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But…I Actually Enjoyed It…..

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Voting closed: September 11, 2012, 11:27:31 pm

[Jatha]

((The doctor fixed me, I just died due to people leaving me oxygen starved for ten minutes. Seriously, what is wrong with you people.))

((not to mention how they just left you to rot back at the camp. If you're going to leave a man to die, the least you can do is bury him.))

[Parsely]

The three of you have yet to look at it. I can't wait.

[Yhgi117]

((Oh, this is gonna be good...))

[Mr.FancyPants]

I walk up to where Jay was to get a look at the monster and look for weaknesses.
What's Fucking huge?
((Sorry I was AFK))

[Serious Business]

Mother of god....

Vincent examines the thing from afar, trying to ascertain what this thing is.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Vincent France (Serious Business)

Health: Fine

Skills: Geneticist - Basic Biology and Xeno-Anatomy, former EMT, Cook by Hobby

Equipment: Standard Equipment, 140 credits, microbiological viewing and manipulating gear, basic medical kit, portable battery powered range and cooking containers and utensils, extra dry foodstuffs (3 days worth), knife, ballistic pistol.

[Parsely]

I walk up to where Jay was to get a look at the monster and look for weaknesses.
What's Fucking huge?
((Sorry I was AFK))

Jay is back at camp. And dead. -.-

[Parsely]

Mother of god....

Vincent examines the thing from afar, trying to ascertain what this thing is.

Staring out at the thing from inside the quarters, the monster is easily large enough to dwarf H-3's natural satellites. All twelve of them. Even at this distance you can see directly into its gaping maw, overflowing with jagged, gnashing teeth and flanked by two massive pincers the size of battleships (space battleships). Your legs grow weak around the knees and you place your hands against the wall to steady their shaking. A giddy feeling comes over you, and you begin to laugh maniacally.
I'm going to be rich! Filthy goddamned rich!!

I walk up to where Jay was to get a look at the monster and look for weaknesses.
What's Fucking huge?
((Sorry I was AFK))

You look up at the monster before you as it finishes surfacing, and at this point you can't even see where his legs meet its body, since its nearly reached the ceiling of the troposphere (its slightly bigger than Earth's since H-3 is, well, bigger than Earth). You count slowly, and find that it has a total of six sandy-red legs, and the sunlight glints off of them as they shift to gain purchase. They're covered in needles 10 metres long (about as big as a city bus. Theres a lot of them).

The thing lifts its two front legs and throws them forward, moving away from your location. The amount of atmosphere displaced by its movement causes the wind to shift, and air to rush rapidly to fill the empty space, creating a suction effect and pulling you and the others off of your feet and dragging you several feet towards the creature. You're all left terrified by this and shaking in fear, but the thing is still far enough away that you're in no danger of being stepped on. Even if you drove towards it, the journey would take hours before you drew close enough to be able to touch it (and why the hell would you want to do that??!).

Standing up and being careful not to get knocked down again, you shake the lingering granules of sand from your suit, and watch as the abomination strides away from you.

[Serious Business]

Someone gets picture of this, please!  I sincerely hope one of you has a camera!

[Joben]

((Yay Got my character sheet sorted and approved. I'll be in when the GM desides to inflict this world on more colonists. I'm a miner. Seemed good since we need income, and there seem to be undeground/lava shenenegins to invenstigate))

My character: Reggie Smith, miner, properly paranoid.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

6 feet, 180 pounds. 29 years old.

A tall man with an athletic build and light brown hair.

Generally willing to fill in where needed, but dislikes being ordered around. Feels one ought to be prepared but isn't quite sure for what, so has settled on trying to be ready for anything.

Proffesion:

Miner

Skills:
 
first aid
rifle marksman
simple mechanics/crafting.

Equipment:

Whatever tech a miner should have in this setting +

rock hammer
pick
shovel

Backpack
Automatic Carbine (small caliber, extremely high velocity)
Three 40 round magazines (Armor Piercing)
Large sturdy knife
Multitool
Flashlight
Camera
25 meters thin strong rope.

Survival Kit ( ~2.5 kilos weight)

   1 day food/water
   Spare cell for flashlight
   Compass
   knife sharpener
   fire starter
   spool of steel wire
   duct tape
   aerial signal flare
   smoke signal flare
   chemical light stick
   Suit Patch Kit
   Heat reflective blanket
   Compact water filter

First Aid Kit (~1 kilo weight)
   Standard faff
   2 Trauma bandages,
   2 doses heavy duty painkiller

((not to mention how they just left you to rot back at the camp. If you're going to leave a man to die, the least you can do is bury him.))

((LOL I was hoping only I and Gun had noticed that. I was looking forward to shock and schenegins in a day or so when he starts to stink up the living quarters.))

[Yhgi117]

        ...duct tape
   aerial signal flare
   smoke signal flare
   chemical light stick
   Suit Patch Kit...

((Dude. You don't need a patch kit when you have duct tape.
Well, maybe to re-pressurise it but other than that...[Although, it certainly handy. {Look at me, I'm contradicting myself.}] ))

[Yhgi117]

((Double post.))

[Parsely]

Skills:
 
first aid
rifle marksman
simple mechanics/crafting.

Change these two. For the sake of the game I'm not going to let everyone be master marksmen and triage experts. Be creative, and remember, I wuv oo guys! <3


ATTENTION MIGRANTS: I'm still waiting on actions from those of you who are still alive. When something happens I generally expect you to react to it. -.-

[Joben]

Doh! I thought you were ok with him on Wednesday. *shrug*  I'll happily change the first aid skill, but you can have my marksmanship when you tear it from my cold dead hands.

Seriously though, unless I'm missing something there's only one other living guy who has weapon use as a skill. 

First Aid --> Gymnastics

(If my argument didn't win you over)
Marksman --> Chemistry

[Doomblade187]

"Mother of god... Ok, I guess the planet's even more dangerous than it looks. We're going to have to be careful, guys," Jim said as he slowly backed up to the rover.

If the others want to head back to base, do so, but if not, compose myself and continue fixing the suspension.

Spoiler: Jim Martin (click to show/hide)

Name: Jim Martin (Doomblade 187)
Condition: A-ok!
Skills: Combat Engineer - Instinctive Constructor, Mechanical Repairman, Civil Demolitions Expert.
Equipment:
Standard Equipment (reinforced helmet)
50 credits
mining explosives
standard-issue M34 Semi-Automatic Energy Hand Laser with two 20-charge battery packs (18 in current)
entrenching tools
oversized toolbox containing various engineering equipment.

[exolyx]

Aneos turns on his radio"Ok guys, we need to act. That thing, or something like it WILL eventually find our base camp, and we need to defend ourselves. I have a proposal on how we can do this. We somehow configure our camp to be mobile, or, you know... really big cannon.