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

[Parisbre56]

Are all the indigo heads "looking" at the same direction? If yes, take a picture and ask Steve whether or not he knows what's there.

((I think I'm going to hold off testing this, the lightning gun and the nuke until I have a target to test them against.))

Get back in the ship, still wearing Gilgamesh. While I was going back on ship, did the heads look at anything in particular?
Switch it back to No Colour to prevent accidental discharge.

Then go see what's going on in the rec room. Who's there? What are they doing? Anything fun to do?

[Unholy_Pariah]

play punch many things

Punch first thing

((Synthflesh +exosuit))

[Xantalos]

((...quick, send the little girl down to Mission C. We need her unbeatability.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Somehow, I doubt that you can summon replicas of computer programs on demand.))

[Harry Baldman]

Okay! New sheet, because Stacy is pretty much as dead as he can get for all intents and purposes. I have been waiting for this day.

Spoiler: Prepare yourself, it's The Chief! (click to show/hide)

Name: Virrsai Dawa Maal Leeye, called The Chief
Age: 32
Gender: Female

Appearance: around six and a half feet tall, with olive skin and short black hair. Her face is oddly elongated, and her eyes are unusually large, with near-black irises and perfect dark circles tattooed around it. Above them are a set of large, expressive eyebrows. Her mouth is drawn across her face, giving it a look similar to a bear trap, intensified by a zigzagging black pattern tattooed along it. Has a wiry build and a slightly hunched posture. Despite this, looks surprisingly friendly, though either cannot or will not speak the regular dialects of the galactic community.

Personal information: among the lands where voices speak no more, many used to walk, and where they walked and stayed, things of power were found. Things of great power! Dishes and boxes, bags and sticks, and pieces of things nobody knew what they were, but their power was great no less, and their faces did melt, and their fingers did shrivel, and their children did have two heads and no thumbs, and the air did prove insufficient to nourish them, and so many did have to be thrown into the holes from whence the smoke and dust of the earth came. And so the numbers of those thus cursed by the spirits did dwindle, until only one did remain, and though she was but a medicine man's apprentice, she was the only one, and so she was Virrsai. And so she did wander, and did sing the songs and dance the dances of her people, and spoke to the trees, and called to the valleys. She did meet other people of the many, and did speak to them in her own tongue and others. And they did recognize her as Virrsai, for she did wear the headdress of the Virrsai, The Chief. And so The Chief she was. And wander she did, and identify herself she did, and speak to many people she did, and show the others her knowledge she did. And eventually she did find men and women not of this world, and they did notice that she had not paid her dues, and that she did have things of power that did not shrivel one's hands or dicephalize one's children or melt one's face, and then things did turn sour, and then they did turn black, and then the biggest sleep of The Chief's life did ensue.

Reason assigned to HMRC: tax fraud, ostensibly. Also, having things people wanted. And being generally unwilling to speak the UWM's English!

Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 5 (+1/3rd)
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 5 (+1/3rd)

Skills:
Speech: 1
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 1 (+1)
Conventional Weapons: 0 (-1)
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Exotic Weapons: 0 (-1)
Auxiliary Systems: 0 (-2)
Medical Tech: 1

Profession: Grunt (+1 Handiwork, -1 Auxiliary Systems)

[Xantalos]

((Don't worry, if Xan survives I'll give Stacy a planet-sized memorial.
A planet special to him.
Maybe his home planet.))

[piecewise]

Straight fight.

Hmm then maybe the defense of Hephaestus, or you could fight the giant crystal on the anomalous planetoid? Or you could try to fight the light eater and his wyrm in the Samsonite Abyss? Or just try and fight miyamoto in a duel?

Open for anyone that feels like joining in to join on either side, but at start an AI does the hunting.

also, do I even have the option of picking hunter anymore? I'd pick Prey either way, but I'd like to know how poacher interacts with modifications.

You can be the hunter still. You could even customize the hunter while playing as prey, if you wanted to give them a specific load out or something similar.

Are all the indigo heads "looking" at the same direction? If yes, take a picture and ask Steve whether or not he knows what's there.

