Jobasio wandered over to the infirmary bed containing the poor guy who'd tried to vomit on him.
"Feeling better, I hope?" He shook out a few pills from his bottle of painkillers and scooped them into his mouth to numb the ever-present fear he felt these days, idly watching the man. "Amazing things they're doing with medicine these days, to be sure. Why, I once had my head almost snapped clean off, and yet here I am none the worse for wear. Say, have you met Whig?"
Jobasio fondly pats the bright blue-coloured gauss rifle slung over his shoulder with a slightly unhinged smile.
"She's not much of a conversationalist, I'm afraid, but nonetheless she is my dearest friend."
>Fight the fear of my own mortality with DRUGSSSSSS.
>Babble at Fail-vomit-guy/Lerman(?) in a friendly manner.
[will:6-1]
You self medicate in a responsible manner! The horror! THE UNIMAGINABLE ACTS OF A MAN CLEARLY INSANE!
You also go talk to the man who failed to vomit, although I'm fairly sure he's gonna leg it out of the infirmary this turn. I dunno, I haven't looked down. Bet I'm betting you. Betting you...uh...About all I can give are game systems. And tokens. And anything in this universe. Howsabout a sandwich?
Ooh! Top 10 Worst Magistars! Read that one!
Then find shocking articles not directly relevant to whatever's happening right now, read them thoroughly. So sick of everything being war, war, rebellion, war, accidental genocide, war, war, misery.
The top ten worst Magistars seems to mostly involve magistars who are historical, ie dead, ie less likely to send the author to the work camps. And there are some pretty bad ones; apparently near absolute power goes to some people's heads. Albert "Caligula" Shamshial tops the list, as his nickname would suggest, with an arms length rap sheet including the systematic killing of his political opponents, their families, their friends and their pets. As well as basically turning the population of several worlds into virtual slaves and turning his governmental building into a palace filled with a harem of slave girls and nubile young boys.
He apparently staged his own murder/suicide whilst..ahem..finishing a sexual act on one of his many young brides. In public. In an amphitheater. On the stage.
He sold tickets.
As per other complaints the populace has: There are lot of complaints but they're very mild in nature, sort of just bemoaning something rather then demanding change. Like "Man, it sucks that the tech ban is necessary. I have some really cool ideas I'd like to try out. Oh well, maybe I can get a job in a government tech team" Etc.
Exit the vr. Grudgingly give my 3 anomalous artifacts to the science folk. (The golden flaming rebar with the force field, the glowing spike, and the black diamonds). Try to barter with them, for some tokens in exchange for the artifacts.
"No." Is their response to you.
You refuse to give them the artifacts.
They pull a gun on you.
You whine.
They sigh and take your artifacts anyways. But they give you a coupon for one small artifact from Nyars.
Roll out of bed past drugged idiot and find something to do.
((Where is Radiocontrolled hiding out? Sorry for being king noob, but I don't know where to submit my application.))
((On the topic of bottomless clips, you'd need a lot of energy to provide at least a few rounds.))
((Take a look in the "Combat teams" thread.))
((Also yay! I win the bet! You owe me your right kidney Yoink!))
Something to do eh...Hmm well you could fuck about on the VR if you just want to waste time. Plenty of things to murder in there. Or, you could head into the combat teams thread and find miyamoto in person, or could sexually harass someone. That's a popular pastime around here.
"The speed that they are reacting is unprecedented if we have already decapitated their control structure. are these outside forces?"
ask
>Yep. They're the protection detail of this planet that should have been here when we showed up but weren't because I sent them on a wild goose chase. They may be slightly miffed when they return. "Hrm. I haven't seen any avatars yet. Where would I find him? Actually, better, what's his name? I could just text him if I knew that."
Get IC Intel about RC.
((Automanip gun shenanigans:
LESHO rounds already cost three tokens a pop. So if you can make an automanip that can make more than one round per reload, you'll have an overall more efficient weapon.
