My body actually gets moody in bad weather. A few years ago rather than the wrist it was the knees. Now it's the wrist -go figure. Most of the time I can simply ignore it, and eventually it's bound to understand that it should just go away.
Hopefully.
You forge a hammer made of iron and steel, lumping together a few cogs and an hydraulic engine for added smashing power to the back of your normal cog.
You watch as the thing starts to clink and clunk, before smashing down the hammer on the ground.
By the crack it leaves, apparently it's going to do quite the bit of damage...but by the weight it bears, there's doubt he's a 'dodger' extraordinaire.
Resource Acquired: Hammer-Cog. Build Time: If none, one turn for two. If have, one turn for one."And un, deux, trois...coghuahua!" you watch Gamington and Coghuahua dance the Flamenco in a corner of the throne room, as Psysquid comes nearby with the mission-pertaining scrolls. He coughs, politely opening the first scroll.
1) You are a bastard! You are my bastard! Control. "Acquire THE past Hero's bastard son." Psysquid blinks. He rereads it another second. "Yep, acquire THE past Hero's bastard son."
Your eyebrows sky-rocket to the top of your forehead. "What?"
"It says..."
"I HEARD THAT," you yell, "What else does it says!? Are your squid sense tingling or what!?"
"No, which is strange," Psysquid mutters. "I mean, they should tingle...they don't."
Chemista snorts. "There might be a
Nullifier then. The HEROES association has a few in reserve...and keeping the dirty laundry clean would warrant using one."
"Nullifier?" you ask.
"It emits an electromagnetic field that utterly disables any special ability from being used..." she smiles then, "Doesn't work on animals however...if you catch my drift."
"And it's a control mission," you deadpan.
"Well, you can't expect everything to go your way now, right?" she replies. "Maybe he had a one-stand with someone after I killed your mother," Chemista mumbles. "Uh, well...I say we should get him. THE Hero might just awaken in the bastard as much as it might return in your father...we need to take him out."
"He's my...half-brother," you deadpan.
"Well...your call," she shrugs. "Out of life, out of thought..."
2) Baby, Baby oh, oh, Baby Baby, oh, oh. Destruction. "There's a concert going on to raise funds for the HEROES association," Psysquid remarks. "We could slaughter our way through them and get that cash for ourselves...or just maim, burn and kill...." he hums, "Or Gamington might enjoy singing with the Camerathing something catchy to get people on our side...what do I know..."
Security Present. Low Chance of Special forces present. Musical Hero present!
Resource Acquirable: High-Tech Recording Equipment OR High-Tech Sonic Equipment. ?3) The moon shines brightly tonight...let's drive a hole in it and cheer with moonshine. Mixed. "The rednecks of the countryside are having problems with the police. If we aid them, they'll give us Booze, poorly working guns and their ears on the ground in case of trouble...if Cheerie's in the countryside furthermore, they might be able to find her before we do..."
Resource Acquirable: Rednecks. Alcoholic Wares. "Or we could upgrade," Chemista suggests. "You know, the training grounds sound like such a nice idea. And Cheerie might just do us a favor and kill your half-brother in our place."
What do you do?