Shitloads of ONES this turn, even better!
(Seriously, I'm finding my dice again, random.org is so predictable)
By the weird forces of 'It', I magically paint the ship pink with a little cheery Pikachu face on it. With an eyepatch.
| You point it at the ship. You pull the trigger.
| 'It' blasts a searing hole straight through the ship. Looking through the hole, you can see a bunch of cables and pipes you probably shouldn't have hit.
| In answer to your worries the ship splutters and stops. A mechanical voice informs you that an 'emergency shut-down' has been enacted as a precaution against 'stupidity'
The ship smells of flowers. This means that on average your legs and the ship smell of nothing and everyone else smells of un-flowers.
I mutate my MINIONS with my lightsaber to attempt to make them more epic.
| Your MINIONS are resistant to mutation. I mean, they are already a pile of +finely minced magically blasted human+
Mutate: Yes. Mutation nature: 5. Your grotesque head becomes less grotesque.
You also smell of unflowers
I fly away
| It appears that if no one leaves the ship, the rest shall die... In a fit of bravery, you fly off. There will be other RTDs.
Woosh
(You smelt of unflowers but as you are not around the ship anymore you don't now)
I poke the ninja. Once. Carefully. Also, create a shield around the Morning Star.
| You -carefully- poke the ninja. He screams at you, spins round,
| and kicks you ina face. Little flames lick his boots as it accelerates to supersonic speeds.
| You try to dodge, but no, the boot hits you in the face, launching you backwards
| You skid over the deck and get up. Everything looks funny as the boot has crushed your face, giving you a permanently cross-eyed look.
| Amazingly it has acheived a few million years of evolution in doing so, giving you hawk-vision. Cool, but your face is still crushed.
You smell of unflowers.
I'd better practice killing innocent asteroids as we pass by with my golf magic.
| You pick up a golf ball, take your makeshift golf club, and prepare to tee off. First, you stand with your legs firmly planted on the deck. Then, you raise your arms towards... well, the... top of the gravitational field. This causes thunderclouds to billow in the... afore mentioned area, and a fierce wind to blow towards you. Your hair streaming, thunder and lightning crashing around you, and your arms raised in a menacing way, you intone an ancient language, summoning the gods of golfing to give you strength. Finally satisfied, you take your club, raise it, and swing at the golf ball.
| The club swings true, and the golf ball dissapears temporarily, reappearing half way between you and an innocent asteroid
*, a streak of light, which smashes into the asteroid, blasting it to pieces.
Lifting your club over your shoulder, you remove the cigarette from your mouth, stamp it beneath your heel, and speaketh, in a really cool way, "Four"
You take out another golf ball. You smell of tin and unflowers.
If there are any more injuries to treat I'll do that.
| Ooh, ooh, that patch of shadow just kicked digital, you can heal that. His face has been completely caved in, so you knock him out, and then pull on his nose.
| It comes off.
Oops.
Ok, you put the nose back.
| You can put it back, but without some form of fixer it keeps falling off.
| You consider using glue. You realise that glue would probably be deadly though, so you decide to make glue from something natural. Like blood. You mix some of digital's blood with various things
| acheiving a reasonable glue.
You stick digital's nose back on.
| Upside-down.
You smell of blood, snot, and unflower.
I upgrade the value editor to an adult that follows my orders... and only my orders. And does not do anything I do not order it to do, unless it can reasonably argue that I would want it to do it.
| The value editor refuses to be edited, and is skulking in the system file.
You smell of unflowers
Anyway, I remove the bandages that I do not need and (if this is not yet a turn) I start constructing a prison on the ship, to hold any hostages.
| You need all the bandages. Obviously.
Anyway, the ship. Let's put a prison on it. Which means a life support upgrade. Which means turning off the life support.
| Ok no that would be retarded.
You smell of unflowers.
The morning star, in a very handsome orange and white/grey colour scheme, has stalled near Darksun. Darksun is now visibily brighter than the other stars, but you are not near enough to do anything.
Statuses:
Space sloop. Orange and white/grey colour scheme. Max crew 8. Basic cargo hold for 200 units of goods. 20 units of spice. Three basic laser cannons: Port, starboard, and front. Armour plating (+1 to damage rolls) (One armour plate loose). 'Long nine' plasma blaster (long range, -1 to enemy damage rolls)(Reinforced). Deluxe computer terminal: Linked to all other equipment.
'Alternative computer use'- A beginner's guide to hacking: on hard drive.
'Shoruke's value editor: On hard drive (in system file)
Mechanical components.
