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[Tyrant Leviathan]

He was in the mk point two suit. Flexing and walking. Getsing used to it. Not bad, not bad at all. Have to know your equipment, helps in survival. Keeps it on minus head part. As it can be used as a space suit. Good es but ft the find where food is at.

[AoshimaMichio]

Name: John McBoy
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average in shape looking man,has glasses,one eye blue one cyan short brown hair,around 1.80m
Personal information:
Reason assigned to HMRC: Something bad happened in one lab,basically everyone exploded (besides the protagonist of this story aka me (aka this sheet that i am writing))
Stats
 Strength: 0
 Dexterity: 0
 Endurance: 0
 Charisma: 0
 Intelligence: 15
 Willpower: 5
 Intuition: 0
Skills
 Conventional Weapons: 0-1
 Unconventional Weapons: 5+1
 Exotic Weapons: 0
 Handiwork: 3
 Auxiliary Systems: 0
 Medical Tech: 0
 General Knowledge: 0
Profession: Pragmatist

Welcome aboard. Try not to kill your fellow inmates.

After purchasing MKII and stashing it in my locker, I go to the rec. room and get some food from the dispenser.

The food dispenser is positioned between line of VR machines and kitchen equipment. It has a bunch of unlabeled buttons for main course, side dish, drinks and dessert. You poke the buttons randomly. Your main dish is steaming bluish slab of something meat like coated with yellow grains. Side dish consists of pale yellow mush. Your drink is dark, lightly transparent, lukewarm liquid. You aren't sure if you like the smell. And for dessert you have something orangish, lumpy stuff that slowly spreads on its plate.

He was in the mk point two suit. Flexing and walking. Getsing used to it. Not bad, not bad at all. Have to know your equipment, helps in survival. Keeps it on minus head part. As it can be used as a space suit. Good es but ft the find where food is at.

Rec room seems like a good place to find food, and sure enough, the guy who bought the Mk II with you is there, thoughtfully staring a tray full of mystery food by a food dispenser. Truly, he must be your soulmate!

[Radio Controlled]

Welcome aboard. Try not to kill your fellow inmates.

Wait, I thought this was ER. Did I take a wrong turn somewhere?

[AoshimaMichio]

Welcome aboard. Try not to kill your fellow inmates.

Wait, I thought this was ER. Did I take a wrong turn somewhere?

Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking.

"Try not to get killed by your fellow inmates".

[spazyak]

Welcome aboard. Try not to kill your fellow inmates.

Wait, I thought this was ER. Did I take a wrong turn somewhere?

Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking.

"Try not to get killed by your fellow inmates".

((Did I hear that I was needed))

[PaPaj]

Goes to the computer and looks up "How to make a grenade out of common household items"

[Mathel]

Okey, can't be worse than the grunt gruel we had on the pirate ship.

Tries to eat it.

Dave, would it be safe for me to know what is this? Yes or no.

[Tyrant Leviathan]

Soulmate? To have a soulmate, means one has a soul. This is not the cas as he goes over to hit buttons. Is used to government crap and as he gets his slush takes a seat to eat. Does not bother with grace or anything. As he does not pray, not a man of faith.

[AoshimaMichio]

Goes to the computer and looks up "How to make a grenade out of common household items"

First search gives you about million hits, and first couple pages lists a whole bunch of materials and brands you are not familiar with.

Okey, can't be worse than the grunt gruel we had on the pirate ship.

Tries to eat it.

Dave, would it be safe for me to know what is this? Yes or no.

[End: 5] The meat thingy is fairly hot and greasy. You can almost feel your arteries clogging. You can't really taste the actual meat under all spices used to spike it up and that effect extends to the side dish too, although it seems to calm the fire in your mouth. The drink is bubbly, as if it's carbonated. Can't say you find its taste pleasant. And the dessert is... fruity. And crunchy. Not terribly bad.

> Yes. But don't expect me to tell.

Soulmate? To have a soulmate, means one has a soul. This is not the cas as he goes over to hit buttons. Is used to government crap and as he gets his slush takes a seat to eat. Does not bother with grace or anything. As he does not pray, not a man of faith.

Perhaps not a soulmate as much as a person who values survival in same manner as you do.

For food you get meaty soup, orange breadroll, cold grayish liquid and a muffin.

[PaPaj]

Look around the room to see if i can figure out what could i be able to make out of the parts in here

[Mathel]

Search ship for scrap metal and rags.

[Tyrant Leviathan]

Eats in peace while being a aware of surroundings, wondering which gun he can get his hands on in his first mission, or something melee related.

[AoshimaMichio]

Look around the room to see if i can figure out what could i be able to make out of the parts in here

Unfortunately the rec room doesn't have very much free chemical ingredients available to make explosives with. You could however make a poor spear by breaking tables and cutting their legs. And maybe if you set couches on fire you could make smoke. Kitchen corner got all tools you need to make food as long as you get ingredients from somewhere.

Yeah, that's about it.

Search ship for scrap metal and rags.

There's no scrap metal anywhere. You could make some by breaking lockers in hangar, but you doubt you can get away with that easily. Rags are equally missing, but then again you could steal clothes from the box in barracks, or bed sheets from there as well. Otherwise you have to ask stuff from someone.

Eats in peace while being a aware of surroundings, wondering which gun he can get his hands on in his first mission, or something melee related.

Monoatomix razors and kinamps are the only melee ones listed in armory. You probably have to make your own or steal one. Or perhaps you can find one from the mission site? That would be neat.

[PaPaj]

well shit whispers under his breath,goes to the couches and lays on one of them

[Mathel]

Oh, well, no use for rags without scrap metal.

Checks what knives are in the kitchen.