(...I don't think any of us knew it was an option... Alright, let's try that then. 
)
"So, Steve. What are we supposed to do when we actually put too much juice behind our amps when we use them?" Once Jim had his answer, he'd head into Tinker and check out that genome, see what it produced. Then he'd mess around with the setting and see if it was possible to create his own, custom genomes.
I mentioned it once or twice, but it's understandable. In reality the reason I worded my response that way, which came off a lot more confrontational then I intended, was just trying to explain why you had never heard of it yet. And the reason is basically "You never asked."
>Get a decompensator. You head to the Vr machines, pull up tinker and then load the "hound" archetype synth-flesh body. What loads looks something like an enormous, completely hairless, albino canine, 6 foot at the shoulder, 11 feet long and incredibly muscled. It's head, the part closest to you at the moment, resembles a giant canine, with small, almost round ears like satellite dishes that scan back and forth, up and down, constantly. It doesn't appear to have cheeks, instead it resembles a skull, stripped of all extraneous flesh and leaving only the muscle and bone with a thin sheet of white skin over it. It's nose is almost snakelike, just 4 slits set into the tip of the face, backed by seven independently moving eyes, all arrayed in a crescent, from a single central one and out to the side of the head. It's teeth are clearly metal, polished and so sharp that air hisses over them as the creature exhales.
You move to its side and examine it's body. The creature is breathing quickly, though not panting as though it's out of breath. There's something expectant about it, energy ready to be released. Odd, Synth-flesh creatures don't need to breathe...must be a preprogrammed action. It's body looks mostly canine, though lacking a tail, and it's paws look distinctly odd. They look more like human hands, though larger, with thicker, flatter, and more numerous fingers. Each finger ends in a claw that the hound is gently clicking against the indeterminate floor of the simulation, as though to remind you that it has them. It's front and back paws look roughly identical. There's something odd about it's musculature as well...you're no doctor or vet, but some of the muscles seem superfluous in their current arrangement, the muscles of a biped.
(as per creating your own types of synth bodies, it's possible, but it's going to require lots of intellect and medical rolls. Creating new forms of life isn't the same as slapping together gun parts after all.)
((You forgot my action dude.))
Oh, sorry. I lost you in the discussion.
Alright then, larger helmet means more weight, but there you go. Now, that battle suit armor and the industrial suit frame of the helmet, you talk about fusing them. Now, the frame and the armor in the industrial suit are all on one level, if that makes sense; it's not armor and then frame underneath, it's all one piece pretty much. So do you want to have it go Armor, armor, frame or armor, combination armor and frame?
Rest, a good rest. Then, after that, continue reading the book.
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You succeed in shaking off the prose related spasms and rest for a while, waiting for your brain to stop trying to escape. Once it finally settles down you try to read the book again.
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You can't really make heads or tails of it. This bastard constructs sentences like Winchester Widows construct houses.
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