You missed me, I'm afraid.
Ah, wait. I forgot to actually specify an action.
F-Four rashers please.
Order four rahers of bacon.
They cook you up 4 giant helpings of bacon. It looks heart destroyingly delicious.
A fantastic start, truly. A misshapen dick plays well with human apprehensions. Smoothen it, add grooves and strange splits to decrease dickness, but not to the point where the dickness is entirely lost. Kind of like a Giger figurine, but a little more alien.
You manage to make it look like an even more mangled dick.
switch to motor racing. Or the equivalent.
We've got roughly thousands of kinds of racing. What kind of vehicle would you like?
Name: Xael Smirnova
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance: Long, graying hair, faded blue eyes, several prominent scars.
Personal information: Haha this stuff is for nerds anyway amirite?
Reason assigned to HMRC: Assassination without a permit.
Stats:
STR: -1
DEX: 0
END: 0
CHA: -1
MIND: 0
FATE: +1
INT: +1
Skills:
HANDI: -1
CON: 0
UNCON: -1
EXO: +2
AUX: 0
MED: -1
GEN: 0
We've lured another lurker! One named lurker! Ah ha!
((I do know that Hasala's asked Steve to electropotato me if I tried to buy stuff like amps, manips, or nukes - this was just a way to IC know that.))
"How is Xan, Steve? Did he survive the procedure?"
>He's fine. Back to "normal".
"Alright. Miyamoto tasked me with managing him, so I've got a few requests, for while I'm down on that Haebi spore world. If he tries to buy anything from the armory that our... less complex troopers call "space magic", give him a shock. If he tries to buy it from another trooper, give him a harder one. If he still manages to get his hands on anything like that, knock him out, and have someone take it for safekeeping."
((Another X name? WELCOME TO ARM))
That said, buy the Enhanced Capacity upgrade for Med for 10 tokens. I'm not sure if you'd get it installed at the Armory, or would I have to go back to the infirmary to get it plugged in?
Well, it's an automated process in the infirmary.
[wiki]
Having clothed himself, Gus attempts to leave his room.
Set room number to 7, and password to 1234. If seven is taken, try 1. Failing that, resort to desperate measures; if verbal abuse doesn't work, try physical.
Assuming Gus escapes his room, buy the civilian Gauss gun off the player market.
Set it up.
Alright, [wiki] it up, wiki hounds
Eh, wake the dead was probably a hyperbolic way to put it. And it doesn't need to be easy to carry necessarily, at least at first. I'm just interested in my starting points for advanced medical tools. If it's hard to carry, then my idea of a medical battlesuit might work...
What about equipment for limb replacements and similar procedures? Got anything for that, or should I be talking to our infirmary staff about this?
Chat-chat-chat with the AM
"How are we talking bringing them back? Regenerate or just getting their fleshy body, whats left of it, back and moving?
"Thats the infirmary, but it's fairly simple materials assuming you have the medical know how to put it all in the right places."
"No, I'm totally fine." At least these voices weren't screaming. "Hey, you're nicer than the voices I had before."
Trip balls.
"You should probably be doing something better with your life."
"Yeah, ever thought about going to night school?"
"Probably shouldn't have killed those people. It's not very nice."
"Is it supposed to make everything look like through an old photo image filter? Anyway..." Gorat makes an all-encompassing gesture, "what's your take on all this? The rebuilding. Playing bartender for a bunch of mostly criminals and idiots. And everything."
Small talk. And not so small talk.
Str 0; Dex -1; End 0; Cha +1; Mind +2 [10/15]; Fate +1; Itu 0//Han -2; Con +1; Unc -1; Exo +3; Aux +1 [5/10]; Med -1; Gen 0
Mk II Suit; Microwave PK Amp; Mass manip PK Amp; laser rifle (fired once); 7 tokens: normal cigarettes; blue smokes; datapad (with platformer shooter); nanoghosts; shock trigger (with me); white skin-tight node-covered black-shell stasis suit worn under Mk II.
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. Wears basic clothes when not in the Mk II.
"Worse things, better things. Men aren't criminals, men are made criminals by other men. Law is a paper thin coating of arrogance mascaraing as protection, man attempting to give order to chaos and animal impulse by shouting it out of existence. The stars burn on regardless."
Nod, down scotch. Go find the back room and Mr. Nyars.
"You need to be buzzed in. Knock twice"
Annoyed by the lack of ingredients, Elias goes to the Mess Hall to see what raw foodstuffs he can find there, if any.
Search mess hall for anything he can cook. If he encounters anyone between the Rec Room and Mess Hall, stop and chat.
You head to the mess hall. You don't find anyone between the two rooms, but you do find someone in the mess hall, with a frightening amount of bacon.
03:22:46 <Lurker> however! in the context of ER I now exist
03:23:34 <Lurker> so feel free to make me fall out of stasis or whatever
03:23:35 <piecewise> No, shhh, I already jettisoned you
03:24:04 <Lurker> is that my prize?
03:24:16 <piecewise> Yes. All the vacuum you can breathe!
03:24:51 <Lurker> that's a strange prize you have there
Try to cry out in pain, fail due to a variety of reasons.
Pass out.
Thats a strong case of stasis dementia you've got there.
Well i informed miya of the procedure and radio posted confirmation hed seen it so...
Seeing as hes voiced no objections, get this implant removed already.
I have been told to pass this along:
"What? Come again? Of course not! Look, I'm kinda busy here with this frakking planet and... Hold on for a sec.
NO PULL HIM OUT OF THERE YA IDIOT IT'S GOT FUCKING TEETH!
Ahem, anyway, don't take it out, I don't trust him enough to warrant that. He doesn't shirk shooting his superiors, for one, and if you want a more in depth explanation, wait till I'm back on the ship and we can-
WEAPONS FREE! SHOOT THOSE BLOODY BASTARDS GODDAMMIT!
-and we can work it out.
Miyamoto out.
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