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

[sambojin]

Grab cleaver off corpse before it's dragged away. Sit down and continue auto-slobbing in front of the TV. Watch tournament when it starts.

(( Wow, I missed a lot of turns there. And my mortal nut-crunching enemy just died, so I guess it was for the best. It's amazing how safe inaction can be sometimes. ))

[Caellath]

( I am calm... I was kidding around with you. >.> Also, thanks to anailater and kisame for getting their PMs in so quick. ^^^)

((Same thing on my side.

And it is a bonding exercise. With deadly weapons.))

[IronyOwl]

"Uhhhh... I think I should go examine the competition before deciding..."

Go examine Cog.

[Yoink]

((COULDBEAGOODIDEA.gif

))

[Toaster]

Lars frowned again, barely diverting focus to idly wipe off a bit of brain from the book.  Well, this was surely whatever the other pages were referencing.  This was dangerous stuff.

Steve would know.


"Steve, what do you know about the entity on this page?

Ask, then keep reading!

[TCM]

"It's okay Thomas. I've had most of my limbs ripped off on several occasions. A bit of swordplay never hurt anyone. (Except for everyone.)"

[Spinal_Taper]

"It's okay Thomas. I've had most of my limbs ripped off on several occasions. A bit of swordplay never hurt anyone. (Except for everyone.)"

"I-I guess I'm just overreacting. Just stay safe?"

[TCM]

"It's okay Thomas. I've had most of my limbs ripped off on several occasions. A bit of swordplay never hurt anyone. (Except for everyone.)"

"I-I guess I'm just overreacting. Just stay safe?"

"I will. What will you be doing when the tournament goes on?"

May gives Thomas a hug.

[piecewise]

(Congrats Yoink, you're the first person to three characters!)

Stealthily relieve the dead body of tokens.

"You dun goofed."

Loot body, and drag corpse to the Medbay. See what they can do with it.

((Whoops. Sorry Yoink.))

[mesk dex:4]
[cog dex:4]
Cog and mesk both immediately try to loot Scrambles' still warm body for the 5 tokens in his pocket. They both end up with their hand in his pocket at the same time, awkwardly holding hands with the tokens caught between.

((That makes it two dead characters from Yoink. I think it's fair Cog gets the loot, since Scrambles attacked first anyway.))

Check the price.

8 tokens, though it might be a bit difficult to wear, since it's designed to be worn as clothing, not on or under a suit.

Play defensively, and attempt to disarm again if I manage to lock our blades.

[simus dex:3]
[dummy intuition:4]

You attempt to slap the blade out of the dummy's hand, but the dummy seems to know whats coming before you can even move. He dodges in, completely avoiding your blow, and strikes you straight in the throat, carving a gash straight to your spine.

GAMEOVER

"I am ready."
Meditate, gain inner peace POWER!

[will:4]
You think you've almost reached enlightenment...or maybe it's just the drugs again.

"What's wrong Thomas?"

Ask in a sympathetic/condescending manner.

Cry more.
"S'just... *sob* S'just... Wha-What if you get hurt?"

Cry Some More!

((Naw. I mean yes, I did have a new character thought up(ostensibly incase Floki died in the tournament), but they wouldn't be into the whole macho 'hitting other people with metal sticks to prove superiority' thing. Alas.))

Moral of this story: Don't get into a fight with a mutant human spaceship over the tv remote without wearing a specially made anti-wrestling move helmet.

Grab cleaver off corpse before it's dragged away. Sit down and continue auto-slobbing in front of the TV. Watch tournament when it starts.

(( Wow, I missed a lot of turns there. And my mortal nut-crunching enemy just died, so I guess it was for the best. It's amazing how safe inaction can be sometimes. ))

You grab Scrambles' cleaver and take a seat back on the couch after laughing at his body.

"Uhhhh... I think I should go examine the competition before deciding..."

Go examine Cog.

Hmm. Cog appears to be a brick shithouse of white bone carapace and very durable, mutated flesh. You can't tell if he's very strong, but he certainly looks solid.

Lars frowned again, barely diverting focus to idly wipe off a bit of brain from the book.  Well, this was surely whatever the other pages were referencing.  This was dangerous stuff.

Steve would know.


"Steve, what do you know about the entity on this page?

Ask, then keep reading!

>Not particularly.

The next page is a cover page covered in very detailed, tessellating designs that appear to be modified anatomical diagrams. In the center of the page is the heading "The Medic's Pantheon"

[TCM]

Jack Scramble's remaining equipment.

[Remalle]

"Uh... you killed him, so you should get the bigger share.  I'll just take two, shall I?"
Let Cog take three tokens.

