"Weird. Speaking of weird."
Check the net for good reports and articles on anomalies, like Hadad and Samsonite. See if there are any that may hold similar laws, if there are any anomalies confirmed with two or more entrances or exits, and how they might relate to the world or environment they were found in.
Gorat also glances at the guy with the table tennis bat.
"When you say Prison Rules... what exactly does that mean? Am I allowed to scorch the ball with my mind?"
[int:3]
Huh...looks like you could actually open your own portals with the right combination of tinfoil, car batteries and your own urine!
((Would an explosion punch that large damage the battlesuit delivering it or just physically relocate it a bit?))
Well, that would depend on a end roll. But at worst you'd probably fuck up the arm that used it or hurl yourself off a cliff if you're doing it near a cliff or something equally poorly thought out.
"The Italians are at the lighthouse! Shadalon, send in the moon bears!"
Convince Shadalon to send reinforcements by giving him a double footjob.
You [Censored] him right in the [censored] with your enormous, moist [Censored] and the engorged [censored] flying panda bears [censored] vibrating, triple bladed, vorpal [censored] RIGHT IN HiS GODDAMN EYE!
"There are some spices in the kitchen they set up in the Rec room." The armory master says, slapping down a still wriggling foot and a half long, tan worm covered in carapace.
You grab the worm and head to the rec room, taking up your place in the kitchen.
Lukas looks around the kitchen as he holds the wriggling worm in his left hand. "Well, first things first."
Find a hammer and whack the worm until it stops wriggling.
You look around for a hammer for a moment before you remember that your hands are enormous, blunt metal objects. You proceed to flick the worm in the head so hard that it's head tears right off and goes flying across the room. Well, that works.
"Can I pay for some tutoring from you in the amp and Manipulator area, i made one mistake with them and my team mate shot me........ With a highly experimental crystal gun."
"Well, There's not much that can be taught about technique, a lot of how to use them has to be learned on your own, but there are a few things I can teach you, and maybe a technique you can use. "
"Ooooh. I don't think I can reach that myself. I need a boost."
Find something to stand on.
You grab a hospital bed and roll it under the the vent.
Floki narrowed his eyes, taking in the room before him.
'Well, here we are. Time to make a good first impression. Scare these bastards off.'
Eager to make a name for himself in this place and cement his reputation as a tough-as-nails sonofabitch, "Boots" Floki strode over to the two tables to one side, shooting a challenging glare at those nearby as he grabbed up a bat in one scarred fist.
>Prove myself as a total badass by challenging any-and-all comers to a game of... TABLE TENNIS.
He adds, with a slight smirk, "Prison Rules, y'know."
Do the above. Practice my ping-pong serve whilst waiting for a challenger.
You practice your serve by wacking a few balls across the table and then sheepishly going to get them where they rolled across the room.
Heck.
Get up. Try to avoid or block next blow and counter.
((@GM: To block a blow is a Dex or Str roll?))
It's a dex roll, unless the blow is very overpowering, in which case its dex to block and then str to not be overpowered.
The Doctor spins the knife in his fingers. "Not going to try anything different eh? Alright then."
[Dex:1]
[Doc dex:5]
You try to backpeddle as the doctor charges and trip over your own feet, falling flat on your back.
"Poor." The doctor says, staring down at you. "Perhaps a purely offensive style for you? Yes, probably best. What do you say?"
Milno scratched the underside of his helmet comtemplatively. Vague knowledge this time... Maybe it needed complex structures.
Try to think of a way to use the gauntlet offensively or an efficient way to test and discover such. Does it really react more strongly to complex objects?
[int:4+1]
Hmm well it reacts to complex machines, least it seems to, maybe it can do more to those machines then just pump their schematics into your brain.
Consume drugs. Double dose it..
You see may, freaking out, running around naked, wearing her dress as a hat and think to yourself "Yeah, I want some of that."
You shove some pills in your mouth. Huh, nothing seems to be happen...oh, since when were you on fire? Wait. Fire. Oh.
