"That's it, I can't take it anymore."
Go to armory, drink in hand. Ask the Armory Master:
"Do you have any alcohol I could have? Sitting around the convicts, I have become convinced I am in dire need of it."
If she has anything that isn't near-200-proof ethanol or worse, get it. Something in the 60 or 80-proof area, ideally.
She hands you a bottle of HMRC standard and a bottle of water.
"Water it down."
(D&D talk snipped to a single quote so as to avoid quote pyramids and the wrath of Toady)
(We should totally do that. XD)
((I don't actually understand quote pyramids and all - from my laptop PoV, it's just a nice stack of squares...care to explain that too? Though, I do see bad quote pyramids where Toady hates them. Is there some kind of formatting thing that messes up when pyramids are invoked?
Also, we'll miss you Skyrunner! Age aeternum vale meus amicus!))
Ponder if using crossbows with extended ammunition stocks and varying types of ammunition would be feasible - explosive bolts, and the long range power of the gauss rifle, perhaps? Silent, yet efficient.
(I believe someone else around here was actually tinkering with a crossbow/bow before. It's definitely possible. )
((That's exactly the idea I had.))
Thomas blushes from on top of May and slowly gets off of her, grabbing her arm as he sits.
"Uh... Stay safe, okay May?"
He helps her into a sitting position, still grasping her arm.
Watch the commotion, continue guaranteeing Mays safety.
You protect May in a bodily way.
Knock it off balance again with a blade lock, then attempt decapitation.
[dex:1]
[dum dex:2]
You successfully lop of your hand. Mother fuck..
"Seriously, what is wrong with you guys?", Kyle grumbled.
Hold Tesla sabre at the ready, just in case.
You hold the tesla sabre at the ready , just in case.
"If really important shit happens here, go search for me." Milno said before shrugging and leaving back to the armory.
He once again gets back to his questions to the AM.
"What is the best range-finding equipment there is? Price and range, that is."
Ask.
"Well, what do you care about more? Accuracy or speed? Because the more accurate systems tend to be slower. Geological surveyors tend not to need their measurements fast."
*Snap*. Someone hurt Buckler.....
"Why can't you idiots leave us alone!? Buckler, tactical retreat! No one follow us"
Travis scoops up Buckler's leg and takes Buckler to the AM. He stays wary of attackers. If he is followed and attacked he opens fire.
"Can you fix him?"
You half carry half drag buckler and his leg remains to the armory master.
"I can fix it yeah, looks minor." She looks at Buckler's leg, "2 token?"
Intuit on average survival rate of tourney competitors.
[intuition:fuck if I know, I'm not some sort of future space man]
"And another one bites the dust. Anybody want it?"
If no one objects, drag corpse to the medbay, and get it stored.
((@Tiruin: Slim to none, excepting the victor.))
You drag the body to the Infirmary and get it put on ice.
Duck behind a convenient table, laser rifle at the ready. Set laser to "cut stuff in half".
You duck behind a table and get ready to fire.
((Being cursed can only increase viewers.))
"Uh... so I guess the tourney is postponed...?"
Return to VR. See if it'll let me alter the rules of physics, like to give someone magical powers that follow an arbitrary set of rules.
It will.
Odd- why is this one censored? Will have to ask the armory master about this.
Wish those people would quit making so much noise- don't they understand that holy work is going on here?
Keep reading!
(Not your fault actually, I copy pasted the wrong section of text, so some of the post was cut off.)
((Good to know I'm not insane, then- I swear I saw it change.))
((Also I find it hilarious that two people have been killed and Lars is completely ignoring it.))
"Cib-Saroc: God of Disease: Cib-Saroc the deceitful, Cib-Saroc of the Porcelain mask."
The image on the opposing page depicts a man in white monastic garb wearing a porcelain mask depicting a beautiful, tranquil face.The mans face is slightly turned and beneath the mask you can just barely make out the shape of a grinning skull. The symbol at the bottom is a Red "X", odd considering the rest of the page is in black ink.
"Cib-Saroc delights in infecting and destroying the bodies of men, ruining that which is pure. He hides within the body of the infected, unnoticed, slowly corrupting before spreading to others. He is a coward though and will flee if his name along with the name of the disease he is employing are spoken while his symbol is being placed upon the sick. However, his symbol may also be used alone, if the sickness is unknown, as this is enough, in some cases, to drive him from the body. "
(I'm back and all caught up. Haven't been following the mission thread, how close is it to the end?)
Cower and try not to get murdered before the beginning of the tourney.
You hide in a corner, covering your head.
"Come on guys, I'm too pretty to be killed in a spontaneous firefight!"