Charles attempts to break out of the locker without using his explosive unit. He also bangs on the side of the locker to create as much noise as possible. He also tries to shake off the strange eldritch laughter he hears and break free of the string of bold text compelling him shake off the laughter.
((Can someone free Charles so he can contribute five tokens to the KAWIIIfication?))
Charles attempts to break out of the locker without using his explosive unit. He also bangs on the side of the locker to create as much noise as possible. He also tries to shake off the strange eldritch laughter he hears and break free of the string of bold text compelling him shake off the laughter.
((Can someone free Charles so he can contribute five tokens to the KAWIIIfication?))
FREE CHARLES 2013.
Contribute additionally to the cause so that Lyra is a kitty.
(charles only has 3 tokens, but I'll put them towards the "Turn Lyra into a kitten" fund. Together with 2 from May we've got 5. Only 2 more to go.)
May, showing a strange amount of compassion for something that isn't phallic and attached to Thomas, releases Charles and they both pay a few tokens to the collection Plate that Maurice is carrying around.
Ask Steve if all this video of the shenanigans would be worth something on the market.
>Maybe, But I'd prefer that this new rebellion force of ours projects an image of competence, not boredom, addiction, murder and self mutilation. So this particular video isn't the sort of thing I'm gonna let out."Hey hey, guys! I'm starting to get the idea that eating pills randomly isn't a good idea!"
Dance over to Grate. Hand him the pill machine.
"Urgh... I think you can have this, Grate! Try not to eat any of the pills yourself, though! At least, not until you know what they do! And don't give the thing to any crazies, yes?"
After this is done, walk over to infirmary and submit for treatment! Hope that these good will rolls I've been getting keep me lucid and in control.
[end:2]
You fall to your knees, your left arm numb and your mind hazy and confused. You really can't breathe.
Oh dear. That's cool, but I'd rather do it to other people, sexy knife.
Pick up hand, head over to infirmary and see if I can get it sown back on or something. If sexy knife gives me murderous urges when around the doctor, go murder the walls or something. NOT the doctor.
[will:6+1]
You pick up your hand and jam it back up against the stump. You hold it there for several seconds and, with a little bit of a sucking sound it seems to heal almost instantly. Coolio.
"Hey guys, this knife seems like it would be really really good for doing surgery and stuff, but it also makes me want to murder and cut and maim all the time. I mean, like more then normal even. Someone might want to like, knock it out of my hand if I start trying to cut my own head off or something. You know. Just throwing that out there."
Continue conversing with AM:
((Dangit, why are voices of reason trying to stop the kid from playing with dangerous space magic?))
"Well, I'm not really good with any weapons...and if I don't have any weapons, it seems like I'm going to be in a lot more danger than an amp or something is gonna put me in. Right?
"Do you have any other suggestions?"
Chat with Sensai.
((So...manipulators are the other main kind of space magic. The big downside I'm seeing is battery life--I'd need to constantly spend tokens to keep magicking. On the other hand, Grate's Intelligence is already pretty good. So: Fellow HMRC members, do you rhink manipulators would be better for Grate than amps?))
"You're not good with any kind of weapon? None of them? What about Auxiliary systems?"
"I'm not terrible with them..."
"...Do you have any suggestions for auxiliary systems I could use?"
Dance over to Grate. Hand him the pill machine.
"Urgh... I think you can have this, Grate! Try not to eat any of the pills yourself, though! At least, not until you know what they do! And don't give the thing to any crazies, yes?"
After this is done, walk over to infirmary...
"Yay! Thanks!"
Accept machine.
What?
that man just non-chalantly cut his own hand off, PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT NORMAL
((It's not normal, it's Xan.))
You take the pill machine out of Stacy's convulsing hand. Yay! Pills here!
Buy ten claymores and hide them inside beer crates, two at the hole Miyamoto made, pointing inside the building, two at the front of each of the defensive walls, and keep two. Mark all the detonators with the location of the claymores so there is less of a chance of detonating the ones behind our lines. Then enter voidspace and update the markers for the walls. Shout hello into the void.
((I've waved. Time to see if it waves back.))
You don't have any tokens. Did you want to take it from the group fund? If so, just say so and we'll assume you already did it this turn.
You update the markers in voidspace and attempt to yell a greeting.
It doesn't say anything back. STEPHEN HAWKING chuckles lightly upon noticing the predicament of Xan.
((How to stop teamkilling? Give someone the Emo Knife.
I just imagine Xan was singing along to Linkin Park while chopping his hand off))
His flesh was the closest. Don't stick your dick near Xan.
For a variety of reasons.
Wait Patiently
5 of 7 tokens gathered. You're almost a catgirl. Do me a favor though. Write out a nice bulleted list of what you want for your new kawii form.
. . .
Insulate against electricity.
Go check on whatever Lyra got back on the gangway..
If its missing, try to track down where it went.
You get yourself a pair of rubber boots before heading out to the gangway and looking around. You find Lyra's...uh...remains, but don't find the sandbag with them.
