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[spazyak]

Aww you have to spoil it.

ok. I think I'm just going to save trying to do charisma actions for later when I drop lots of points into it

[Beirus]

M19 - getting you trouble not even out of thin air, but from the vacuum of space.

I brought artifact containers for this exact reason.

[Egan_BW]

"Saw any newbie around that seems competent enough? I'll need a replacement."

Ohh, Ohh! Me, pick me!

[renegadelobster]

Should...should I be worried that Milno is examining braincases? Because I am.

[Parisbre56]

Planet brain damaged here. Planet not know. No Attention. Leave Shuttles.

((The brain for our area went into "offline mode" as the worm, choosing to disconnect itself from it's controlled area as a temporary defense measure.
It was then nuked.
the planet stopped attacking us entirely as soon as that occured.
the planet has not noticed us.
the planet WILL NOT notice us unless you do something to draw its attention to us.
for example: bringing extra shuttles to us.
you are attempting to perform a dangerous maneuver that will draw attention to the hole in the planet's awareness and attract AA fire with no significant gains to be made from it.

this is stupid.

we will draw no aa fire or very little aa fire if we don't bring extra shuttles over here. even if we are fired upon, we have defenses and defenders standing by watching for it.
what you are doing is a pointless risk that increases the odds we are going to die.))

I know, but I'd prefer to have this conversation IC, so that I can explain my disagreements with that plan IC.

[Lenglon]

Planet brain damaged here. Planet not know. No Attention. Leave Shuttles.

((The brain for our area went into "offline mode" as the worm, choosing to disconnect itself from it's controlled area as a temporary defense measure.
It was then nuked.
the planet stopped attacking us entirely as soon as that occured.
the planet has not noticed us.
the planet WILL NOT notice us unless you do something to draw its attention to us.
for example: bringing extra shuttles to us.
you are attempting to perform a dangerous maneuver that will draw attention to the hole in the planet's awareness and attract AA fire with no significant gains to be made from it.

this is stupid.

we will draw no aa fire or very little aa fire if we don't bring extra shuttles over here. even if we are fired upon, we have defenses and defenders standing by watching for it.
what you are doing is a pointless risk that increases the odds we are going to die.))

I know, but I'd prefer to have this conversation IC, so that I can explain my disagreements with that plan IC.

ok.

[Kriellya]

Planet brain damaged here. Planet not know. No Attention. Leave Shuttles.

((The brain for our area went into "offline mode" as the worm, choosing to disconnect itself from it's controlled area as a temporary defense measure.
It was then nuked.
the planet stopped attacking us entirely as soon as that occured.
the planet has not noticed us.
the planet WILL NOT notice us unless you do something to draw its attention to us.
for example: bringing extra shuttles to us.
you are attempting to perform a dangerous maneuver that will draw attention to the hole in the planet's awareness and attract AA fire with no significant gains to be made from it.

this is stupid.

we will draw no aa fire or very little aa fire if we don't bring extra shuttles over here. even if we are fired upon, we have defenses and defenders standing by watching for it.
what you are doing is a pointless risk that increases the odds we are going to die.))

I know, but I'd prefer to have this conversation IC, so that I can explain my disagreements with that plan IC.

ok.

Ditto

Part of the issue with discussing anything is that my plan depends on information I don't have right now (the shuttle position)

Cause I agree with you, if the extra shuttles are tightly clustered relative to us. It's not worth the risk of drawing extra attention, our turrets and possibly fliers will just have to deal with whatever comes. But we are *very* exposed right now, so I'd like to do something. Which may mean trying to get any fliers we still have outside (I don't know if we have anyone flight capable offhand)

[Execute/Dumbo.exe]

Aww you have to spoil it.

ok. I think I'm just going to save trying to do charisma actions for later when I drop lots of points into it

Let me tell you a story.
Once, someone annoyed the AM, then, she straight up turned all his muscle into fat, so he could barely crawl and had to get to the infirmary to survive the influx of fat, the end.
Now another one.
Once, a player tried to hack into the Sword, Aka the On Ship area, and got a bad roll, ending with him getting impaled.
In both of those situations, those players caused nothing more than an annoyance.
And the AM has completed over 30 missions, just so you know.

[syvarris]

Actually, the man that was demuscled was a woman.  Empyrea, I believe.

Another good incident is the time that a pirate lord/warmonger who had conquered across the galaxy (and once raped a tiger) blushed, and for that the AM ripped his balls off.  And folded the rest of his body several times in interesting patterns, if I remember correctly.

