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

[Dorsidwarf]

Store action for when time-freeze ends:

Get away from Xantacles by any means nessecary, including bludgeoning, wriggling, concentrating really hard on being elsewhere, and if all else fails, seduction followed by gnawing off my arms.

[HavingPhun]

Well, I'm going to continue to sit in the R&D field while everyone outside gets slaughtered, or not.

[Xantalos]

I think you know what I'm going to try to do, PW.

[Wolfkit]

Stock action: punch all wierd stuff (that has physical form) that gets too close. Xan counts as wierd stuff

[Dorsidwarf]

Stock action: punch all wierd stuff (that has physical form) that gets too close. Xan counts as wierd stuff

Unless you were Doom Hand Man and I forgot, I don't recommend. Xantalos is unpleasantly sticky, like an overweight flayed drunkard.

[Persus13]

As soon as I can, run somewhere, anywhere.

[Wolfkit]

Stock action: punch all wierd stuff (that has physical form) that gets too close. Xan counts as wierd stuff

Unless you were Doom Hand Man and I forgot, I don't recommend. Xantalos is unpleasantly sticky, like an overweight flayed drunkard.

((I'm Doom Hand Guy and my life goal is to solve all problems with liberal application of Doom Hand.))

[piecewise]

((I'm not gonna do anything until that potion runs out, so zooming ahead is fine by me.))

Meditate a bit until time restarts outside of the r&d barrier. Look at what horrible things will certainly befall us.

Technicolor Doom Xan.

head back to tron and grab the arms, rocket boost up top and jam the arms and artifact into the green flame.

Leave tron.

Repeat this until successful then wait for potion to expire.

You fly out and jam the thing into the flame.

Still doesn't do anything immediately. Hm.

You fly back into the ship and stand around to wait the potion out.

To wait it out AWAY from Xan.

You grab one of the glowing skeletons' skulls too, because why not.






As soon as the potion wears off, something strange happens. Time restores itself with a sound like a recording of a rocket engine being played in reverse, a deafening roar which is sucked unnaturally into relative silence. The sound of reality falling back into place, like a piece of bent metal snapping back, shakes the bones of anyone who can perceive it. And then things are normal again. Well, as normal as they ever were. There are scars on the walls and ceiling, bearing testament to the crisis: tooth marks in the ceiling, the molten hole in the wall that now leads into a restored Rec room, a barracks which seems to have been torn in half and then hastily jammed back together with an obvious seam running through it.


As per xan, well, thats even stranger. The instant time returns and reality rights itself like a great cosmic weeble Xan's entire fluid mass gets sucked down and out of the vents with enough force to bow the ceiling. The entire flood of flesh streams off down the hall with a slurping noise.

[swordsmith04]

"Huh."

Do I still have the wireframe items I took from inside the portal?
Go find that guy I borrowed this laser rifle from, and give it back. Then check if the hangar and infirmary are accessible again.

EDIT:

Grab Kyle's head and go hand it over to the medbay for reviving.

Uh. Don't resist synthflesh guy from yanking a severed head out of my hands? Bring this guy into the infirmary instead:

"Ah... MY ARMS!"

Commence sreaming and wallowing on the floor. Also, cry for help...

[kj1225]

... I am in hell. For only hell could do... this shit.

[Wolfkit]

"Huh. Feel like I'm forgetting something though. Oh, right! Clothes!"
Go back the the barracks, and attempt to put on clothes again, this time focusing on not destrying them when I pick them up.

[Peradon]

"Ah... MY ARMS!"

Commence sreaming and wallowing on the floor. Also, cry for help...

[Xantalos]

I'm going to the infirmary, aren't I.

[Comrade P.]

Grey, viscid oblivion hardly lets Yaroslav go, but something pushes him out of it right on the metallic floor. His vision is blurred and body is numb of any feelings. He tries to raise his head, but the neck seems to be a monolite unable of bending. His field of vision, however, changes, as if he did raised his head. He still sees world in some kind of mist. He tries to stand up, but fails at first, ending up at all fours - body seems to be much heavier than usual. He now looks at his hands on which he stands, and they are not the hands he remembered having. The ones he sees are a rough prosthetics that were collected from fallen warriors in Arena back home. He almost regained clearness of sight by that moment, as well as control over his body. He stands up and briefly inspects what he became - some modern Frankenstein. He reaches his forehead to discover there isn't one - his hand goes through the air in the place his head should be.

- Какого хрена...[ - What the heck...]
His new synthesised voice is low and echoes a bit, and seems to emerge from inside of his chest. In shock he makes a step back and stumbles upon what seemed to be flat floor.
There he sits without movement.
That motherfucker must've cheated on me. Wanted to have it all - my money, my body, my daughter. Where are they now? Where am I, in the first place?

Find data access point. Read where I am and search for info what happened to me and my daughter [gain knowledge of the part specified here]. Frustrate. Gain hatred towards the bastard who is responsible for that. Keep reading about how the things are done around. Reclaim default 5 tokens. Head for VR machines, start tinkering on GAUPT.

((He usually speaks English, but in moments of extreme emotional experiences may switch to his other language))

[kj1225]

"Ah... MY ARMS!"

Commence sreaming and wallowing on the floor. Also, cry for help...

That's so horrible.