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

[IronyOwl]

((Everyone wants to keep their preciouses to themselves. ))

[Nikitian]

((@Radio Controlled
From the depths of the cyberspace you hear a hollow, unearthly voice that makes your hair stand on end.
I hereby give you the right to use all of my designs, finished and unfinished, as long as you do this in good faith and don't use those to evil ends. Break these simple rules, and I will come for you from the depths of Hell and drag you back with me.
Well, as it is, Maurice Sanctor hasn't tasted the forbidden fruit of tinker yet, and Nikitian Greiss is long dead (and his designs are open for everyone's use). Just remember that a number of resident tinkers is currently on mission, and cannot possibly join your cause. Well, yet, I mean.
Don't worry, we'll yet make a united tinker research compound. Just keep trying, I had the damn same problem back then ))

[Zako]

"Somehow, I'm not that surprised. Hopefully he doesn't completely maim me. Wish me luck."

Bishop promptly leaves for medical.

Go find the doctor and ask if he teaches people how to kill things with your bare hands.

[Radio Controlled]

((@Radio Controlled
From the depths of the cyberspace you hear a hollow, unearthly voice that makes your hair stand on end.
I hereby give you the right to use all of my designs, finished and unfinished, as long as you do this in good faith and don't use those to evil ends. Break these simple rules, and I will come for you from the depths of Hell and drag you back with me.
Well, as it is, Maurice Sanctor hasn't tasted the forbidden fruit of tinker yet, and Nikitian Greiss is long dead (and his designs are open for everyone's use). Just remember that a number of resident tinkers is currently on mission, and cannot possibly join your cause. Well, yet, I mean.
Don't worry, we'll yet make a united tinker research compound. Just keep trying, I had the damn same problem back then ))

((You know what, I'm gonna start a Tinkerer's Union. 'United We Stand, Together We Mend.'
And yes, you are supposed to pronounce 'stand' and 'mend' so that it rhymes, what off it?

Oh and thanks, by the way. I'm gonna send a probe with some materials down cyberspace afterlife sometime. Can't have Nikitian face eternity without toys to play with.  ))

[mesor]

(( You could send a robot to steal hes spirit and implant it within the robot somehow.))

[Doomblade187]

((Sheet!

Spoiler: Denzel Gaunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Denzel Gaunt
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: At 6’ 3”, Denzel stands taller than many, his black hair and brown eyes making him blend in in some places, and stand out in others.
Personal information: Denzel had worked at the security company Blackwell and Brothers since he was 20. However, though he was often the one of the more competent of his colleagues, he was always abused by his bosses and co-workers, primarily due to his poor social skills and seeming absent-mindedness. Eventually, when he was 32, his new boss began to try to break him down, out of the company, as he was family to one of the board members, and thought Denzel had slighted him. Getting a few other employees with him, they began to abuse Denzel.
After two years, it was enough. He snapped. Visiting the armory, he picked up a hand laser and a combat knife, and went on a rampage through the office his boss worked at, killing over two dozen employees, including his boss. Needless to say, the family ties his dead boss had weren’t very friendly, and soon Denzel found himself headed to the HMRC.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Mass-murder of over two dozen people in an office complex in a fit of rage.
Stats:
STR: 5
DEX: 5
END: 3
CHA: 0
INT: 2
WIL: 5
Skills:
Intuition: 1
Conventional Weapons: 3
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Profession: Grunt (+1 unconventional weapons, -1 speech)
Armory:
Hand Laser +1 battery
Monoatomic Razor

))

[Skyrunner]

((Really, sharing is beneficial for everyone, but their greed is preventing it from happening :3 ))

[Radio Controlled]

((Sheet!

Spoiler: Denzel Gaunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Denzel Gaunt
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: At 6’ 3”, Denzel stands taller than many, his black hair and brown eyes making him blend in in some places, and stand out in others.
Personal information: Denzel had worked at the security company Blackwell and Brothers since he was 20. However, though he was often the one of the more competent of his colleagues, he was always abused by his bosses and co-workers, primarily due to his poor social skills and seeming absent-mindedness. Eventually, when he was 32, his new boss began to try to break him down, out of the company, as he was family to one of the board members, and thought Denzel had slighted him. Getting a few other employees with him, they began to abuse Denzel.
After two years, it was enough. He snapped. Visiting the armory, he picked up a hand laser and a combat knife, and went on a rampage through the office his boss worked at, killing over two dozen employees, including his boss. Needless to say, the family ties his dead boss had weren’t very friendly, and soon Denzel found himself headed to the HMRC.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Mass-murder of over two dozen people in an office complex in a fit of rage.
Stats:
STR: 5
DEX: 5
END: 3
CHA: 0
INT: 2
WIL: 5
Skills:
Intuition: 1
Conventional Weapons: 3
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Profession: Grunt (+1 unconventional weapons, -1 speech)
Armory:
Hand Laser +1 battery
Monoatomic Razor

))

((Welcome aboard. Armory is to your left, mess hall to your right, madness is... just about everywhere.))

[mesor]

(( If you get lost feel free to ask the doc for a tour he's always happy to show the new guy around )).

[Doomblade187]

((So I just show up on ship basically, and do I have gear to start with and such... ?))

[mesor]

(( 5 tokens and an MK I suit in your locker. ))

[Radio Controlled]

((That sinking feeling of inevitable doom is free, though.))

[Doomblade187]

Denzel stumbled aboard the ship, shaking his head to clear out the cobwebs. He looked around the area- there was a small sign nearby, so he looked over. Seeing the way to the locker room, he started walking and... Ran into someone vaguely resembling a doctor. "Uh, ... I'm kind of new to the ship ... do you know where I go?" he muttered, his mind filled with confusion and rage.

[mesor]

(( Ask steve for the way to the med bay and request a full medical everybody gets one.
Steve is the ship itself its run by a freaky AI. )).

[Doomblade187]

((Yeah, I was just going to ask doc, but maybe Steve should interject... Should I talk for Steve, or just wait?))