Oh, and then the Doctor turned tigerrapist Mcballless into a female fertility goddess, and he/she/it became the girlfriend of Thomas Harrison the sniper.

[Dorsidwarf]

Another good incident is the time that a pirate lord/warmonger who had conquered across the galaxy (and once raped a tiger) blushed, and for that the AM ripped his balls off.  And folded the rest of his body several times in interesting patterns, if I remember correctly.

Blushed? I think you mean "Got caught trying to use the VR machines to have virtual sex with her then refused to be even a little bit fazed/apologetic when slammed into a wall with her brain"

The VR machine beeps: "Error: Property 'lust' not defined. Sending crash report to designated VR technician, Armory Master.

Or something along those lines, was a glorious thing to read

[spazyak]

Another good incident is the time that a pirate lord/warmonger who had conquered across the galaxy (and once raped a tiger) blushed, and for that the AM ripped his balls off.  And folded the rest of his body several times in interesting patterns, if I remember correctly.

Blushed? I think you mean "Got caught trying to use the VR machines to have virtual sex with her then refused to be even a little bit fazed/apologetic when slammed into a wall with her brain"

The VR machine beeps: "Error: Property 'lust' not defined. Sending crash report to designated VR technician, Armory Master.

Or something along those lines, was a glorious thing to read

XDDDDDDDD!

[syvarris]

Well, yeah, but it seems that the real thing that screwed him over was the blush.  It's quoted four times.

Spoiler: You're right, it is glorious (click to show/hide)

Close enough.

New Scenario:

Equipment: None

Enemy: Armory Master

Weapons: None

Location: Fancy Hotel Penthouse Bedroom

Position: Adjacent

INPUT DEBUG:

> FILE 'ARMORY MASTER'

> MODIFY LUST: +999%

(I swear to god I actually did roll this)
[aux:1-1]
ERROR. CRITICAL SYSTEM MALFUNCTION. SENDING DETAILS OF MALFUNCTION TO TECHNICIAN: ARMORY MASTER. PLEASE WAIT FOR ASSISTANCE.

uh-oh.

(( Congrats! Now Elisaz needs to not die and it'll all be good.))

Oh Shi- Elisaz immediately exits the VR machine. He ponders options: He could bullshit his way out, (Result: Death) claim he did it in his love for the Armory Master, (Result: Death) or maybe get Faith to go psycho again and fight the Armory Master. (Result: Cat-fight!) While the last option seemed like the most fun, it would also be pretty risky. Elisaz decides to book it and go stealthy.

Go Metal Gear Solid and run to Elisaz's locker, go inside, and stay there.

You attempt to run to the hanger. Doing this requires running past the armory. You get two steps away from the open armory door before something grabs you in mid stride and drags you backwards into the room containing the armory kiosk. The door to the room closes behind you. The armory master is sitting at her desk, her face partially hidden behind steepled fingers. You're yanked off the ground where you were attempting to claw your way away and into the air before being pressed face first against the glass of the booth.

"I realize that men have needs." The armory master says, looking over her hands at you. "And that the forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for it's inaccessibility. But here's the thing. I don't want any success you may have with a cloud of data that bears a passing resemblance to me to make you think you have any chance with the real thing. So you can keep that fantasy of yours and replay it a million times in your VR assisted dreams-hell, it will keep you away from me so why should I care-but that's it. You utter one more word to me that isn't related to weapons or my extensive knowledge with armaments and I will kill you. No do overs, no gentle maiming. I will just plain crush your skull to paste and leave you in the hall as a warning to others. Do we have an understanding?"

As he is interrogated, Elisaz's mind flashes back to him being interrogated while on Magistrate Vale Leroy's death row.
......
"You've got no chance Mr. Roxine. We outnumber you, we have more resources, and we are a co-ordinated government force that your little rag-tag bunch of scraps can challenge. So maybe if you tell us everything you know now, we won't hurt you and your friends too badly."

"Well then, I must say I'm to happy to declare 'Go fuck yourself'."

Leroy later died of 'Unknown Causes'.

......

When Elisaz flashed back to the current situation, he smiled. "Sounds like a fair deal to me. Just one thing: Could you have the Virtual Reality machines come with pre-made programs featuring you and the rest of the crew as 'options'?" He says this with a cute blush.

He says this with a cute blush.

He says this with a cute blush.

He says this with a cute blush.