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((Okay, new character. Hope it sticks this time.))
Name: Stacy Buttle
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Appearance: A short man fast approaching old age. Facial features unremarkable aside from a long, crooked, bony nose. What little there is left of his hair is already completely light gray. Perpetually smiles for no reason at all, his eyes usually blankly stare off into the distance. Voice: high-pitched. There is a noticeable feeling of something being not quite right emanating from this man.
Personal information: Stacy Buttle was an ordinary man who was looking forward to retiring from his filing clerk job in a few years when an unfortunate typo changed his life. The authorities, on the lookout for a certain traitorous rebel, accidentally misspelled said criminal's name in the order for his capture. Thus Stacy Buttle, who had never committed a crime in his life, was captured, his protests falling on deaf ears. Quickly procesned and sentenced to all manner of horrible imprisonment, Stacy felt that things could not get worse. He was wrong. For you see, he was volunteered for a revolutionary new re-education program.
After several months, Stacy was reduced to a strange automaton, always smiling, never questioning. However, the most peculiar thing about the whole affair was that, while it had completely obliterated any vestiges of mental resistance left in him, it did, however, somehow give him increased mental focus and problem-solving skills, which naturally translated into skill with field manipulators. After they had tested their test subjects' (for there were more than one) field manipulator aptitudes, they found the results simply astounding. At the end of it all, they decided to keep experimenting with the younger, healthier ones and dispose of the rest in various ways. Stacy, being the oldest and least likely to survive, was shipped off to the HMRC, where he would hopefully meet an ignoble end amongst other misfits, just what criminal scum like him really deserve.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Disposed of after a most unsavory experiment. On paper (the one with the typo on it, obviously), murder, sedition, treason, vandalism.
Stats:
Strength: 2 (-1)
Dexterity: 5 (+1/3)
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 0 (-1)
Intelligence: 10 (+2/3)
Willpower: 0 (-1)
Skills:
Speech: 1
Intuition: 0 (-1, -1 profesnion malus)
Handiwork: 1
Conventional Weapons: 0 (-1)
Unconventional Weapons: 1 (+1 profesnion bonus)
Exotic Weapons: 0 (-1)
Auxiliary Systems: 1
Medical Tech: 1
Profesnion: Physimancer (+1 to Unconventional Weapons, -1 to Intuition)
Got it.
i suppose I'll go ahead and post my character. trying to archive binge would be way too long at this point.
Name: Lily Marcet
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Appearance: petite (I'm bad at this)
Personal info: (even worse at this)
Reason for assignment: assassination of business executives
Stats:
Str: 4
Dex: 5
End: 3
Cha: 0
Int: 5
Will: 3
Skills:
con wep: 3
intuition: 1
aux: 1
Profesion: merc (+1 con wep)
Gotcha. You can now drop out of the stasis pods in the barracks and start messing around, waiting for the next mission.
((Madness comes naturally.))
Survival is optional, madness is mandatory.
Lars smiled at him.
"Certainly, Maurice. Lead, and I shall follow."
Follow him.
You follow maurice.
((Don't see a need to wait for GM here))
Once they reached their destination, Lars addressed the man.
"Now, friend, what is it you needed?"
Yeah, walking around doesn't need me, just interacting with npc stuff, like vr or armory master.
"Jim. Sword-fight. Get off me, please."
Push Jim off! Then, hit with the pommel at any area deemed worthy!
Jim was thinking that if he was in his old body, he might not want to move... but she had asked, so he let her get off of him and regained his feet.
Jim attempts to block Feyri's attack, then counter with a very low-power slash to the left thigh, using in the flat of the blade to strike with.
[jim dex:6]
[Feyri dex:3]
[jim str:3+1]
[feyri end:5]
Jim rolls off Feyri and then, as soon as she's on her feet, proceeds to slap her thigh with the flat off his blade while his emoticon becomes a
. Feyri is, at best, mildly annoyed by the attack.
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