"So you're a computer, huh? You know, that's also cool, but I gotta ask, what can you do? Aside from making me wish I was never born, that is."
Learn all about making, cleaning and, uh, placing decorative placemats. Oh, and occasionally soak up a bit of information about pipe bombs too, but make sure not to miss a thing about the placemats.
((Well, making the missions harder isn't really necessary. Of course, it would mean more artifacts for fewer survivors, resulting in some people getting richer due to being, well, not dead during the mission. But it wouldn't be as much fun if there were fewer victims for horrifying traps, obstacles and teammates nearer to the end of the mission. Plus, it would make people play cautiously, and who wants that to happen?))
(They'll get harder as the game continues regardless.)
Looks like you can make placemats out of just about anything! Leather, paper, fabric, the skin off your worthless husband's scrot-Hey why are they dragging the hostess away? Oh well.
>I can do a lot of things. Such as blow up cities. And fly. Can you fly? Didn't think so.(( I want to make a scout bot thats shaped like a hawk since the normal drone is so weak im gonna build a much better version and add weapons later. If you have a better idea for its propulsion system then by all means 
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Well, that will work fine as long as it's going forward, but it's gonna have terrible aerodynamics in any other direction. That and the fact that the standard drone uses rockets so extra electrical power won't help it much. You could add larger fuel tanks though, that would work. The cameras are fine.
A doctor with a salt and pepper beard and a face like butcher's paper stretched over a bundle of coat hangers takes your card and directs you to lie down on a bed while he inserts an IV into one arm and a syringe into the other. You wake up with headache and the vague feeling time has passed, still laying in the bed. Huh.
Why does my head feel like it's hosting the world tapdancing cup? ow...jumpin' jesus on a pogo stick, what the hell happened while i was out?
Pancaek starts to focus on himself to see if anything has changed/went horribly, horribly wrong
You touch your head. Ow, you've got a bit gash in your head. Guess thats kind of to be expected after brain surgery. Beyond that though, everything looks normal; no robotic limbs at least.
Bishop points to his numb arm with a deadpan look on his face.
"How exactly is this teaching me how to fight? All I'm getting is probably nerve damage, not enlightenment."
Keep trying after I ask the doctor.
"It's to prove a point. Your attacks are random, unfocused, and sloppy. Don't just swing like a Neanderthal, aim for weaknesses, exploit the structure of your enemy, and conserve your energy. No wasted movements."
(Critical strike: You may make a med check before attacking. The result of the med check, -3, is added to the strength of the attack.)
(Considering the altered wars are nearly 1000 years old (closer to 900 at this point) I doubt you were alive, stasis pod or not.)
((Really? Too bad, seeing how my characters background was based on the idea he was detained and put in stasis awaiting the investigation in some crime he didn't really have anything seriously to do with. But do to some pencil-pusher filing away the case into the wrong drawer, he was forgotten about, stored somewhere deep in some corner in prison.
Then, when they finally did found him, releasing him would've been akin to admitting their bureaucracy had failed.
So they just decided to 'get rid' of him, by dumping him in the HMRC. ))
"The doctor is good with manipulators, though he prefers melee. I'm good with amps though, and they're practically the same thing, just different means to the same end."
'In that case, would you have any tips regarding their effective use in combat? What method, for example, would you employ to take out far-away targets: try to heat up their brain, or create a ball of intense heat close-by and 'shooting' it as if it were a projectile?
Also, do you have any tools that make using manipulators less draining on the mind? Like, say, a computer that helps with the mathematics?'
It doesn't really matter in the long run. I mean, stasis was around back then so it is possible but stasis for a 1000 years would have some pretty terrible, usually fatal, effects. Then again, maybe it's just stasis psychosis and you're imagining it all
"Better to go directly internally rather then externally. Heat a sphere an inch in diameter right in the center of their brain stem and they're just as dead as if they were hit by a fireball, but their teammates won't know what happened. And that will make them scared, and scared soldiers are stupid soldiers. As per a helper, no, nothing like that."
(It would be hilarious if the difficulty spiked just for Mission 7. And at the end the single veteran is the only one survivor, shaking his head bemusedly at nine mangled corpses. Speaking of which, I kind of hope the sole veteran is Milno.)
Boot Duel. Create a large wilderness map, temperate coniferous rainforest, two rugged mountains to the north and south, a small mining/logging town to the west, a deep lake to the east, and forest with the occasional log cabin in the middle of the area.
Spawn a thousand UWM troops with standard armament for a force that size, plus an armoury containing one of every standard weapon and equipment, on the north face of the southern mountain. Reporting directly to me, of course.
Then spawn five thousand Altered on the far side of the northern mountain.
Done.
This will be over quickly. The mountains are several miles apart, is that ok?
Smash Altered!
((Jack might shoot his teammates to survive. Might.))
You leap out of the trenches and charge into the Altered, swinging your massive arms around like wrecking balls, smashing the creatures into pulp and hurling them away with ease. Some catch hold and begin to crawl over you like ants, their talons and bone blades clinking against your armor as they search for a bit of soft flesh. In front of you, something rises out of a trench; it's roughly humanoid with a mane of twisted rams horns and a snout of fangs, mostly hidden behind the mass of human corpses held in it's mouth Finely muscled arms and legs twitching with barely contained force unfurl as it stands, tilting it's head back and swallowing corpses whole. In one hand it holds some sort of debris, a metal beam, no doubt ripped from a building somewhere, with a mace head of concrete and rebar spikes still clinging to one end. It turns to face you, eyeless, and tastes the air with a dozen tongues before charging.
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