Problem is that you're stripping the guidance system, so you won't have the amazing accuracy of a LESHO, and the automanip probably costs more than the gun. It might still be useful as a general bombardment weapon. Maybe.
@Manip overload shenanigans
Aside from the range issues, that might be useful, but remember that overloads are somewhat random. Sometimes they are almighty incidents of destruction (China-9, Ice-9), sometimes they're just somewhat destructive (the two times an urban executor has overloaded one). More importantly, in ARM operations where token cost matters rather than resource cost, the destruction is almost always too severe. ALL -9 incidents have been very bad. In the overall ARM war, we don't really know what the cost of a manip is. It might be cheaper to make nukes of comparable size, simply because fissile material's comparatively easy to get.))
"Miyamoto. He's about 5 meters tall. Hard to miss him. Probably outside. "
After realizing his error, HAWKING instead decides to begin work in earnest on the Stealth Sleeve.
Create file, start with a full arm "sleeve" of whatever funky material the kids are using these days for their knitting, then copy over a basic gauss pistol. Examine pistol and strip its handle and trigger. Then search files for how the hand laser trigger mechanism works. How does it tell when someone is making a "fingergun" and differentiate that from all the other ways a hand can move.
He also Calls Grate Over.
"Hey son!
So I saw you jumped into a giant reactor and turned into hamburger.
You probably shouldn't do that, just for reference"
Alright, got yourself a wool sleeve, since it's still what people are knitting with, and your bits and bobs from various guns
Now the method the handlaser uses is rather...well, simple. It's just got contacts that run along the fingers and in the palm. So when those three lower fingers curl in and touch the palm, then all the contacts close and it sends a signal to fire.
Fine. I won't tinker now. But I've got to tinker sometime soon, I've got three projects I want to try since forever.
The Impact Hammer, the Translocator (or Blink Module, not certain about the name yet) and the Gauss Slingshot that can possibly turn into the ARM-Giver if I work on it long enough.
Go to the computers. Search for information on Xeno-Spit. What it is, where it comes from, how it's built, how it works, why it exists, etc.
You go to the computers.
You search for information on Xeno-spit.
You find their website which advertises all sorts of things about the quality of it's ingredients and synthetically replicated xeno proteins while very carefully never talking about its taste or saying you should drink it. From what you can tell they are, for legal reasons, selling it as a purely decorative bottle of fluid; much like those "Back Massagers" that Faith is always buying on Space ebay.
As per the specifications of exactly what is in it, they're not saying. Seems like a proprietary recipe they don't want other people to steal.
Check portability of dialysis machine.
((Good luck with the hiragana.))
When you say "portability" does that mean you want to walk around the ship with one or you want to carry one with you at all times.
Because frankly, I could see that going either way.
Check on Thomas.
"Are you feeling better?"
I dunno, you wanna see if you can kiss kidney failure better? It might need more then then a kiss.
((Poking at it in the nicest way: Yes, it is pride in the way of your posting. That is what I'm poking at--people jumping on a tangent, which is once a joke, and skewing it on verge of insult--the generalizations of the topic does no good in expounding the humor, or advancing it either.
Pride, GWG. Take matters into hand on why-many people believe the topic; yet still there are scholars on the matter. Scientists of religion who delve deep into the matter. Historians and scholars, even until the archaic times which speak of the topic and elucidate it so the common adage of reading and believing what is put exactly on the page is furthered into the area of understanding.
Pride, which makes you post on a whim--which does not dictate if or whether what you're saying is neutral to many, or by how your wording may transgress any sort of unspoken rule, or be neutral enough to not confer a feeling of narrowmindedness.
The example at hand speaks of taking things literally-and the matter at hand being what is in the Bible. Most things, are not to be taken literally--they were written at a timeframe where the people would understand the metaphors, yet by time passing the line between us understanding the written text; given how it is transcribed and translated as-is, is blurred by how the ancients understood it. A line that is hard to understand without prior research.
Do not impute what you-or as a general matter, the populace of today sees in a book, and takes for granted-or in the least at hand, as determined fact-towards the time it was written and the people who wrote it.
