Turn 004: The Sleep
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I do apologize for the delay.
@Leodanny, Welcome to the Syndicate. You are in.
Subject 075Tentacles-- Or rather,
Psuedopods, do not burst out from your skin in a horrific fashion. Instead, the nice tentacle thing decides to let you borrow its tentacles when you need them, from any body part you have, at any time. It’s pretty neat.
[4]
As you promptly stop, drop and roll, you get most of the hot potato mush off your jumpsuit and onto the floor, but the few bits that are still on you feel hot! You feel lucky, as it could've ended in some second or even third-degree scalding had you not acted quick enough.
Name Subject #6102075
Gender: Male
Description: Caucasian male, green eyes. Wearing an orange jumpsuit. Confused about how knifes can cut people.
Bio: Subject #6102075 was a death-row prisoner used by a secret organization for experimentation of anomalies. they don't remember anything of his past life and most the experiments, and their last memories were of a containment breach in the laboratories, anomalies wrecking the place left and right, and them falling through a dimensional tear in the ground while trying to escape from the chaos.
Mutations:
Psuedopods!
Items:
Orange prisoner jumpsuit[SMUDGED HOT POTATO](worn)
Glass Shiv(IT IS WRONG)
Bottle of Highest Booze
Potato HunterAlas, you have been reborn! Crawling, digging your way out of the innards of gods abandonment in man incarnate, yee take your time crawling. The crawling is infinite, but forever doesn't always last. Sometimes the forever crawl was briefly interrupted, as light escaped from the crawling potatoes and you see something in the distance, and this is what you live to crawl for.
Then, you made it, and are free from your prison, and you pop into existence, falling three feet and landing on your poor, abused shins in some kind of weird reactor room. It’s pretty spooky.
Known as: Potato Hunter.
Gender: Unknown
Description: somebody in a big trench coat, wrapped in a scarf, with heavy BOOTS
Bio: the Potato Hunter’s life was fine. The family farmed potatoes(in Ireland) and were peaceful. Until that GODDAMN POTATO! it flew in and killed everyone. Every last one. Except for potato hunter. Now revenge is nigh.
Mutations: Dreams.
Inventory:
Hephaestus Arms Automatic Combat Shotgun [8](Slug, Equipped)
30 shotgun shells(Slug)
CD Player (Powerless)
Audio-Visual Torture CD(Barney the Dinosaur)
Toothbrush(used)
1 can of Pinto beans
[spoiler]
Gary[4]
You gracefully grab their(her? You can’t quite tell.) hand, and lead Subject 75 away from the reactor room, crawling over the consoles and into the control room, and into the corridor of the facility, heading down to the right, thinking about caressing their hair and maybe how soppy this entire situation is.
You see at the end of the corridor a man.
A MAN wants to pick a fight! He’s
pissed. He’s both Green, Blue and Red! It’s pretty spooky.
FandrelSweet
Baby Jesus, That fire is screaming. Let's get outta here.
You follow the two punk-ass bitches out of the control room and down the corridor, and see
A MANHe looks like a loser. You could probably kill him for fun with your
Armor Piercing Discarding Sabot filled Beretta M9. Oorah!
[spoiler=Fandrel]
Name:Fandrel
Gender: Male.
Description: Tall and skinny, with pale skin, Dark brown hair, and hazel eyes. Wears a black business suit, with a conspicuous gun holster.
Background: Born into a middle-class family in 21st century America, after going to college and Majoring in Pre-Law, he joined the Army reserve in order to afford law school. He got "Picked up" in the middle of law school.
Mutations: None
Items:
Black business suit (torn sleeve)(worn)
Wallet
-three ten dollar bills,
-seven five dollar bills
-two one dollar bills
-assorted coins
Gun holster
-Beretta M9 (Loaded 15 APDS)
-Magazine(15 rounds APDS)
Pencil
Pen
Micro-Transceiver (Worn)
HaroldYou think to yourself quietly.
On one hand, you see yourself doing some absolutely heinous electricity related shenanigans, and on the other, you see boring stuff. You don’t like boring stuff, it’s why you became a cop; You don’t actually arrest people, It’s just too fun to shoot them. As you tap to confirm your application in this hallucination in front of you (Of a Speedometers screen, naturally.) you are instantly knocked to the ground, and an absolute Holocaust of pain flashes through your mind for a single second before you come to grips with the singular fact that you have been gifted with a
power 9 electrical generation ability. God help us all.
[6]
Try as you might stand, the seizure you just had means you have to crawl a little bit and make into the nice wooden room, and in front of you, you see something simply marvelous.
It’s a bunch of pistons, with wooden furnishings and brass piping, going up and down, next to a hole in the wall. A mutilated corpse is in the middle of the room, and every so often, a piston descends from the ceiling and tenderizes the [size=73]fresh juicy yummy[/size] corpse. You smell the distinct smell of meat pulp, gun oil and a low ringing occur.
One of these things disturb you, your not sure what.The corpse gurglesName: Harold
Gender: Male
Description: He looks like a stereotypical cop, you know has a mustache and is fat. He is absolutely crackling with electricity
Bio: He's typical big-city cop, and when he's not on duty he doesn't do anything like being a cop is the only interesting thing he does.
Mutations:
Power 9 Electrical Generation
Items:
Police uniform
Beretta M9
2 spare Mags
Nightstick
Handcuffs
Police radio
larry??The universe stops with the equivalent of a combustion motor going
thunk. It stops for a single moment, and then it chugs on, slightly worse off than before, as entropy increases. It always increases.
For a split second, you see only the needlepoint forward, as you begin to experience a permanent
Tunnel Vision before you experience the
true sight of blindness. The universal combustion motor going thunk is at the processing of how exactly you have both the
tunnel vision mutation while being
blind. Terrible, terrible contemplation occurs.
Your hearing
sharpens.
[6]
You stumble into a wall and nearly fall over, ouch. You almost spilled your milk too.
You hear the colors of
A MAN nearby.
Name: Larry Swift.
Gender: Male.
Description: A tall and skinny man with a sharp nose and blue eyes and blond hair
Bio: Larry was a professional scam artist, always moving from town to town, escaping angry mobs.
Mutations: (Blindness, Tunnel Vision)
Items: Lex tape!, the super strong tape! (not super strong),
"Safe" swiss knife for children,
Worn out business suit
Fake IDs!
1 gallon of "zero" fat milk (almost spilled)
[Corridor]
A MAN flails about! He doesnt appreciate existing!
[Piston Room]
The Pistons churn.
The Corpse gurgles and gets crushed by a Piston, again.
[Reactor Room]
[10]
The lights flicker across the entire facility, and everyone feels a sense of
imminent doom!!!The Sphere belches out some type of
black gas, which quickly fades away.
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