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

[Nunzillor]

((Yup, post it here.))

[chaotic skies]

<<ALright, here goes.

Name: Henry C. Phelps
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Plain. Blue eyes, calm. Average height. Average weight. Short, black hair. No noticable scars.
Personal information: Not much to know. Grew up in Kansas, parents abandoned him at a young age. Later found doing magic tricks in a dark alley, normally involving some conventional weapons. Not very charismatic; fairly inverted. The gods of fate just don't like him for some reason; he's always having a bad hair day. Decently intelligent, nothing to exciting though.
Reason assigned to HMRC OR Reason to join ARM: N/A
Stats
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 0
Endurance: 0
Charisma: -1
Mind: 1
Fate: -1
Intuition: 1
Skills
Handiwork: 0
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional Weapons: -1
Exotic weapons: -1
Auxiliary systems: 1
Medical tech: 0
General Knowledge: 0

Probably total shit, but whatever.

You have one more point in skills than you have negatives for. Welcome to ER.

Totally missed that. Fixed it tho.
>>

[Ozarck]

You have one more point in skills than you have negatives for. Welcome to ER.

[Radio Controlled]

You have one more point in skills than you have negatives for. Welcome to ER.

"Is it really as bureaucratic as the stories promised?"
"Kid, you can't even post an action before you fill out the forms in triplicate and have them reviewed by the appropriate subcommittees."

[Execute/Dumbo.exe]

You have one more point in skills than you have negatives for. Welcome to ER.

"Is it really as bureaucratic as the stories promised?"
"Kid, you can't even post an action before you fill out the forms in triplicate and have them reviewed by the appropriate subcommittees."

"Daddy?"
"Yes, son?"
"Tell me another story about Hephaestus."

[Radio Controlled]

You have one more point in skills than you have negatives for. Welcome to ER.

"Is it really as bureaucratic as the stories promised?"
"Kid, you can't even post an action before you fill out the forms in triplicate and have them reviewed by the appropriate subcommittees."

"Daddy?"
"Yes, son?"
"Tell me another story about Hephaestus."

"Which one do you wanna hear?"
"Tell me the one about when they had 4 different overseers and still got nothing done!"
"Again with the stories dear? You'll give him unrealistic expectations if you keep this up."
"We all need our heroes Sheryll."

[piecewise]

Sit down and eat pizza!

You sit down and eat pizza. It is delicious. And pizza-y. It fills you with greasy satisfaction.

Go to the infirmary and look at the medical records. Study old cases, focusing on field treatment. If someone comes for a medical procedure, volunteer to do it, or watch whomever performs it.

Huh, welding severed robot hands to someone's face...an interesting treatment.

Iveson Lordpunch took the IV from his arm in shame.  How had a small child been able to defeat him (albeit while also defeating herself)?  Was it her admirable aptitude for screaming?  Or perhaps it was his lack of throwing sharp things, up until the end?  Iveson, confused and dismayed, sat down in intense prayer.

1).  Move one point from Str to Dex.
2).  Move the -2 from General Knowledge to Exo.

MAKE IT SO WIKI GNOMES

Walk into the infirmary, offer my services.
((Can I get sent into the depths of the infirmary to fight monstrosities for money?))

Sure! You armed and ready for it?

Flippin' eck! This stuff do be good!

Drink more.

You drink more. You think there's a layer of frost forming on your teeth.

Deciding to give the power source yet more time to think and worried about the possibility his little talk with it had caused him some brain hemorrhage, Milno left his room and headed first to the medbay and then to the armory while checking a log of recent events on his datapad. When he arrives at the armory, he notices the AM's been replaced by Fred, which makes him frown behind the MkIII's faceplate. "I knew some freaky shit had happened, but what's this? Did it also harm the armory master?"

Go into the medbay and check if Milno's brain is alright, then to the armory and ask Fred about the AM's current state and whereabouts.

Your brain is fine_ish

Fred tells you that the armory master is on lockdown somewhere deep in the infirmary, most likely being actively stabilized.

<<ALright, here goes.

Name: Henry C. Phelps
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Plain. Blue eyes, calm. Average height. Average weight. Short, black hair. No noticable scars.
Personal information: Not much to know. Grew up in Kansas, parents abandoned him at a young age. Later found doing magic tricks in a dark alley, normally involving some conventional weapons. Not very charismatic; fairly inverted. The gods of fate just don't like him for some reason; he's always having a bad hair day. Decently intelligent, nothing to exciting though.
Reason assigned to HMRC OR Reason to join ARM: N/A
Stats
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 0
Endurance: 0
Charisma: -1
Mind: 1
Fate: -1
Intuition: 1
Skills
Handiwork: 0
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional Weapons: -1
Exotic weapons: -1
Auxiliary systems: 1
Medical tech: 0
General Knowledge: 0

Probably total shit, but whatever.

You have one more point in skills than you have negatives for. Welcome to ER.

Totally missed that. Fixed it tho.
>>

WIKI GNOMES!

Hello, do you know how you come into existence around here?

[Radio Controlled]

Small question: can we make that 'medbay backroom monster hunter' thing an official wiki job? If yes, I'll add it to the job page. Any restriction you'd like to see? Like a level restriction, so we don't have ten mission vets blazing through? Or is it "anyone can do it, I'll just dynamically scale difficulty"? I'd advise the former personally, seems easiest to do, but the latter could be interesting as well. Maybe also just 1 chance per person (to prevent farming)? Or they can keep doing it, but only get payed once. Or maybe pay people out in artifacts (or something like it), not tokens? Hell, maybe just let people keep their spoils of the hunt and have that be the pay?

Just spitballing of course.

[Nunzillor]

Iveson closed his eyes in meditation.

PM.

[Zormod]

Satisfied, Zek'thal thanks everyone in the mess hall and leaves.

Head back to rec room, watch more TV.

[MidnightJaguar]

Trier felt a smile on his face as he stowed his sunglasses and patted his gauss rifle. He maintained this smile as he put his MCP-1 suit on and answered, “I’ll take the job. I might as well get used to the type of medicine you practice around here.”
((Lets do this ))

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Satisfied, Zek'thal thanks everyone in the mess hall and leaves.

Head back to rec room, watch more TV.

(Abigail walks over to you)

have we met before?

[Dutrius]

Continue drinking.

[Zormod]

have we met before?

Oh, hello. Yes we have. Your name was Abigail, right?

[AbstractTraitorHero]

have we met before?

Oh, hello. Yes we have. Your name was Abigail, right?

Yeah hey did you know this container and the stuff inside it
(She holds up the xeno spit container)
Can be a grenade if you heat it up but make sure to throw it before you do that it's not good agasint armor it looks like though.