In response to that, Jim smelted the claymore into metal bars that he could make another sword out of. Just in case.
[exo:6+1+1]
You melt the claymore down into a puddle that rapidly hardens. Oh well, bar, puddle, same difference.
Ok, that's fine. I'm probably not going to get more than one opportunity to kick someone with a needle strapped to my foot anyway.
Anyway, load up a monoatomic razor, small power source, and a vibration motor.
How is the monorazor built, anyway? Is it a handle and a blade? Detachable?
It resembles a
Cheese wire in basic construction, just a filament strung between two prongs, with the motor and power source in the handle. Just in case you didn't read the information on the armory page, it already vibrates.
((You forgot my action...))
((True, but I think that I'll get more therapy first.))
Bishop looked at the annoying man.
"Your funeral buddy. Tell me how it goes."
Purchase the Trauma Partition Membrane Therapy. Glare at the sheep.
Woops, sorry. Odd choice, going with the organic equivalent of the MK II suit's medical systems when you could probably just buy an Avatar. But then again, being an avatar does make doing anything not related to killing people pretty hard.
"Oh, alright. Follow me" He gestures to both you and cog and heads into the back of the infirmary. You both follow him to separate but similar rooms.
He deposits you on an operating table and gives you a syringe full of something that paralyzes you and renders you, for the most part, numb. He its a button on the wall on his way out with Cog and those familiar robotic limbs fold out of the wall, their thin arms tipped with a mix of syringe and cutting instrument this time. [will:3] You scream as they begin cutting into you, not from fear but from pain, dulled though it is. The machine starts with your legs, carving them straight up the shin, to the bone, and them holding the flesh open as needles stab away at it. Bags of blood substitute-clear goo like corn syrup suspended in racks around you and connected via seemingly animate iv tubes- are pumped into you to replace all the legitimate stuff you're losing. It goes for the torso next, splitting you open from pelvis to throat and prying you open, lifting your ribcage so syringe tipped arms can jab at throbbing organs. Though fast and brutal, the actions of the machine are exacting, wasting no movement, cutting only where needed and exactly as much as is required. It sews you shut, seals the wound with some sort of clear fluid that dries nearly instantly and moves on to your arms and your head, peeling your face straight off your skull so that it can get at your brain and eyes while it's there.
When it's done the limbs retract again and you can only wait for the drugs to wear off. Oddly, you can feel no pain from it already, as though nothing happened. You feel perfectly fine, in fact.
>Cog
The doctor leads you to another room and gives you the customary neckful of tranquilizer before shoving you on a table and heading out after slapping a button on the wall. The robotic arms come down, armed with what look like vegetable peelers in addition to their syringes and cutting implements. They start on your legs, slowly peeling and flaying the skin from the muscle and peppering the flesh with rapid fire injections. [will:6] You yawn as they continue to work, peeling you like a banana and injecting you time and time again. They do the front then grab you and flip you over to do the back, cutting away or removing clothing when needed. Finally, once they've finished removing every scrap of skin, they jam a syringe directly into your brain stem and knock you out. You wake up in a tank of viscus solution, your skin slowly regrowing.
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