I'm glad you guys are getting motivated and bringing your characters to life!
Good stuff gents, really! Jolly well done indeed!
Elaborate on man-made heat sources
After examining the data, Vincent radios to the others,
Guys, what should I name the Lava-pede? I'm thinking Wilbur, but I'm not sure.
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'Man-Made Heat Sources include, but are not limited to: Directed-Energy Weapons ((Plasma (limited resistance), Concentrated Radiation)), High Frequency Blades, Continent-Class Reactor wake, Military Incendiaries (Aerosol-based, Gel-based, etc.)…. You stare at the list, agape. Capturing one of those creatures could mean that all Energy-based warfare would become utterly obsolete. At least in theory. It would take decades of research and development to achieve a tangible result, and any prototype to be developed would likely fail anyway. The first physical specimen would still fetch a mountainous profit on the corporate market, but they would likely take all the credit, and your mouth is still watering at the thought of the crushing amounts of the fame (not to mention the perks that come with it) that would surely be yours if you donated the sample to a nonprofit organisation.
Guys, what should I name the bug thing? I've thrown it around a bit, and I think I'll call it Wilbur. Is Wilbur a good name?Aneos radio's back"I believe it means name the species. I say that wilbur is a horrible name for a species, because that is the name of a person, when someone shouts 'The Wilburs are coming! we're all going to die!' I under no circumstances would be fearful of it. But I'm fine with naming that specific one Wilbur." He looks off the side of the rover, looking for anything of note as he akwardly hangs onto the rover.
Thats a horrible idea! "The Wilburs are coming! RUN!" Ooooh! Scary!You scoff and disengage your helmet mike, shaking your head in quiet disbelief. You bring your attention back to expansive desert surrounding you as the rover hits yet another pot hole, jarring its reluctant passengers. You don't remember the place being so damned bumpy. Sticking your head out over the side of the rover and looking past your legs as they dangle off the edge of the deck, you look at the vehicle's undercarriage and the rapidly spinning tires. [5] The suspension appears to be locked, this was probably done for storage purposes and it is now resulting in a less than efficient ride. With a few hours Jim could probably adjust the settings. You wonder why he didn't notice before. If kept in its current state, you're likely to bottom out if you hit a particularly large hole. However, you're fairly sure that it can wait for now, as the surface of the wasteland is quite smooth aside from the occasional dip.
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