The armory master's eye twitches and she smiles. A horrible sort of smile. She points at you. Your fingers all break and bend backwards, your elbows and shoulders are wrenched from their sockets, your jaw is dislocated, your eyes are ruptured, your belly splits open, your knees bend forward, your feet are folded in half and your genitals rip away.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You wake up later, much later, in the infirmary, in a full body tank of some sort of fluid. A doctor is standing outside the tank, looking at you.
"Try not to move. Trying to keep you organic. Most things saved. " he pauses for a moment, "Could not save genitals."

[spazyak]

Well, yeah, but it seems that the real thing that screwed him over was the blush.  It's quoted four times.

Spoiler: You're right, it is glorious (click to show/hide)

Close enough.

New Scenario:

Equipment: None

Enemy: Armory Master

Weapons: None

Location: Fancy Hotel Penthouse Bedroom

Position: Adjacent

INPUT DEBUG:

> FILE 'ARMORY MASTER'

> MODIFY LUST: +999%

(I swear to god I actually did roll this)
[aux:1-1]
ERROR. CRITICAL SYSTEM MALFUNCTION. SENDING DETAILS OF MALFUNCTION TO TECHNICIAN: ARMORY MASTER. PLEASE WAIT FOR ASSISTANCE.

uh-oh.

(( Congrats! Now Elisaz needs to not die and it'll all be good.))

Oh Shi- Elisaz immediately exits the VR machine. He ponders options: He could bullshit his way out, (Result: Death) claim he did it in his love for the Armory Master, (Result: Death) or maybe get Faith to go psycho again and fight the Armory Master. (Result: Cat-fight!) While the last option seemed like the most fun, it would also be pretty risky. Elisaz decides to book it and go stealthy.

Go Metal Gear Solid and run to Elisaz's locker, go inside, and stay there.

You attempt to run to the hanger. Doing this requires running past the armory. You get two steps away from the open armory door before something grabs you in mid stride and drags you backwards into the room containing the armory kiosk. The door to the room closes behind you. The armory master is sitting at her desk, her face partially hidden behind steepled fingers. You're yanked off the ground where you were attempting to claw your way away and into the air before being pressed face first against the glass of the booth.

"I realize that men have needs." The armory master says, looking over her hands at you. "And that the forbidden fruit is all the sweeter for it's inaccessibility. But here's the thing. I don't want any success you may have with a cloud of data that bears a passing resemblance to me to make you think you have any chance with the real thing. So you can keep that fantasy of yours and replay it a million times in your VR assisted dreams-hell, it will keep you away from me so why should I care-but that's it. You utter one more word to me that isn't related to weapons or my extensive knowledge with armaments and I will kill you. No do overs, no gentle maiming. I will just plain crush your skull to paste and leave you in the hall as a warning to others. Do we have an understanding?"

As he is interrogated, Elisaz's mind flashes back to him being interrogated while on Magistrate Vale Leroy's death row.
......
"You've got no chance Mr. Roxine. We outnumber you, we have more resources, and we are a co-ordinated government force that your little rag-tag bunch of scraps can challenge. So maybe if you tell us everything you know now, we won't hurt you and your friends too badly."

"Well then, I must say I'm to happy to declare 'Go fuck yourself'."

Leroy later died of 'Unknown Causes'.

......

When Elisaz flashed back to the current situation, he smiled. "Sounds like a fair deal to me. Just one thing: Could you have the Virtual Reality machines come with pre-made programs featuring you and the rest of the crew as 'options'?" He says this with a cute blush.

He says this with a cute blush.

He says this with a cute blush.

He says this with a cute blush.

The armory master's eye twitches and she smiles. A horrible sort of smile. She points at you. Your fingers all break and bend backwards, your elbows and shoulders are wrenched from their sockets, your jaw is dislocated, your eyes are ruptured, your belly splits open, your knees bend forward, your feet are folded in half and your genitals rip away.

"I'll take that as a yes."

You wake up later, much later, in the infirmary, in a full body tank of some sort of fluid. A doctor is standing outside the tank, looking at you.
"Try not to move. Trying to keep you organic. Most things saved. " he pauses for a moment, "Could not save genitals."

lol so anyonec an get away with it if he doesn't blush. neat

[Kriellya]

Oh no, the blush wasn't *directly* what went wrong. It was the last straw

[Toaster]

Why do you keep talking about sharing shuttles between the teams?  They're a continent's distance away from each other.