Larry shrugs. "Just don't use them all or I'll be annoyed. And you owe me another point if you lose it."
Rent out Revolver to Mason for a point. Buy another arm to replace the one I carelessly misplaced.
Does this have any bonuses? Don't suppose there are any synthflesh arms in there!
Name: Larry Hinn
Description: A moderately tall fellow with broad shoulders. Has the dull eyes and brown hair of his family. Cracks his knuckles a lot.
Reason for signing up: To get money for his nephew Thrak. Boy isn't real bright.
Stats:
Strength:5
Dexterity:5
Endurance:5
Speed:5
Intelligence:1
Luck:5
Will:1
Perception:1
Team: BLUE BARBARIANS
Points: 5
Inventory: Revolver; six shots left.
Injuries: Right arm gone.
You scan your Shackle against the vending machine and 5 points are deducted. It asks you to chose which limb and you select the Right arm, elbow down. A large, very classy looking piano black box is deposited in the slot at the bottom of the machine. Inside the box, sitting on a bed of crimson crushed velvet is a chrome limb, polished to a perfect shine. It resembles a human limb, though it has a distinct style to it, vaguely art deco, like something born of a 1930's Cadillac. You stick your recently sutured stump into the waiting hole and scream out in pain and surprise as anchors punch through flesh and embed themselves in bone and nerve filaments are roughly jammed into the stump and seek out their organic twins. Then entire thing hisses as it seals the stump in some sort of thick plastic coating and permanently affixes it to your arm. You flex your fingers. You have no sensations in the limb, it's just dead metal to you, but it obeys your commands like your old arm, so thats good enough. Perhaps better.
>Buy a beer.
The show is technically over for this episode. Any audience members are watching from at home, on their computers, through the cameras in the contestant living area.
You could just get a beer from your fridge.
Check out the 'entertainment' options. If they include a book, grab one and return to one of the comfy chairs and start reading.
Keep an eye on Cromwell and anyone he talks to
Description: A short, 29 year old woman. Has pale skin and medium length sea-green hair, tied back in a ponytail. Otherwise looks like she belongs in a library, not a deathmatch.
Reason for signing up: Was looking at bankruptcy and eternal ruin, or come die for the people's entertainment.
Stats:
Strength:1
Dexterity:3
Endurance:1
Speed:5
Intelligence:10
Luck:1
Will:2
Perception: 5
Inventory: Mystery cannon (1 point)
There's a small bookcase with books. You grab one at random and sit down.
Walk into the recreation area. Be rage that all my fat got shaved off.
WHY AM I SKINNY?! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! WHAT?!
Check points.
Buy an Ice Pick.
I told ya, you gotta keep track of them yourself. Luckily Paris is doing it for everyone. Lets all give him a freaking round of applause because he's doing a really good, detailed job of it too.
You buy an ice pick for 1 point.
Allen Marc
Watch TV. Flip through the channels till something catches my eye
Name: Allen Marc
Description: Thin and wiry, with blond hair. His eyes are an odd shade of green, almost florescent
Reason for signing up: His friends are dicks. They all got drunk one night and he pulled the short straw. Now he wants them all dead and to have enough money to never work again
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:1
Dexterity:5
Endurance:1
Speed:5
Intelligence:5
Luck:1
Will:5
Perception:5
Red team
Points: 3
You flip on the tv and click around until you find some
very old reruns.
Name: Navarro
Description: Tall, lanky, scruffy looking, and with a back covered in scars. He has had a difficult life and solves all his problems by running away.
Reason for signing up: He wants a guard robot.
Strength:1
Dexterity:5
Endurance:1
Speed:15
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:3
Search for anything to make a nice blade, spear, staff, or club. Purely for defensive purposes.
The room, despite being relatively nice, all things considered, is built very much like a prison. There don't seem to be any sharp objects, no chemicals to fuck with, nothing anymore dangerous then the sheets on the beds. You suppose you might be able to buy something from the vending machine, or break a bottle or something, but thats about it.
I have to ask though, how are you going to cut it off. You kinda need a sharp object for that, and I don't see any around 
(Shard of glass and hope, my friend. Beer bottles make great weapons!
EDIT: That reminds me.)
Look for a stick of some sort, about a meter long.
You're not even there. What are you doing. Are you hallucinating again?
(( I reallly don't want to do this, it could be mechanically incredibly bad for me. Thumbs are important, damnit XD ))
.... Great. Fine. Your shackle wants a pound of flesh, the shackle can have it.
Kriellya puts down her book and walks over to the kitchen to find a knife of any description. Failing that, a glass bottle from the fridge. She then walks over to Cromwell, picking up a piece of fabric on the way.
I probably owe you a debt anyway. You do seem to be short a few organs. Mostly my fault, but when one of has to die or all of us do...
She reaches Cromwell and looks sad and distant for a moment, before handing the knife / bottle to Cromwell, handle first.
It's better to be certain then dead.
Let Cromwell cut/rip off my thumb (ideally the shackle thumb) with whatever we find to do it with. Stop the bleeding with the random piece of fabric
You offer your thumb, the right one since the left is held in the shackle and you can't remove the shackle, for removal.
(( So, directed at PW, on the subject of the shackles. Do they impede normal use of that hand? Cause right now I think we're all imagining them like megaman cannon's (replacing the entire hand and most of the fore-arm with a weapon), but I'm not sure if *you've* described them like that ))
They completely cover your left hand and can't be removed. You effectively only have one hand. Because yes, they are very much megaman style.
Cut off her... Pinky. She deserves to at least keep the most important finger since she's being civil about it.
Well, no one has a knife yet, so there's that. You could stab it off with TCM's ice pick. Or try to use some broken glass. Or something similar. Or you can literally try to bite and tear it off. Though I'd find someone with decent str to do that, unless you just wanna gnaw on her for a while. I'm guessing she'd object to that.
((Nice to see the two of you are being civil about inflicting bodily harm on Kriellya.))
"So I'll owe you another point if I lose it? Sounds fair to me." Mason responds to Larry, before tapping his shackle to Larry's to transfer a point. After getting the revolver, he heads towards the fridge to get a snack before going over to the TV.
Do the point transfer thing with Larry for 1 point, then take the revolver. Get a snack and watch TV.
Name: Mason Caldwell
Description: A middle-aged male with brown hair and brown eyes. He has a slightly muscular build and his whole body is covered with scars, a testament to the hard life he has lived.
Reason for signing up: He wants to be a Magister, to have all the power that comes with the position.
Stats: (20 points to allocate. 5 Points in a stat gives a 1/3 chance of +1. 10 gives 2/3, etc.)
Strength:3
Dexterity:3
Endurance:15
Speed:3
Intelligence:1
Luck:1
Will:1
Perception:1
Inventory: 1 revolver with 6 shots
You watch tv while petting the revolver. Yes, whose a deadly girl, you are!
Allen's Shackle beeps.
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