((I think I'm going to hold off testing this, the lightning gun and the nuke until I have a target to test them against.))

Get back in the ship, still wearing Gilgamesh. While I was going back on ship, did the heads look at anything in particular?
Switch it back to No Colour to prevent accidental discharge.

Then go see what's going on in the rec room. Who's there? What are they doing? Anything fun to do?

They're all looking forward, but not in the exact same direction, and if you move the gun, they don't look back at the place they were looking, they just keep looking forward.
They seem to look at some blinking lights on the outside of the ship, and at the doors as they open.
Switched back to safe mode.
I think the only ones in the Rec room are...well basically everyone, and they're all on the VR machines.

play punch many things

Punch first thing

((Synthflesh +exosuit))

Feeling despondent now that you've lost your proverbial sparring partner, UP?

You whiff your punch against the little girl, which is frankly pretty impressive when you think about it.

Okay! New sheet, because Stacy is pretty much as dead as he can get for all intents and purposes. I have been waiting for this day.

Spoiler: Prepare yourself, it's The Chief! (click to show/hide)

Name: Virrsai Dawa Maal Leeye, called The Chief
Age: 32
Gender: Female

Appearance: around six and a half feet tall, with olive skin and short black hair. Her face is oddly elongated, and her eyes are unusually large, with near-black irises and perfect dark circles tattooed around it. Above them are a set of large, expressive eyebrows. Her mouth is drawn across her face, giving it a look similar to a bear trap, intensified by a zigzagging black pattern tattooed along it. Has a wiry build and a slightly hunched posture. Despite this, looks surprisingly friendly, though either cannot or will not speak the regular dialects of the galactic community.

Personal information: among the lands where voices speak no more, many used to walk, and where they walked and stayed, things of power were found. Things of great power! Dishes and boxes, bags and sticks, and pieces of things nobody knew what they were, but their power was great no less, and their faces did melt, and their fingers did shrivel, and their children did have two heads and no thumbs, and the air did prove insufficient to nourish them, and so many did have to be thrown into the holes from whence the smoke and dust of the earth came. And so the numbers of those thus cursed by the spirits did dwindle, until only one did remain, and though she was but a medicine man's apprentice, she was the only one, and so she was Virrsai. And so she did wander, and did sing the songs and dance the dances of her people, and spoke to the trees, and called to the valleys. She did meet other people of the many, and did speak to them in her own tongue and others. And they did recognize her as Virrsai, for she did wear the headdress of the Virrsai, The Chief. And so The Chief she was. And wander she did, and identify herself she did, and speak to many people she did, and show the others her knowledge she did. And eventually she did find men and women not of this world, and they did notice that she had not paid her dues, and that she did have things of power that did not shrivel one's hands or dicephalize one's children or melt one's face, and then things did turn sour, and then they did turn black, and then the biggest sleep of The Chief's life did ensue.

Reason assigned to HMRC: tax fraud, ostensibly. Also, having things people wanted. And being generally unwilling to speak the UWM's English!

Stats:
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Endurance: 4
Charisma: 5 (+1/3rd)
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 5 (+1/3rd)

Skills:
Speech: 1
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 1 (+1)
Conventional Weapons: 0 (-1)
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Exotic Weapons: 0 (-1)
Auxiliary Systems: 0 (-2)
Medical Tech: 1

Profession: Grunt (+1 Handiwork, -1 Auxiliary Systems)

Make sure this goes on the wiki, because thats what I've been using in lieu of my sheets while the space accountant continues his work.

[Tavik Toth]

Defence of Hephaestus sounds good.

[Parisbre56]

((Hmmm... I wanted to talk to  the AM but she's unavailable right now... I was going to talk to Steve, but I'd prefer to do that face to face...

Searching on the internet didn't turn out that well last time and I don't want to start randomly screaming things and punching people again...

Hey Lenglon, would you mind if I joined you?))

If Lenglon\Lyra is OK with it, join her in Poacher as the hunter.

Join Lyra in Poacher as the hunter, since Lenglon said it's OK.

