Hmm... He's probably behind cover as well, so I'll fire my laser for 2 seconds at the most likely source of cover for my assailant while making a dead sprint towards the house.
You fire your laser in the direction you think the man is shooting at you and then break into a dead sprint to the house, throwing yourself into cover behind a overturned water heater.
Bishop leaned away slightly from the melting face in disgust. Melting faces... Gross.
"What do I have that he would want exactly? You're being very vague with me."
The sheep doesn't respond so much as it just melts away, along with Mesk. You blink a few times and the familiar face, well arrangement of items on a face, of the doctor comes into focus.
"Treatment done." he says, pulling the tubes from your arms. "May be some side effects. Hallucinations, dementia, etc. Go away with time. Probably."
He shoves you all the way out into the infirmary and then into the hall before he heads back in.
((I'm glad I could contribute something to the thread at large.))
Brother Lars pondered. While combat training was always a good thing, this robe he had would surely provide no protection in the field. He wondered what options there were in terms of combat-rated light fabric...
Select Tinker. Call up all available fabric-like materials that were suitable for field work.
There appear to be a great deal of ballistic fabrics. Perhaps you should narrow your search by properties or price.
(This game always has the most... interesting titles.)
Mesk slows down and stops doing wheelies for a moment.
"Does-doesn't anyone want to race...? Just... just one token, you guys..."
Hearing no response, he mopes a bit before brightening up again.
Head over to the VR room! Make sure to screech and squeal the wheels as much as possible.
You roll to the rec room and proceed to do very slow donuts.
(...All right, fine, but if it turns out to be a piece of crap you asked for it. )
Jim got up with a sigh, unable to sleep. Instead he headed back to the rec room and logged online. He'd been unsuccessful in finding a sword for Feyri in the town, but maybe he could make one. First he had to look up designs, and eventually he settled on the falcata type. Next, he headed to the armory and bought some scrap metal to make several swords with, just in case he messed the first up. (No more than three tokens worth, hopefully.) Finally, he just happened to go to the abandoned airlock Simus used earlier for experiments to begin seeing what he could do.
Jim buys up to three tokens of scrap metal and attempts to make a falcata out of them with his amps. Whether or not he succeeds, if he has enough scrap left over he attempts to make another one, and so on until he runs out of scrap metal.
You head to the armory master and ask about scrap metal.
"Well, I could give you maybe 10 pounds worth for free, 20 for 1 token and so on. Sure you want 40 pounds of scrap metal?"