If you're still accepting players can I be a space squid aerospace engie?
name: bob
goal: make a small rocket capable of landing on the moon
Accepted, this is officially closed.---
We only had a dollar last year? You can get large sodas normally for two...
Anyways, To the board of bulletins!
Anyways, To the board of bulletins!
This would indeed be a wise thing to do.
Ch'thul F'woo Ch'ool Zul wobbles over to the bulletin board.
Theta observes everyone rushing to the bulletins, noting how they try to maintain sanity and order while trying to jam their optic sensory organ onto it, and see if they would try to cooperate to take turns, throw punches, or anything else to keep their job done.
" A Board of bullets, hmmmmm. Better get to it then. "
Go To the Bulletin Board as well.
((Btw, do I have basic genetical equipment?))
Detracting from the fun of this is Theta, whose stern space elf whistling skills deafen those present and ruin the childish pleasure that those in Group one have finally allowed themselves after a long semester of teaching students and being stern with students. There is an internal groan as he begins his meandering rant about why people need to be more organized.
---Dave-O-Vision---
Go exploring. Collect spare metal, wires, etc. "I can use these to make machines, and I want to be as budget efficient as possible." Mutter to self (sounds a bit...GRAVELLY HRMMMM)
((also, the reason it's unpronounceable is that their language is visual; not audial. And they can't see color. So it'd be like having someone shine a rapidly strobing UV flashlight in your eyes. Also known as going blind.))
You go back to foraging after noting this because, really, is it possible to have
too much wire?A few minutes later, you ‘hear’ an announcement over the university bulletin system, “Sunglasses are mandatory when attending a class of Professor Dave or speaking to him. Also, to Professor Dave, don’t talk to the students like that, go with audial or not at all.”
---Back at the Bulletin Board---“And that’s why we should be more orderly.” Theta finally concludes his speech.Anyway, you find these tasks:Exterminate the MegaOctopus on station arm seven.½ credit course option for biology majors.57 space-marks paymentDental plan provided by Sub-Par insuranceTurn off computer on Station arm FiveGuarded by MegaOctopus living on station arm seven58 Space-marks paymentMedical plan not providedAlso computer hates all forms of life (bring a computer scientist)This has clearly been pilfered by the graduate students beforehand. The group is mulling over their somewhat sub-par choices, though it may be said that Sub-Par insurance is at the very least, among the most honest corporations in the known universe. the group almost wishes that Theta was still talking, Theta also wished he hadn’t stopped.
Before the group can consider mass suicide as a possible option, a Space Squid in a cape wobbles over to the group and begins to speak.
“I am Bob, I have a task for you. It pays well, and more so, I am willing to participate with you.”
Unfortunately, Gene Rotterdam’s face becomes very red, “Groups are NOT to intermix.”“Silence Peon, for I am among those known as the Board of Trustees.” He speaks with great deliberation before removing his hood. Underneath you can see the markings of those who are of the Trustees (which is a golden dollar sign on a necklace with an inscription of the original Trustee’s name:
Shirley Ann Jackson).The color drains from Gene Rotterdam’s face. “Milord! I am sorry, for I could not recognize you in all your splendiferous capelyness.”
A squid smile spreads across his face, “I understand.”
“Thank you Sir!” The smile on Gene’s face is clearly one of the greatest relief.
“You’ve earned it, now here’s a bonus.” He takes out a knife and kills Gene.
“And thus the ritual ceremony of bloodletting is complete.” He sounds exceedingly bored.
“Anyway, as I was saying before it occurred to me that that idiotic man needed to be killed, I have a task for you all.” It occurs to the group that it may not be a good idea to accept it. “No, you don’t get a choice.” And then it became an amazing idea.
He continues “As you know, most of the board of Trustees is built upon the Genius that we showed earlier in our lives. Well, I wish to become an active professor again. To do that, I must conquer the world like I did back when I was younger. So, I need to go with you all to the depths of the Sealed Arm.”
The walls gasp in surprise, and begin a conversation that happens to include some backstory for the Sealed Arm.
“I’ve heard that it is filled with monsters beyond belief.” The wall across from the bulletin board says.
“I’ve heard the same thing, but with treasures.”
The Floors gasp in surprise, “You walls are so cool.”
the walls reply cooly “We know.”
Bob is clearly perturbed by the talking building. “Anyway… The walls do know what is going on here, -”
“MmmHmm, Honey they do say
if the walls have ears, well, we’re better because we also have mouths.”Before Bob can break down and start crying over the fact that someone decided to take science
waaay too far, Dave bursts through the walls carrying quivers full of copper wiring with a translator unit strapped to his back.“
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?” Theta examines the unit and changes the language dial from Leet-speak to galactic standard.“Damned rocks, disobeying evolution yet being intelligent.”
“What the Hell is going on here?” Bob cries out, he pauses. “Actually, I don’t really want to know. Anyway, you idiots are coming with me.
He begins to lead the group to the Sealed Arm, taking you all majestically into the conveniently timed artificial sunset that this particular arm of the Station enjoys.OOGPlease, don't’ specify your characters or races any further unless you are able to justify it in game. Even then, please keep it consistent with what you have already done, because Professor Dave here is not going to be blinding students or his fellow players when he talks. 
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