If I have to choose equipment, make it be the following if possible:

• My face/body, complete with robo-legs. The clothes I normally wear.
• Cigarettes and something to light them with (matches,lighter or similar).
• Something to help with tracking\finding my way. A dog, a robodog, an automated scout drone, a scout eye, a map, a wanted poster. Anything that you think would help me not go in circles like an idiot and at the same time wouldn't make me overpowered.
• Some kind of melee weapon. Preferably something with a sharp edge, like a knife or machete or similar.
• Some kind of rifle along with some ammo. Maybe a Winchester rifle?
• Maybe something to allow me to be more mobile or move faster. Like some kind of high jump boots or climbing gear or a horse or a motorcycle or a bicycle or similar.

I'm keeping it vague like that because I don't know what situation we'll be in and I don't want to make it unfair for Lenglon by choosing something overpowered.

If everything is good, start the game.

But Lyra can choose my equipment if she wants to.

[Unholy_Pariah]

grab little girl by the arm and lift her off the ground, flick her in the face and demand lunch money next opponent.

((I take it i failed my roll, although im unsure as to how i managed that.))

[darkpaladin109]

since I died, might as well get my new sheet here now.
Name: Jonathan Frumpleton Somerset
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall, lanky man wearing one of those pink hawaian shirts with a flower motif that tourists in media tipically wear. Has a think, black mustache.
Personal information: One moment he claims to be a alien from far-off parts of the universe, the other he claims that he is a god from another dimension. In reality, Stanley is just some schmuck who went insane long ago. The only thing that's clear about him is that he loves exploring and touring new places. Also a cheapskate.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Signed up because it was cheaper than paying the money to tour the galaxy himself.
Stats:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Strength: 0
Dexterity: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 0
Willpower: 10

Skills:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Speech: 0
Intuition: 0
Handiwork: 1
Conventional Weapons: 0
Exotic weapons: 3
Medical tech: 1

Profession: Transhuman

[Devastator]

continue punching things, go for a combo uppercut this time.

((I take it i failed my roll, although im unsure as to how i managed that.))

Someone is unfamiliar with the little girl, I take it.

[Sean Mirrsen]

continue punching things, go for a combo uppercut this time.

((I take it i failed my roll, although im unsure as to how i managed that.))

Someone is unfamiliar with the little girl, I take it.

I'm surprised she didn't crit-kick him in the kneecap and pout angrily as he jumped back on one foot. Synthflesh, exoskeleton and all.

[Unholy_Pariah]

continue punching things, go for a combo uppercut this time.

((I take it i failed my roll, although im unsure as to how i managed that.))

Someone is unfamiliar with the little girl, I take it.

I have a +2 bonus to Dex as well as a nuerophotonic spinal column and a +1 or +2 Str bonus added onto a metal fist, i figured id at least be able to bruise her arm and demand her lunch money.

[Harry Baldman]

Awaken. Stir. Emerge. Flip. The four verbs that characterize any proper convict's arrival in the Paracelsus' Sword.

A rather large woman, no more anachronistic when looked upon than any other individual you'd see tumbling out of a stasis pod, given that she's naked as on the day she was born. Flopping blindly in a pile of stasis goo for a few moments, she gets her bearings, forcing her eyes open and looking around. She could not be like a fish forever, for she was Virrsai, no? The Chief? The Chief had their head held high, their posture proud and their appearance as dignified as possible.

Cahs notii? Cuur iss issmuh? Cahpatz iss issmuh nooklah ur cuuth cahdiim eezdahl? Viah iss issmuh meeruh? were some of the questions currently running through her head, and none seemed to have a clear answer. This was confusing, to say the least. She could hear voices on the air, speaking in the manner of the foreign individuals, and decided to investigate. As luck would have it, the first individual she saw was none other than a fellow with many boxes who reminded her of a very ugly dog for some reason, and she felt a kinship with for some reason.

Observe Nyars from a distance for a bit. See what he does in general.

Then, as soon as non-hostility is roughly confirmed, approach. Look him over as this is done. Watch how he reacts.