You're a spy, and you've just gotten your ID for a new assignment! Who are you posing as for this job?
(you need a name, occupation, a bunch of quirks, and a picture to assume during this assignment. roll a d50, highest roll gets it.)
Rolled 8 (1d50)
>>421256
Name: Pierre Leblanc
Occupation: Pharamcist
Quirks: Has no permanent residence, Antisocial, fond of cigars, has an aversion to Japanese food.
Rolled 32 (1d50)
>>421421
This
>>421421
This is fine.
dice+1d50
Name: Roger Murdoch
Alias: copilot
Quirks: is actually Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, only drinks smoothies, hates Canada and Canadians.
Rolled 21 (1d50)
>>421464
oops
Rolled 13 (1d50)
>>421464
oops
Rolled 38 (1d50)
Rolling for >>421421
>>421256
Name: "Undercover Brother"
Occupation: Professional Nigga
Quirks: Black man with a lotta soul, still thinks its the 70's, don't fuck with his afro
Rolled 45 (1d50)
>>422067
forgot to roll
Rolled 42 (1d50)
>>421421
This
Rolled 23 (1d50)
>>421421
This
Rolled 19 (1d50)
>>421421
This guy
Rolled 41 (1d50)
>>421421
This
>>422067
roll for this
dice+1d50
Rolled 12 (1d50)
>>422067
This.
This needs to happen.
>>422067
Somebody rolled a 45 for this; looks like undercover brother has it.
Rolled 35 (1d50)
>>421421
THIS MUST BE.
Aight, will make update as soon as I get back home!
>>422067
>>422078
>>422383
>>423042
>>423404
>>423661
After waiting patiently for a couple days, you finally get that sweet, sweet manilla envelope with your mission assignment. You eagerly tear it open, and you find that you're assuming the appearance of a groovy 70s man with a radical afro and snazzy red and gold suit. You've got them flared pants. Nice!
Your mission assignment this time is based on one former agent who's gone rogue in the past couple years who now rules a gang that deals in nuclear weapons and airstrikes. Apparently his base of operations is a Saturday Night Fever-themed club down in Bronx. The main problem arises in how this guy operates: he's got a lot of guards and a DWB that will send a signal to launch his entire arsenal of nuclear weapons and airstrikes on a single target (your base of operations), which could forever wipe out the nice old lady who makes you cookies on Mondays! It's up to you to infiltrate the bar, take out the rogue agent, and grab the DWB to ensure no more airstrikes and many more cookies.
Since you're a completely devout agent with two left feet (not literally, that would be a complete liability to you), your agency has sent you a pair of groove shoes to help you on the dance floor. With that, you have an ID to get you in and a taser for those that get too close. You've also got one slot for a personal item to bring with you, so be creative on that.
People remember a good entrance: how are you finding your way to the club tonight?
[nominate a way of travel and a personal item to carry with you]
>>426784
Travel via 1970 Purple Rolls Royce (aka "Shag Queen")
Take sharp throwing hair-picks