And yes, carrying on an argument in-thread is quite irrelevant, which is also why I asked to stop it. PW was making...his own style of joke, but then it carried on. I kept to brevity to wonder if a PM would be done--my mistake is not doing it in the first place if it would mock your...pride.
For posterity: I have, and have never intended, to target anyone in particular--just the aspect of the person that is showing instead of the person. I also have not said anyone is an idiot-though the term may have gone into misunderstanding to how its usage stems. Do not take it personally, and I advise to take a moment and calm down before continuing this. Apologies if certain areas were hurt, but none of that was ever in my motive or intent.))
Interpreting the bible as a non-literal book of moralistic fables akin to Aesop's tales rather then a literal be all, end all guide book for everything from morality to science?
Oh Ti, what a silly, unamerican idea.
Yeah, I was being sarcastic with that joke. I no more blame YHWH for the difficulty of learning Japanese then I blame Shiva for the invention of the atomic bomb, no matter what Oppenheimer might say.
And much like Ponies, despite my own personal apathy regarding the subject, I feel it best we keep religion (and politics) out of the gameosphere. Because, much like ponies, they tend to be polarizing topics that start potentially endless arguments which never really go anywhere.
Also, yay, I figured out the trick to make Tiruin start posting again!
Regarding the argument in here, I'd appreciate it if people could contain themselves with more vigor.
Oh yeah I'll make sure they get along Toady.
This is the RTD Board's Magnum Opus, I won't let anything happen to it. >_<
This and the fact that I'm currently the top of that "GM hall of fame" thing are making me feel slightly inadequate compared to all the praise being leveled at me.
Regarding the argument in here, I'd appreciate it if people could contain themselves with more vigor.
Welp, looks like I'm gonna have to Get Nyars to start beating in game characters if their out of game counterparts get too feisty.
Don't make me explain the advantages of unbroken kneecaps to you.
((Also, I don't want to clog up the thread or have it devolve into Theological discussions as well, but a PM is only 2 way... So what if I wanted to join the discussion?))
((Either use Skype, or IRC, or the PM system's multi-messaging function, which allows up to 10 participants, I think.))
Regarding the argument in here, I'd appreciate it if people could contain themselves with more vigor.
Oh yeah I'll make sure they get along Toady.
This is the RTD Board's Magnum Opus, I won't let anything happen to it. >_<
* Sean Mirrsen is still sad about the loss of the RTD board's previous Magnum Opus...
Don't be sad Sean. You basically invented RTD's. Anything done with the system is simply an extension of that original creation.
Lazy? I believe we went over this in the VR training with Chin. Maximum effect with minimal input. Instead of trying to burn trough a mechsuit's plate, simply warming up a larger area to soften it up so it buckles under its own weight. Instead of trying to stop bullets from a turret, simply disengaging the switch. This sort of thing, right?
On that note, you may or may not have seen/heard about me helping the defence of the sword with a shield during our takeover, would it be possible to get some feedback on that from you, O-sensei?
I eagerly await further instruction.
Mail AM, await further teachings, engrave myself with the holy signs of the Armory Master
It was a good display, effective, but clearly borderline too much for you. Instead of attempting to stop the bullets in mid air and showing off, simply pulse a shockwave back up at the shooters. It's not sustained so it's easier, and it should deflect any initial bullets and knock down any shooters, letting your team take them out for you.
Name: "Erin" (Birth name unknown)
Age: 23 (Relative), 73 (Actual)
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short and slim, at only 5'2" and just over 100lbs., but nonetheless attractive, with a modest but lithe figure and waist-length bright blonde hair. She does have some... eccentricities to her appearance, however: aside from a wide variety of small scars scattered across her body, she has lidless and obviously artificial solid pink eyes, marked with blue crosses instead of pupils- parts of which light up to reflect her mood- and what appears to be a gigantic lag bolt jammed through her head above the ears. Her left arm and part of the left side of her torso are also revealed to be synthetic at more than a cursory glance, as the synthetic skin has been quickly and inexpertly tacked on, with little effort made to blend it with the rest of the body.