[Toaster]

"Thank you, holy Steve."

Huh.  The AM should know, but he could ask her later.

Keep reading!

[Caellath]

((@Remalle: Orly?))

Milno sighs and gets out of VR, deciding to ask the AM some more questions to pass the time, taking a look at the rec room beforehand to check how the crazymen tournament's preparations are going.

With live weapons, rules about no perma-killing were probably expected to be broken, he supposed, and the amount of meaningless deaths - out of a mission, for a change - would probably be amusing.

When he gets to the rec room, he stumbles onto a scene of Cog and Mesk with their hands tangled inside a dead man's pocket. He shrugs and moves on to the armory. "Have fun molesting corpses."

He gets to the armory booth to ask the armory master about what she apparently likes the most: equipment.
"Is there any set of optics or cameras that have most of the cam-eyes features but do not get your eyes removed?"

Ask.

[Yoink]

((Since I'm guessing Floki is staying dead... (I wasn't sure if PW was perhaps planning for him being revived with extensive brain damage, thus starting a running joke of me having hilariously stupid characters ) Fresh meat!))

Spoiler: Jobasio Hootzal (click to show/hide)

Name: Jobasio Hootzal
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Of middling height, pale-skinned and lean to the point of gauntness, Jobasio's only major similarities to his unknown half-brother Charro are his jet-black hair, piercing green eyes and a certain resemblance of facial features.
Where Charro was overbearing and prideful in manner, Jobasio is far more reserved, furtive and wary in his expressions. He still has the smug self-assurance of the Hootzal line, however...

Personal information: When then-governor Garlack Hootzal (at that time lacking any legitimate children) discovered one of his many good-looking serving maids had become pregant from his illicit, extramarital romping, he simply took his usual course of action and had her sent away to one of the outlying worlds in the sector, supplied with some menial job and enough money to supposedly support her child.
Jobasio was born into a hard life on an industrial world, and spent his childhood in a shoddy metal shack with his mother in the sprawling shanty town around the walls of a factory. He was put to work there, same as any other, manning the machines used to assemble vehicles and press jam jars due to his lack of physical strength.

His mother, Lyllen, who was losing her eyesight to her own job at a sewing bench, fully intended to keep the boy's origins a secret from him until one fateful day when she began drowning her sorrows in liquor.
As she descended into alchoholism, she couldn't help but spill the beans to the shocked Jobasio, who swiftly developed a dark hatred for those who had stolen his legacy from him. He had always known he was meant for better things than this life of slavery at the factory.
He didn't see any possible means to change his fate, though, and so he settled into his miserable life. He grew more and more distant from his fellow workers, becoming introverted and amusing himself by crafting small gadgets and basic robots from the spare parts discarded from the factory machines. He also wrote several cheap datapads worth of sappy poetry and violent, cathartic re-writes of classic children's tales, signing them as Jobasio von Hootzal. In fact, he adopted the name exclusively from then on, abandoning his mother's surname of Elm.

When he was three years of age, his mother learned of the birth of Garlack Hootzal's first legitimate heir- Charro. Years later, Jobasio would come to understand this and hated the half-brother he had never met with a passion. When, around his 21st birthday, he saw the broadcast of his father's execution and his brother's unusual fate, the hate-filled young man rejoiced. Yes! Now he was the heir to his cruel father's fortunes!
He would finally get out of here! He composed several long-winded messages to the Magisters to this effect, and borrowed his mother's meagre savings to fund his trip to planet Hootzal. On his way to the spaceport, however, he was confronted by agents of the Magistration. They didn't want another Hootzal maniac ruling a sector.
They decided to deal with this illegitemate upstart in the same way they had the ex-Governor's true heir- chuck 'em in the HMRC and forget about him. He was dragged, kicking and screaming useless threats, into a stasis pod...

Reason assigned to HMRC: Attempting to claim inheritance of his father's(Garlack Hootzal's) empire upon the latter's execution.
Stats:
Str: 0
Dex: 10
End: 1
Cha: 2
Int: 6
Wil: 1

Skills:
Speech: 0

Intuition: 1

Handiwork: 0

Conventional Weapons: 3

Unconventional Weapons: 0

Exotic Weapons: 0 (-1 to rolls)

Auxillary Systems: 1 (+1 to rolls)

Medical Tech: 0

Profession: Grunt (+1 to Aux, -1 to Exotic Weapons)

[kisame12794]

"Nope. My tokens. Unless you want to fight over them?"

Take all of the tokens, then drag the corpse to the medbay.