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

[renegadelobster]

"Hmm. Might as well get all the help I can."

So, from what I've seen and heard, I believe you are the chaplain for this ship, correct? If it wouldn't trouble you, could you meet me in the Pantheon? I would like to pray, but am unsure of the proper way for these gods. Thank you.

Go to the Pantheon. Look around. Pray to any god(s) that may be helpful. If any offerings are needed, get them, as long as they cost no tokens.

[chaotic skies]

"Ah, fuck it. He already left. Let's see if anyone's going to tell me what the hell's going on and where the fuck this is."

Henry attempts to find a map or public computer, and hopes he bumps into someone

((Map is basically etched on walls.))

<<Ah, okay. Thanks for the info.>>

Henry, noticing the labels and colored lines on the walls, decided to head to the Rec Room; it sounds the least dangerous, and there's bound to be people there.

[Radio Controlled]

Pan looks back, Comrade and Sarge turning around as well, looking at the door connecting the hangar and the ship

"Hmm...for a second there I could have sworn I heard some fool talking shit to me behind my back. Must be my imagination."

He looks back at miya and holds out the crudely wrapped packet

"End of the world present. To celebrate our plans to destroy the universe."

"Aww, really? You shouldn't have. And so masterfully wrapped as well. Must be my lucky day."

[Pancaek]

"Yeah, well, you deserve a little something. It's also stuff I had laying around that I literally can't use anymore. Better open it soon, the end of the universe is literally just around the corner."

[Radio Controlled]

"Yeah, well, you deserve a little something. It's also stuff I had laying around that I literally can't use anymore. Better open it soon, the end of the universe is literally just around the corner."

Miya wraps open the package with hands way too big for such a job.
"Oh wow, awesome. I'll cherish these forever, or at least until my next bender with combat drugs.

Talking about benders, did you have some fun with those portals yet? Pretty sweet huh?"

[Xantalos]

"I've  used amps but those aren't safe anymore and I've never held a gun."
Abigail  follows

"You will suffice."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Abigail removes her helmet to at them gray skin and her faded black hair with gray streaks prominent.
"Okay?"

[Ozarck]

Greetings. Good news, Everyone! our recently interrupted efforts to find a new home - interrupted by some rather rude neighbors, but never mind that now - have resumed. In particular, we are focusing on relocating to a very compatible universe. However, some additional testing is recommended. I am looking for personnel with Origin tech experience, who are willing to test out their full capabilities in another universe. I will be prioritizing those with extensive experience over those with minimal, and those with a proven track record over others.

I hope you will consider coming back and giving it another go. I apologize for jerking you around last time, but the situation really was ... well, frankly it was disastrous. remarkably, that has passed, and we are dealing with some minor cleanup, which should in no way affect the mission. If you are interested, I have prioritized your application. Simpluy return to Hephaestus and claim your spot on the mission. you will be teleported in to our base camp, where Vincent Klart has established contact with some natives. You are to test your amps fully, exploring all their abilities. report back both their effectiveness, comfort of use, any changes in their use from this universe, and especially report the presence and strength of the Lurker's influence on your amps. I not ein your file that you have used a synthflesh body beore - if you are comfortable changing into one for the duration, please do so - Hephaestus will have them available for your use, no charge.

[Yoink]

Belatedly track down everyone who placed an order for pizza during the last mission and distribute their pizza.
Suggest the use of a microwave if it's unpleasantly cold.

Pizza list:

"Well then, here we are. Forgive me, Whig my dear, but you'll have to lay low for a moment."

Conceal my gauss rifle beneath my coat. If Nancy is still following me, have her wait in a nearby alley or sidestreet or something, so long as she's out of sight. Then, approach the pizza place PPPP, push the doors open and approach the counter as casually and non-threateningly as possible. Leave my emoticon turned off, so as not to spoil my brilliant disguise.