Personal information: Erin was born on a backwater that, at the time, had not been brought under the banner of the UWM, but little is known about her past, as she went to great lengths to cover it up and sever all connections with her family. It's strongly suspected that she was a technical prodigy, born into money and power and pressured for success through her education, but at some point lost her station- having previously been told she could do whatever she wanted when she grew up, and having seen some of humanity's worst, she decided she was going to rule the world and that it would be better off for it, eventually amassing a modest criminal empire and what could be adequately described as a "Technological Doom Fortress".
Her reign of terror would be short lived, however, as it was around that time that her world peacefully submitted to the UWM's rule, and removing her was included under "Peacekeeping" on the list of negotiating terms. Given that they were local at the time, and Erin didn't constitute enough of a threat for any sort of actual military response on the UWM's part, they deployed the always-handy HMRC to deal with her operation- as informed when what amounted to a giant, rocket-propelled bunker came blasting through her defensive perimeters. To make matters worse, the UWM was significantly more technologically advanced than her planet, and the HMRC simply weren't informed of the local etiquette when it came to elite special operations teams dealing with evil geniuses- when she came down in her shielded box to gloat at them being taken apart by her machinations and test out her latest creation on them, some bitch in the group (with what she soon realized was not an assault rifle, but a man-portable railgun) double-tapped her, blowing her left arm off and nailing her right through the heart clean through two solid feet of bulletproof glass.
Fortunately, she had emergency contingency systems in place, being immediately whisked away to her innermost sanctum and wired to her vast array of medical/technical equipment, but trying to perform open heart surgery on oneself with neurally-controlled, gimble-mounted arms while simultaneously managing semi-autonomous defenses though a drug fueled haze was a losing battle from the get-go; particularly against the grotesquely heavily armed and suicidal/homicidal lunatics arrayed against her- she was only just able to cobble together an artificial heart out of scrap materials, grab a spare prosthetic arm, sequester herself away in her emergency stasis pod, and punch in a 50 year timer by the time the invaders were melting a hole through the blast doors.
Sure, it was supposed to be 500, since the pod was armored against everything short of nuclear blasts, and had an internal fission battery to keep her alive more or less indefinitely, but it'd still be more than long enough for the heat to die down so she could re-emerge and start again from scratch, right?
Had she still been conscious at the time, she wouldn't have expected them to simply prise the stasis cell from where it had been imbedded into the wall and cart it wholesale back to the Paracelsus' Sword, where she would inevitably be damned to join them.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Crimes Against Humanity*
Stats:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 5
Skills:
Speech: 0
Intuition: 0
Handiwork: 2
Conventional Weapons: 0
Unconventional weapons: 0
Exotic Weapons: 0
Auxilliary Systems: 1
Medical Tech: 2
Profession: Transhuman
*Official conviction for convenience's sake, as the charges on her criminal record are too numerous to conveniently list, and include (but are not limited to), in no particular order: Treason, Terrorism, Espionage, Murder (numerous), Smuggling, Conspiriacy (various), Kidnapping, Possession of Illicit Goods (of virtually every variety), Illegal Experimentation, Cruelty to Animals, Bribery, Assault and Battery, Sexual Assault, Arson (the only charge with only a single count), and Public Indecency (oddly, the most numerous charge).
Welcome aboard. You need anything explained before you get flopped, naked and goo covered, out of your stasis pod?
((@HailFire: It's been a few centuries since the ship we are in made its last collection run of inmates - all the player characters have been in stasis for a couple of centuries. I forgot the exact amount of time, but IIRC, it's 150-300 years. And nice to see you here.))
"Great." Milno answers with a smile.
Ready for timeskip if you want to get things going. During the timeskip, assume Milno talks to the AM and keeps trying to understand the sharkmist in his free time - like discovering what exactly he can use as fuel for bodily transformations. He also does it very carefully.
I may ask you to repost that once we're all ready, since I might forget otherwise, unfortunately.
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