"ALRIGHT!" You shout, pulling out your rifle. "Whoever took the sandbag has till the count of ten to bring it back or I start giving Indian burns and pink bellies. NO ONE WILL BE SPARED!"
"Sounds good, but, is it possible to just... Layer some of the stealth materials onto my armor? Or would I need a new set?"
"Nah, we could even spray you down in something that distorts light to make you less visible. Not invisible, mind, but much less visible."
"Exotics?! eugh this goes back to the scucidal owner"
return sandbag stuff
A shimmering patch of air poots out the sandbag at Feyri's feet.
"YA DAMN STRAIGHT" She yells, flashing gangsigns at the air.
Is anyone else at this choke point?
Be ready to defend the ship. Use the rifle to focus on attackers. Heat a 1-foot sphere in the center of mass of any attackers that come rather than firing the rifle, though.
Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 5; Int 4; Wil 12//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 1; Unc 0; Exo 8; Aux 1 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; laser rifle: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with Jack for this mission)
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm.
At the farthest forward choke point? There are people near it, but I don't think there's anyone directly with you.
Consider using sheets of cardboard as stationary.
Fashion a gun-shaped piece of cardboard, find a way to holster it or something. Feel significantly safer.
You have no cardboard....
You imagine you have cardboard and then imagine you're fashioning a gun from it.
You imagine you feel much safer now!
((You could say the exact same thing for everything from arsenic to zebrafish.))
(("Everything is poison, there is poison in everything. Only the dose makes a thing not a poison."
-Paracelsus, the father of toxicology-))
((I guess the purpose of the Paracelsus' Sword, then, is to deliver homeopathic doses of violence.))
I am extremely torn between changing the title of the thread to "Alcohol squared" or "Homeopathic Doses of Violence."
Charles attempts to break out of the locker without using his explosive unit. He also bangs on the side of the locker to create as much noise as possible. He also tries to shake off the strange eldritch laughter he hears and break free of the string of bold text compelling him shake off the laughter.
((Can someone free Charles so he can contribute five tokens to the KAWIIIfication?))
Charles attempts to break out of the locker without using his explosive unit. He also bangs on the side of the locker to create as much noise as possible. He also tries to shake off the strange eldritch laughter he hears and break free of the string of bold text compelling him shake off the laughter.
((Can someone free Charles so he can contribute five tokens to the KAWIIIfication?))
FREE CHARLES 2013.
Contribute additionally to the cause so that Lyra is a kitty.
(charles only has 3 tokens, but I'll put them towards the "Turn Lyra into a kitten" fund. Together with 2 from May we've got 5. Only 2 more to go.)
May, showing a strange amount of compassion for something that isn't phallic and attached to Thomas, releases Charles and they both pay a few tokens to the collection Plate that Maurice is carrying around.
Ask Steve if all this video of the shenanigans would be worth something on the market.
>Maybe, But I'd prefer that this new rebellion force of ours projects an image of competence, not boredom, addiction, murder and self mutilation. So this particular video isn't the sort of thing I'm gonna let out."Hey hey, guys! I'm starting to get the idea that eating pills randomly isn't a good idea!"
Dance over to Grate. Hand him the pill machine.
"Urgh... I think you can have this, Grate! Try not to eat any of the pills yourself, though! At least, not until you know what they do! And don't give the thing to any crazies, yes?"
After this is done, walk over to infirmary and submit for treatment! Hope that these good will rolls I've been getting keep me lucid and in control.
[end:2]
You fall to your knees, your left arm numb and your mind hazy and confused. You really can't breathe.
Oh dear. That's cool, but I'd rather do it to other people, sexy knife.
Pick up hand, head over to infirmary and see if I can get it sown back on or something. If sexy knife gives me murderous urges when around the doctor, go murder the walls or something. NOT the doctor.
[will:6+1]
You pick up your hand and jam it back up against the stump. You hold it there for several seconds and, with a little bit of a sucking sound it seems to heal almost instantly. Coolio.
"Hey guys, this knife seems like it would be really really good for doing surgery and stuff, but it also makes me want to murder and cut and maim all the time. I mean, like more then normal even. Someone might want to like, knock it out of my hand if I start trying to cut my own head off or something. You know. Just throwing that out there."
Continue conversing with AM:
((Dangit, why are voices of reason trying to stop the kid from playing with dangerous space magic?))
"Well, I'm not really good with any weapons...and if I don't have any weapons, it seems like I'm going to be in a lot more danger than an amp or something is gonna put me in. Right?
"Do you have any other suggestions?"
Chat with Sensai.
((So...manipulators are the other main kind of space magic. The big downside I'm seeing is battery life--I'd need to constantly spend tokens to keep magicking. On the other hand, Grate's Intelligence is already pretty good. So: Fellow HMRC members, do you rhink manipulators would be better for Grate than amps?))
"You're not good with any kind of weapon? None of them? What about Auxiliary systems?"
