(I think Tir has the participant list? I'll look through his posts, see if I can find it.)
(Yeah, here it is.)
Floki - Yoink
Stacy - Harry Baldman
Cog(?) - kisame12794
May - TCM
Mason - anailater
? - OREOSOME
Brother Lars[?] - Toaster
Kyle - Nicholas1024
Organizers:
Feyri - Tiruin
Jim - SeriousConcentrate
((8 participants. The fun thing is, 15 token prize. 
))
(I have to apologize to Oreo, I don't know your character's name right now. >.> Also I fixed anailater's to Mason.)
Well the final one I mean, since it still seems to be a bit iffy on who is coming.
((Serious: Lars is not signed up. Too interested in holy book.))
Lars perked up as he read the latest entry. Now this was interesting. Was this Cog-azaon another manifestation of the Gazer? He'd have to remember this information. For now, onward.
Keep reading!
"Kal-Rath: God of Strength, also known as Kal-Rath the brutal, Kal-Rath the unending, Kal-Rath of the slaughter.
The picture on the opposing page shows a woman, massive and imposing, clad in fine clothing of white and gold with a triangle emblazoned on her chest. A corona of golden light hangs around her head. Her hands are coated in blood, which is also splattered up her arms, and her face betrays barely contained rage.
"Kal-rath is considered the god of physical strength, endurance, mental fortitude, resilience and recovery. She is the Mother of Ahnubi, the God of conflict and Progenitor of the Soldier's pantheon. She Fought with (The word is scratched out) and aided Algis in binding him in Fal's Prison. Kal-rath is almost mindlessly violent and is said to fight endlessly, doing battle with anything she perceives. Her symbol is a Triangle and it is placed on the back of the hand of the worshiper, where it will grant then strength and endurance so long as they please Kal-Rath.
Kal-Rath is a difficult god to gain favor from; she is hateful of weakness and will actively work against the weak which ask for her aid. As such, prayers to her should never be phrased as pleas for assistance, rather as calls for her to join in whatever conflict is taking place, so that she may revel in the struggle. "
Create dummy in a MkIII that keeps zipping around at half speed. Try the modified dashing/missile system to follow and full speed and deliver a flying kick (not slowing down when nearing the target). Check how it goes, then repeat with extra foot armor and then with a kinetic amp at the sole of the boots but no armor.
Well, if the dummy wasn't moving, and assuming you're not hitting too heavy or solid of a target, and that your exoskeleton is locked when you hit, then you should be mostly ok, if not uninjured at full speed. However a moving target could result in bad things if the suit tried to make a 60 degree course correction and broke your spine as your legs whip around.
((Stacy never signed up, either. At least he did not give a token.))
Hearing the whole thing about the staff for the tournament, Stacy walks up to Jim.
"Greetings, stranger! I'm Stacy Buttle, pleased to meet you. I hear that some kind of tournament is being organized. And I also just happened to eavesdrop on your conversation, sorry about that by the way, and I would like to know if you still need a play-by-play commentator. Moreover, would I get anything for being one? Not that it's absolutely necessary, mind you, I'd just like to know. Regardless, I'd like to sign up. As a play-by-play commentator."
Making sure that my suit is still on with the faceplate down, powder the glass with the mortar and pestle. After that's done, pour the results into the plastic bag.
[handi:5]
You crush the glass down into a fine powder and pour it into the bag, being careful that none of the dangerous substance gets anywhere but in the bag.
"No more of that. Go ask the Armory Master if you want a copy, and go watch it elsewhere. I like my sanity as it is."
Keep flipping channels.
"Heh. We are in the middle of fucking nowhere, and we have more channels than I can count. There's progress for ya."
"...FUCK FUCK FUCK..."
"...will now juggle three billiard balls using nothing but his ..."
"...The release of his new book..."
Try figuring out the way to enter and exit the mode.
[intuition:3]
Maybe it has something to do with concentration or stress? When you were waking up the distortions only continued till you relaxed after realizing where you were.
Take a nap, then go back to doing push-ups.
Simply flop onto the ground, unconscious.
Practice a drop kick!
[dex:2]
You jerk yourself off your feet and land flat on your back with a grunt. Ow.
Yay! Keep hitting it like that.
[dex:5+1]
You continue punching the bag. It continues to be punched.
(I'll join if needed. Missed my opportunity earlier.)
Head to the rec room, find a comfy seat, sit back and observe the proceedings.
"Tournament, huh? And... porn? Huh."
You head to the rec room and sit down, ready to shout for someone to give someone the chair or chair like object.
Head to the Rec room, perform warmups to prepare for tournament.
You head to the rec room and begin doing squat thrusts. Mostly in the faces of your opponents. While making grunting noises.
"OH HELL NO. MY REMOTE BITCH."
Tackle Floki, activating the jets to give me a boost.
"Sonofabitch! I was fuckin' watching that, man!"
Floki leapt to his feet, grabbing out the meatcleaver he salvaged from the old kitchen, and rounded angrily on the person... Mutant... Thing that had stolen the remote.
>Get ye cleaver, hack at the hand/hand-equivalent of the mutant who stole the TV remote until it drops it, then retrieve it and re-empower myself.
>Then nonchalantly sit back down and channel surf. Say the following: "Next time ya want ta change the channel, ya ask nicely, yeah?"
[Scrambles Dex:5]
[Cog dex:3]
[Scrambles str:6]
Scrambles slams his cleaver into cog's wrist, the cleaver striking dead on and ringing like a bell as it comes to an instant stop on cog's carapace.
Cog looks at the clever, back at Scrambles, back at the clever and then back at scrambles.
"This is going to go poorly." Scrambles mutters.
((...Would steve support such a spontaneous deathmatch over the VR machines? ))
Steve doesn't care what you do to each other, as long as you're not endangering the ship itself.
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