Head to the Infirmary, don't ask the Doctor - anyone else is fine - and ask for a medical check-up and blood scan.
The nurse you find looks you over, checks your medical records, and then asks "Why? You're perfectly healthy, hard not to be when so much of you is artificial. "
((I would like to apply to the mission.))
"U-u-um evil overlord person, how much money do i have?, I sort of w-want to live."
>5 tokens. You take the book and look at the first image:
Lukas studies the picture. "Fuck, that must be one hell of a flute player. Or...Wait." Lukas holds the book closer to his 'face.' "Maybe it's a trumpet."
Lukas looks at the next picture.
Just finished reading both threads of this great game. Can I join?
Name:Flint Westwood
Age:65
Gender:Male
Appearance:Looks and talks like stereotypical cowboy. His hair and mustache have turned white from age. He hides his troubles behind his jolly facade.
Personal information:
Flint was a successful action movie actor known planetwide. However as he got older and his publicity fell, he decided that before retiring he would do one last film, this time a documentary about a peaceful community of genetically modified humans, portraying them in a positive light. His conscience compelled him to do it since most of his movies portrayed genetic modifications the ultimate evil. He was arrested and after interrogation he revealed the location of the community which was promptly eradicated. The interrogation damaged his mind however, so now he acts and talks like a character he once played.
Reason assigned to HMRC:
ConscienceStats:
| Strength:5 | (1/3) |
| Dexterity:5 | (1/3) |
| Endurance:5 | (1/3) |
| Charisma:5 | (1/3) |
| Intelligence:0 | (-1) |
| Willpower:0 | (-1) |
Skills:
| Speech:2 | (0) |
| Intuition:1 | (0) |
| Handiwork:0 | (-1) |
| Conventional Weapons:1 | (+1) |
| Unconventional Weapons:1 | (0) |
| Exotic weapons:0 | (-1-1) |
| Auxiliary systems:0 | (-1) |
| Medical tech:0 | (-1) |
Profession:
Grunt (+1 Conventional Weapon rolls, -1 Exotic Weapon rolls)
Any mistake?
Looks good to me, welcome aboard. Also, if you're gonna be around for it, we've got a mission coming up here real soon and you can be on it.
((Argh, next week I'm off to a trade fair, and then almost immediately going off to grandparents for thanksgiving, where it'd be difficult to post in both situations, as I do not posses a (working) laptop. During the trade fair in Pigeon Forge, I might be able to pinch some time using my teacher's laptop, which I will be in possession of at least part of the time there, but I'm not sure if there'll be wifi (likely) nor how busy I will be (as Chief Financial Officer of the company, likely very), but I can try. As for at my grandparents' place, they have wifi and I might be able to convince my father to let me use his laptop once or twice.
However, in both locations, I will be able to post (so long as the hotel in Pigeon Forge has wifi), just with difficulty. Laptop or no, I have mobile devices that can access the internet and allow me to post, even though typing's a bitch with them.))
As long as you can mange to show up anything is fine, but if you don't think you can or that it will be erratic or too difficult, then you should let me know now since there are plenty of people who are waiting in line.
((I'm available, but it looks like all the slots are taken.
As for cameyes, nevermind the examination, I forgot how well-described they were. Other than motion tracking, I'd like to know how that works.
By "something cameyes don't do" I mainly meant other vision modes.))
Cameyes. Also see what they've got in terms of long-range sensors, like radar.
Motion tracking basically highlights moving objects, makes them glow.
As per vision modes, do you have a specific idea in mind? Because I don't want to just throw random stuff up till I guess it if you have something specific in mind.
And in terms of radar, yeah, they have radar, and sonar and Alien like motion tracking and stuff.
((I'm available, but it looks like all the slots are taken.))
((You're on the list.))
The wind of progress blows on the soul of man. Death is the answer.
Show them the truth of oblique metaphors. Spread the word.
((Also: 20-person mission = awesome mass destruction.))
Most of the crowd is actually leaving already, apparently a bit weirded out by your antics. You try to lure them back with tales of how you totally murdered that guy and made his body into a club but that just makes them leave faster.
"IT WAS A METAPHOR!" you shout after them "A METAPHOR!"
((I could've sworn you said left. Oh well...))
See you in a few, Jim. I'm going to see what kind of consolation prize I'll get with this coupon.
Find this Nyars and see what, exactly, the coupon is worth, in terms of what he sells.
((((You're on the list.))
((Oh, huh. So I am.))
((Also: 20-person mission = awesome mass destruction.))
((Possibly. On the other hand, the specific selection and lack of obvious mutants might imply a subtler or even more diplomatic objective.
Of course, the odds of 20 people coming back from a 20 person mission is pretty laughable, so there's gotta be something trying to murder us. Other than each other, presumably.))
If it were a subtler or diplomatic thing, then why are us full borgs coming along? Surely that would... unnerve any kind of diplomatic thing, then again, we're the HMRC. Why would we be sent on a diplomatic thing?))
"One of anything ya want." he says, squinting at the coupon, "Any size, any label. You choose"
"Oh. What sort of size would you recommend then?"
Ask.
((I believe I got a cloak specifically for he purpose of hiding my mutations?))
"Oh, about as big as that Lizard I gave the albino. Small dog size."
(That cloak would work in some situations but...well you're not gonna be fooling anyone who takes a good look at you. Like Irony's picture illustrates)
((I see I have already been volunteered. Good thing, because I want in. If you keep up your usual update times, I should be plenty active.))
Ah, indeed laser weaponry. This divine being probably gets lots of invocations here.
Keep reading.
Imma put you on hold a bit so I can work on finishing the last parts of the next mission and the current mission. Sorry. Reading will resume shortly.
Jobasio nodded thanks to the AM as he cradled his new rifle. "Thanks, Miss...?"
After receiving an answer (or none at all), he goes on: "The name's Jobasio. Jobasio Hootzal... I'm not sure how long I've been out, but perhaps you've heard of the Hootzal name." 'Somehow I doubt it- a mere Sector Governor admist all the reaches of space? I'm sure there are people on-board from all over. Stupid question.'
He shrugged, perhaps self-consciously, and examined his gauss rifle.
"So, I simply point this at the target and pull the trigger, correct?"
>Ask stupid questions.
>Then wander off to explore further, armed now. Examine fellow inmates, their customs and dispositions, as well as just what facilities are on the ship.
"It's just like a good old adventure game. Point and click. Use gun on man."
You wander around, find yourself all the available rooms and most of the available teammates. The ship seems to be comprised of mostly normal looking people, several partial and complete robots and even a handful of completely terrifying mutants. H
"How multi-cultural."
((@GM: Yeah, high energy projector, and I meant "sweep", my bad.))
[dummy con:4+3]
The Dummy takes aim as you charge forward and squeezes off a single shot. You feel your suit being lifted into the air as the outer layer of armor glows white hot and melts away, crumbling as you are hurled a dozen feet backwards and land flat on your back.
((@GM: Here. The HEP hit the battlesuit like a speeding semi-truck.))
Ah, close range, that explains it. The HEP has a fair bit of very physical impact behind it, especially at close range. It just kind of does by virtue of the weird way it works.
((INT rolls for the chess, and I can make it.))
Play chess with May.
[tom int:3]
[may int:1+1]
Thomas manages to squeeze out a win, but only just barely. May appears to spend the entire time playing under the delusion that they're playing connect 4.
"Pretty sneaky sis" She says as you declare checkmate.
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