Order the following:
Three margherita pizzas with plenty of cheese and sauce,
One deep-crust Starvation Diet with the Emergency Rationing Sauce and Poverty Crisis side dish,
One undefined pizza with plenty of dead stuff on it,
One deep dish pizza with a variety of meat seasoned with a liberal amount of pepper,
One extra pizza, whatever kind is most popular locally,
Four large bottles of soda (preferably Mountain Dew), a chocolate cake and a couple of loaves of garlic bread for the newbie teams.

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Firestorm Team

"Firestorm 2 here. Get me a deep-crust Starvation Diet with an Emergency Rationing sauce and a Poverty Crisis side, will ya?"

Firestorm Team

"Something with meat on it. I don't care what it is, just meat. Pizza without meat is just... no. I would hit you for that."

Firestorm Team

Blizzard 2 here, I'll have a whole deep dish if they make those. Fill it with whatever meat is available. Surprise me. Yes, I know that the flesh is weak. Just make up the difference with liberal application of pepper.

After that's done, take one of the leftover pizzas to the shrine room and begin to build a shrine to Chal-thul, the pizza demon.
Leave the others in the rec room, on a table. Announce that there is pizza for the taking.

Edit: Oh, and leer menacingly at any rookies in the rec room as I pass through. Blast some static-y gibberish through my faceplate.
Let loose a mad cackle before slinging a slice of pizza at their face.

[Parisbre56]

More questions for Steve:
"So... When you say destroy the universe... Do you mean the entire universe? With everything in it? All the stars all the galaxies, all turned to dust?"

[Egan_BW]

Go to the workshop and smith my scrap metal into some throwing darts.
Head back to the safety of my room, taking care to avoid the rec room, and prepare for some heavy-duty magic shit.


Cut my thumb, and get a tiny bit of blood on a sheet of paper.
Then draw the following on the paper:

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Action node: Levitate: Dain Yesed Baklim Neshir Jungdine

Parameter node: Location of Focus

Parameter node: Xan's mind (Xan refering to my character in particular, but with room for hilarity with Xan's Xan)

Agent node: Darts: Chotar Chotar

10 + 2 + 3 = 15
15 / 5 = 3
15 - 3 = 12
Charge for exactly 12 hours.

Pile the darts on top of the paper, and activate.


Get another sheet, get blood on it again.
Draw the following on it:

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Action node: Launch: Dain Essu Bazalcam Basklim Galim Qulith Jungdine

Parameter Node: Forward

Parameter Node: Activating Thought

Parameter Node: Xan's Mind

Agent node: Darts: Chotar Chotar

14 + 2 + 6 =  22
22 / 4 = 5.5
22 - 5.5 = 16.5, rounded up to 17
Charge for exactly 12 hours.

Again pile the same darts on top of the paper, and activate.


The end goal of all this should be to end up with Homing Soulmass, but sharp and made of metal. Homing Dartmass.

[spazyak]

How goes it with the one I sent to you. Is she fine?
Also If you require assistance in any matter you need only ask, mine sword and shield are here for you.
_{This Message has been translated from Shakespearian to English via Shake-to-Talk^TM}

[chaotic skies]

Henry walks into the Rec Room and takes a look around, and, spotting someone, decides to introduce himself.

"Hey, I'm Henry. Could you possibly explain to me what I'm supposed to be doing?"

[spazyak]

Sir Jackson who is currently riding an Alot with a gauss turret looks down at the new man, his wings spread out, his muscles rippling under his suit _{((I don't know what I'm doing))} his usual on ship knight-esq armor punctuated by his flowing cape and crown
Fare thee well my friend, prepare for battle or for worse...or get drunk. I shall be hosting a tourny for the end times, betting will be open. Stop by the smithy and partake in some form of weaponry, feel free to humor me on thine gauss related questions. May we soon come to find ourselve great comrads before we meet as enemies.

Alot:

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[chaotic skies]

"Okay...thanks, I guess? I'm going to head to the bar, if you want to come get drunk with me, feel free."