Nick the parrot and kick Morgan's face in anger.
You did it.
(
1.. Wow. Such Fail. You are absurdly unlucky. I mean.. How?! Idefk. vs
Tarak jump up and fall on your face again.
(5 vs 9) Moran decks Tarak and flips him onto the table.
Leave the crew member on the floor,grab the beer,open it,and shove the open end down Taraks throat.
(8 vs 9)
You ram the bottle into Tarak's throat. He is forced to swallow. He is now hammered. He seems somewhat calmer now.Eat a few cookies.
miss chocolate girl will definitely be proud of me, oh yes
You eat a few about twenty cookies.
(1... You are getting really unlucky. vs 12.) Morgan dodges out of the way, slips on a cookie, and falls over. Your gun explodes in your hand and is an utter failure to launch. Ow.
(Who's gun explodes? Morgan's?)
((Tharak's.))
((If you don't mind my mentioning, it's Tarak, not Thrarak.))
((Autocorrect, don't blame me.))
Having bugged the ship, H returns to the workshop, bringing the magnetic clamp. H examines the incomplete android.
You examine the android. It looks pretty much human. The remaining parts are scattered around, maybe you can finish it?Ferrous's head had felt the tiniest amount of pain! This should have been physically impossible. This was all the cookies' fault! He tried to find their baker, and prepared to sledgehammer him.
(3)
You fail to deduce who did the cooking. Everybody smells like cookie. You take out your frustration by smashing the wall, there is a hole in it now.Welp, that's enough reasonableness for a day, time to make a cookie fort.
You build a cookie fort. The dog says
Woof.(( Hai Kev....Doop))
Name: Drevin Zalorin
Physical age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Description: Messy long black hair, strong jawline, scar along bridge of nose, dark blue eyes. Wearing black trench coat as the outer layer, a black vest below that, and a white button up shirt as the last layer, also wearing black suit pants, is wearing shoes. Has a decent length energy machete and a com watch with computational capabilities (can be used as a computer), black leather fingerless gloves. He often has what appears to be a piece of wheat coming from his mouth, it in reality is a grouping of wires and paint meant to look like wheat.
Backstory : Rebel fighter for a failed rebellion on homeworld, “Stratis 7”, He primarily focused on midrange suppression with automatic weapons but got acquainted with snipers as well as other long range precision weapons and is capable of using those also, he is willing to attempt to adapt to close range combat but isn’t exactly the best at adapting and it wouldn’t be the greatest idea to try. He joined the active rebellion named the “Stratilators” (not the most inventive bunch) to avenge his father who was wrongfully imprisoned and executed, after the rebellion started going south, he stowed away on a transport and got kicked off at the barstationthing.
Name: Drevin Zalorin
Equipped Weapons:
Laser Machete
- Power (99/100)
-- Slash ( +1 melee combat roll (Main Attack)
-- Stab ( -2 melee combat roll (Secondary Attack)
Equipped Gear:
Black Trench Coat - No stat bonus
Black Vest - No stat bonus
White Button Up Shirt - No stat bonus
Black Suit Pants - No stat bonus
Shoes - No stat bonus
Com Watch - Ranged Communication/Computer
Black Fingerless Gloves - No stat bonus
Tied Together Piece of Cable (aka Fake Wheat) - No stat bonus
Inventory: (Previously Stated)
Skills:
Natural Shooting -/+1 full bonus applied)
Unarmed Melee Combat -/+1 full bonus applied)
Weapon System Mechanics -/+2 full bonus applied)
Abilities: Peripheral Focus (More attention is payed toward the left and right of his peripheral vision)
Other: Bionic Eye (Augmented Help with shooting) +/-1 full bonus applied)
Status:
Healthy
Well-Rested 50/50 fatigue
Full , 10/10 Hunger
Sated, 10/10 Thirst
Approved.
Poll
2 (16.7%)
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