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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[Caellath]

((I get the feeling that I may feel an urge to eat people soon. I suppose I'll try to target people I don't know if this happens - no shortage of them around, I think.))

((Try to get the medics to examine you. Simple and easy.))

[piecewise]

"Damn, they should really up the standards on this cafeteria food. I know this is like prison and all, but still!"
Try to think what kind of food I would find appealing, what I hunger for.
((I get the feeling that I may feel an urge to eat people soon. I suppose I'll try to target people I don't know if this happens - no shortage of them around, I think.))

You sit at one of the mess tables and think for a bit on what you want to eat. You come to the conclusion that you're not really sure what you want. You're not even sure if you want anything in particular; as it is you're just feeling hungry with no clue what would taste better then the food you already got. How very annoying.

Okay, let me get this straight: I come in here, post a random short story and SOMEHOW it guesses a plot?

...Excuse me while I reattach my jaw.

Not so much that it guessed anything in the plot exactly or anything, but it did hit on an aspect of something thats going on. Which aspect it is though has, of course, yet to be seen.


So Taricus, you gonna join our merry band of doomed souls or just gonna spectate and write little snippets of flash fiction? Either is fine with me .

[Taricus]

Oh, I'm definitely joining. Though whether as the "Thing" I outlined in the fiction or as a poor bastard that has to be with these nutters is a different thing XD

[Harry Baldman]

((But if I see some medics, they might take away my precious shiny thing! Then again, Timmy's not a naturally suspicious or distrustful sort, so it would make sense from an in-character standpoint. Mostly what I'm wary of are the men in black. I think I'll try a little more experimentation first, then see the doctors.))
Head back to the barracks. Get some pillows together and use them to create a digestive system for Mr. Pillow.
"Now, you might find this unpleasant, Mr. Pillow, but I assure you, it's for your own good. After all, a growing... um... thing like yourself can't survive without nutrients!"
((Probably a very bad idea.))
Find a doctor. Ask for a check up.
"Hey, doc, I'm feeling a bit weird. You see, I was off on my own, doing my magic, and I feel kinda strange now. Also, the food in the mess hall tastes like ash, you should look into that."

[Taricus]

Spoiler: PURE FUCKING SCOTTISH RAGE! (click to show/hide)

Name: Karen Zale
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Appearance: Straight bown hair that falls down to the jawline before stopping, Shining green eyes, dark skin with few blemishes, Wiry physique.

Personal information: Karen, in a nutshell, is a bag of rage, rage, explosives, more rage and rage. With extra rage. Simply put, without rage Karen would be a normal, productive member of society. Unfortunately, that isn't the case. Over a series of property damages and murders, which culimated in a massive wave of bombings in a CBD (No-one, at this point, has had the guts to ask what started that chain of events.) In which after taking several traquiliser darts meant for larger creatures (Such as orcas, whale sharks and humpback whales) she was captured (After jaywalking across the street away from the bombings infront of a police vehicle.). Then some dumbarse thought it would be a good idea to put her into penal labor in which she can obtain firearms, explosives and in general things she can kill with. Only time with tell if that dumbfuck gets sent here as well. Oh, and if Karen survives to get back into this job again, but that's not important.

Reason assigned to HMRC: 3 counts of Terrorism, 159 counts of murder, 87 counts of vandalism, 91 counts of arson, 13 counts
of identity theft, 372 counts of armed robbery, 62 counts of grand theft auto,81 counts of burgulary and one count of jaywalking.
Stats:
-Strength: 5
-Dexterity: 3
-Endurance: 3
-Charisma: 3
-Intelligence: 3
-Willpower: 3
Skills: (Any skills not indicated are at 0)
- Unconventional Weapons: 2
- Conventional Weapons: 1
- Intuition: 2
Profession: Mercenary
-Intuition, Conventional weapons: +1
-Medical, Handiwork: -1

[Zako]

((The profession bonus' and penalties are to dice rolls and are not added to your skill points.

Did I actually see... Mr. Pillow... or was that just an example of what would happen?))

Inspect this machine and figure out what it is. Don't do anything with it. If I don't know what it is, take it to the armory master and the doctor and ask what it is and what it does.

[Taricus]

((Ah, okay. Thanks.))

[Tiruin]

((What did I just read. SOMEONE CREATED A PSEUDO-LIFEFORM?! IT'S AN ALIEN I TELL YOU!

When IF I revive, I will be perusing the medical archives like...well, I can't find any idiom that fits.

And then I got a 1. XD))

[piecewise]

((But if I see some medics, they might take away my precious shiny thing! Then again, Timmy's not a naturally suspicious or distrustful sort, so it would make sense from an in-character standpoint. Mostly what I'm wary of are the men in black. I think I'll try a little more experimentation first, then see the doctors.))
Head back to the barracks. Get some pillows together and use them to create a digestive system for Mr. Pillow.
"Now, you might find this unpleasant, Mr. Pillow, but I assure you, it's for your own good. After all, a growing... um... thing like yourself can't survive without nutrients!"
((Probably a very bad idea.))
Find a doctor. Ask for a check up.
"Hey, doc, I'm feeling a bit weird. You see, I was off on my own, doing my magic, and I feel kinda strange now. Also, the food in the mess hall tastes like ash, you should look into that."

You head to the infirmary and flag down the first doctor you see, a middle age woman with sharp features and a tired attitude. You show her your sharp angled veins and explain your symptoms of taste change and being a fucking wizard. She just kinda stares at you for a long time before asking you to leave and not come back.

((The profession bonus' and penalties are to dice rolls and are not added to your skill points.

Did I actually see... Mr. Pillow... or was that just an example of what would happen?))

Inspect this machine and figure out what it is. Don't do anything with it. If I don't know what it is, take it to the armory master and the doctor and ask what it is and what it does.

(just an example.)

You try to get the Cylinder away from Mesk but he doesn't want to let go of it.

[IronyOwl]

((Interesting. Hallucinations get a point.))

[Harry Baldman]

Well, it was probably nothing serious anyway.
As Timmy is about to leave the infirmary, he notices Bishop trying to mug Mesk.
"Dude, not cool! Don't you know that guy's a veteran? For shame!"
((Well, the veins are there at least. Bishop saw them. Then again, Bishop is crazy.))

[IronyOwl]

((Zako assumed Bishop saw them; we didn't actually get confirmation from PW or Bishop's talking sheep.

The sheep knows all.))

[Harry Baldman]

((Actually, piecewise did mention that Bishop ran away from "the creepy man with the creepy veins".
Although Bishop is crazy, I think I will in fact show him Mr. Pillow, if only for fun.))

[IronyOwl]

((Actually, piecewise did mention that Bishop ran away from "the creepy man with the creepy veins".
Although Bishop is crazy, I think I will in fact show him Mr. Pillow, if only for fun.))

((Ah, so he did. Interesting.

Also... that should be even more interesting. I mean, just what.))

[Harry Baldman]

((But the funniest thing about this is that Timmy left Mr. Pillow on one of the bunks in plain sight. The general population is lucky that most of their sleep happens in stasis, otherwise somebody might find an... interesting surprise. In fact, the only convict that has used the bunks, to my knowledge, is Feyri. Well, Thomas and May have as well, I guess.))