"I'm not terrible with them..."
"...Do you have any suggestions for auxiliary systems I could use?"
Dance over to Grate. Hand him the pill machine.
"Urgh... I think you can have this, Grate! Try not to eat any of the pills yourself, though! At least, not until you know what they do! And don't give the thing to any crazies, yes?"
After this is done, walk over to infirmary...
"Yay! Thanks!"
Accept machine.
What? that man just non-chalantly cut his own hand off, PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS NOT NORMAL
((It's not normal, it's Xan.))
You take the pill machine out of Stacy's convulsing hand. Yay! Pills here!
Buy ten claymores and hide them inside beer crates, two at the hole Miyamoto made, pointing inside the building, two at the front of each of the defensive walls, and keep two. Mark all the detonators with the location of the claymores so there is less of a chance of detonating the ones behind our lines. Then enter voidspace and update the markers for the walls. Shout hello into the void.
((I've waved. Time to see if it waves back.))
You don't have any tokens. Did you want to take it from the group fund? If so, just say so and we'll assume you already did it this turn.
You update the markers in voidspace and attempt to yell a greeting.
It doesn't say anything back. STEPHEN HAWKING chuckles lightly upon noticing the predicament of Xan.
((How to stop teamkilling? Give someone the Emo Knife.
I just imagine Xan was singing along to Linkin Park while chopping his hand off))
His flesh was the closest. Don't stick your dick near Xan.
For a variety of reasons.
Wait Patiently
5 of 7 tokens gathered. You're almost a catgirl. Do me a favor though. Write out a nice bulleted list of what you want for your new kawii form.
. . .
Insulate against electricity.
Go check on whatever Lyra got back on the gangway..
If its missing, try to track down where it went.
You get yourself a pair of rubber boots before heading out to the gangway and looking around. You find Lyra's...uh...remains, but don't find the sandbag with them.
"ALRIGHT!" You shout, pulling out your rifle. "Whoever took the sandbag has till the count of ten to bring it back or I start giving Indian burns and pink bellies. NO ONE WILL BE SPARED!"
"Sounds good, but, is it possible to just... Layer some of the stealth materials onto my armor? Or would I need a new set?"
"Nah, we could even spray you down in something that distorts light to make you less visible. Not invisible, mind, but much less visible."
"Exotics?! eugh this goes back to the scucidal owner"
return sandbag stuff
A shimmering patch of air poots out the sandbag at Feyri's feet.
"YA DAMN STRAIGHT" She yells, flashing gangsigns at the air.
Is anyone else at this choke point?
Be ready to defend the ship. Use the rifle to focus on attackers. Heat a 1-foot sphere in the center of mass of any attackers that come rather than firing the rifle, though.
Str 3; Dex 3; End 3; Cha 5; Int 4; Wil 12//Spe 0; Int 1; Han 0 (-1); Con 1; Unc 0; Exo 8; Aux 1 (+1); Med 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; laser rifle: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with Jack for this mission)
Appearance: 5'11'', 170 pounds in a rather unmuscular frame, shoulder-long brown hair, short goatee, brown eyes, a rather long chin that earned him his nickname. Age 32
Half a robot foot. Robot right arm.
At the farthest forward choke point? There are people near it, but I don't think there's anyone directly with you.
Consider using sheets of cardboard as stationary.
Fashion a gun-shaped piece of cardboard, find a way to holster it or something. Feel significantly safer.
You have no cardboard....
You imagine you have cardboard and then imagine you're fashioning a gun from it.
You imagine you feel much safer now!
((You could say the exact same thing for everything from arsenic to zebrafish.))
(("Everything is poison, there is poison in everything. Only the dose makes a thing not a poison."
-Paracelsus, the father of toxicology-))
((I guess the purpose of the Paracelsus' Sword, then, is to deliver homeopathic doses of violence.))
I am extremely torn between changing the title of the thread to "Alcohol squared" or "Homeopathic Doses of Violence."
Interesting
Out of bullet time and back to where I was. Prepare to enter BT if something happens. Look for the book that AM had sent to me and keep reading from where I stopped. Send a message to Doc and to AM.
Can you tell me about the Shadow Walkers? Do you know about them?
You return to your post.
They're the UWM elite special forces. Assassins, infiltrators, spies. Why do you ask?
Oops. Didn't post an action.
Help Stacy to the med-bay if is unable to do so alone.
You drag Stacy to the infirmary and hand him off to the nurses at just about the time where his heart failure knocks him unconscious.
((Technically you're only not allowed to reference minorities and such with offensive terms. It'd make rapping really hard to do it nonslurringly, but it could be done.))
((Pff, I've heard good raps which don't make use of vulgar or swear words against any minority and they're darn well performed! Only thing is that the general public (Or so I perceive from my years indulged in musical observation) leans more on...those kinds of rap. >_>))
Careful what you say Feyri. Xan's gonna cap ya. And then drop a microphone on your corpse.
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