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[Gotdamnmiracle]

Vroom.!

Wait! Shush, I know how to speak car. That means "Start your engines!"

Well okay, I took a few liberties with that translation. But it means the same thing.

I believe a more accurate translation would be "... GOgogogogogogogo!" *ahem*.

[Tack]

Vroom.!

Wait! Shush, I know how to speak car. That means "Start your engines!"

Well okay, I took a few liberties with that translation. But it means the same thing.

You got the basics.
Well done.

[filiusenox]

Metis steps over to the console, pressing Y on the screen, and there's a grinding whirl from the engine block; the noise, the vibrations from the whirl, threatening to throw her off balance. All about, the metal of the ship creaks and strains, the scent of ozone, rust and fire filling the air with its heady stench, the stench of magic. The runes, hardly visible on the handle of the axe stuck into her stump, begin to glow, before they writhe and squirm, wiggling like hundreds of little worms.

Pressure begins to build, the straining getting louder as the Ship tries to push away from its bindings, to freedom in the skies above...

Metis' eye-orbs widen at the sound and the shaking of the floor under her. The console's old lettering flickering away to show a red gauge labeled temperature filling rapidly.

Metis barely has time to turn, before there's the flare of white light from behind, followed by the roaring fireball of white-hot magic, the engine exploding like a miniature super-nova, ripping the rusty ship apart, vaporizing steel and flesh...

New Game [Y/N]?

[Deep Waters]

ಠ_ಠ

[Tsuchigumo550]

Y.

Mutant starting at the Old Town

Hopefully smart, even at the cost of some strength.

[Donuts]

Y, dead, not big suprise!

[Wrex]

Y, mutant of the old town.

[Tack]

Y
mutant.
Oldtown
John.
Telepath.
Photosensitivity.


Edit:ed

[Duncan_McShal]

Survivor: Starting at old town
Slight mutation so we don't eat as much?

[Gotdamnmiracle]

Smart mutant With the drawback of photosensitivity. Old town Plox.

[filiusenox]

Y
mutant.
Oldtown
John.
Telepath.
Photosensitivity.

John awakes, nose dripping blood as he comes to on a ratty, stained mattress, he absently reaches up to wipe it away with the back of his hand, looking about, before pushing himself up from the bed. He hops to his feet, shifting in the black boots on his feet as he looks about.

There's a blink, as he realizes, ponders and accept that his mind is a blank in the memory department

It takes only a moment to come up with a proper name, in this situation; John, should work, for now.

Empty, Trashed Apartment room[Out][North]
The plaster of the walls in this room is collapsing in places, much like the brick of the wall itself, a broken window lets in the light of the twin moons. The carpet is moldy, smelling of death and lung infections, damp to the touch, water practically pooling around one's shoes or feet as they walk. The door to outside is ripped off the hinges, thrown down casually. To the north is a hole in the wall.

Large amounts of blood is pooled here as well as staining the walls and door, a trail leading to the north, into the dark.
A number of spent shell-casings litter the floor
A ratty, stained mattress sits in the corner, lightly flecked with blood.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

<Worn over body> A dull-black, deep-cowled greatcoat
<Worn over body> A plated, hardened, natural-hued leather vest
<Worn on torso> A white t-shirt
<Worn on back> A thick faux-leather back-strap bearing a greatsword
<Worn on shoulder> A ratty orange holster containing a revolver
<Worn on waist> A simple faux-leather ammo-belt
<Worn on belt> A lokium, red flash light
<Worn on legs> A pair of fragile, hardened, black and red leather leggings
<Worn on feet> A pair of solid black boots

Spoiler: Worn containers (click to show/hide)

A ratty orange holster:
   A slab-sided, nick-barreled, matte black .45 caliber revolver

A thick faux-leather back-strap
   A nickel-plated, cross-guard hilted, thick bladed greatsword

A simple faux-leather ammo-belt
   Fifteen .45 caliber, hollow-point revolver shells
   A thin, primitive combat knife

Spoiler: Abilities and Traits (click to show/hide)

Telepathic: The mind is a weapon to you, a razor sharp scalpel used to rip through armor, whether mental or physical. Too much mental strain might...make your brain explode.
Photosensitivity: You don't like the sun, and the feeling is mutual, your skin gets a minor sunburn if you stay out for even an hour, and depending how long you stay out, your skin could...crack.

Spoiler: Health (click to show/hide)

Minor Nosebleed

[Roboboy33]

Examine hole in the wall.

[Wrex]

So we have weaponry this time?


Take shell casings.

[Duncan_McShal]

Check our side arm and make sure its fully loaded and practice reloading and unloading it a couple of times for practices' sake. Afterwards we should look outside the window carefully to check out our surroundings.

[Dragor23]

Take a long sunbath