Very strong chest (blasted open). Contents: Nothing
Has a scrap-metal mechanised training dummy. (+1 to lightsaber training. Still won't become an expert using this, but you will become pretty good).
Going to Darksun. Arrival in ERROR turns.
Inventory: 2 generator.
Skills: Value editor (and 3 bits). Novice (and 2 bits) defensive code user. Dabbling (and a bit) psychologist.
Damage: None
Notes: The status of computers is unclear. May or may not be concious. Upgraded (+1 to roles?). Human mind. Teenager attitude.
Inventory: Basic clothing, Round-lightsaber-shield with built in snack dispenser (cyan)(radioactive: roll to risk mutation (6 only), then roll to determine mutation nature) built in teleporter portal creator. Second orb (required for setting coordinates of destination for lightshield portal). Big thick book about wormhole use (read). 2 GOO MINIONS.
Skills: Dabbling(and 2 bits) computer user. Novice lightsabereer. Novice logic-user. Dabbling thrower. Mechanic (and 3 bits). Dabbling (and a bit) matter-creator. Scientist. Dabbling grappler. Novice (and 3 bits) portaller. Mage (and 2 bits). Dabbling (and a bit) party-thrower
Injury: No left arm. Which begs the question how you do stuff like read a book :/ Ah, whatever.
Notes: You know how to modify/repair lightsabers. Energised. Slightly grotesque head. Genius: +1 to intelligence based role, further +1 to sixes. Smells of unflowers
Inventory: Basic clothing, lightsaber (yellow), (own) nose (glued to face, upside down)
Skills: Dabbling lightsabereer. A tiny bit agile. Skilled (And a 6 bits) Mage. Dabbling (and a bit) sneaker. Flyer. Dabbling thief. Dabbling (and 2 bits) searcher. Novice (and a bit) Magdic.
Damage: Bad cut. Fairly painless hole in arm. Caved-in-face. No nose.
Spells: Antimatter shield? Antimatter blast. Antimatter bomb?
Notes: You cannot sense shininess. You know the general background of the system. Unconscious. Smells of unflowers
Inventory: Basic clothing, covered with bandages, lightsaber (orange). Broken lightsaber (green). Diagrams of the galleon. Plans for a ship which can be made from scrap metal.
Skills: Fairly strong, lightsabereer (and a 3 bits), fairly agile indeed. Dabbling kidnapper. Competent (and 2 bits) Mechanic. Novice searcher. Novice map-maker. Dabbling (and 2 bits) diagram-maker. Dabbling gunner. Dabbling grappler. Fairly black-hearted.
Damage: None
Notes: You know how to repair the galleon. Mummified. Smells of unflowers
Inventory: Basic clothing. Lightsaber (white). Trading for dummies infamous pirates. Antimatter shield? Improvised golf club (Summons thunder+high winds). Expensive black blindfold. Golf balls.
Skills:Novice (and a bit) Gunner. Novice grappler. Dabbling looter. A bit tough. Novice (and a bit) merchant. Order-giver. Dabbling (and a bit) computer user. Novice (and a 2 bits) rouser. Navigator (and a bit). Novice lightsabereer. Golfer (and a 2 bits). Dabbling swashbuckler. Golf-Mage (and three bits).
Spells: Terminal velocity golf-balls. Great golfing weather.
Notes: Infamous (On smuggles). Captain of the Morning Star. Smells of unflowers
Inventory: Traumatising clothing. Traumatising sign. Encyclopaedia Cyclopia. One Lightsaber (blue). 'It'. Leg-implants (0/1 done).
Skills: Novice (and 3 bits) searcher. Dabbling investigator. Dabbling lightsabereer. Mechanic (and 4 bits). Novice (and a 3 bits) scientist. Novice (and a bit) 'It' user. Dabbling (and a bit) sneaker. Novice medic.
Unconscious skills: Skilled (and a bit) Scientist. Skilled magic user. Skilled (and a bit) Mechanic.
Damage: None
Notes: Knows how to build 'it', a mysterious super weapon. Knows how to make super legs. Only legs do not smell of unflowers.
Inventory: Basic clothing. 200 credits. Plasma blaster. Metal bar. Blue lightsaber.
hat.
pistol (ammo=plenty).
uniformSkills: Sneaker (and a bit). Novice merchant. Medic. Dabbling lockpicker. Gunner. Novice (and 3 bits) searcher. A bit agile. Dabbling (and 2 bits) metal bar wielder. Novice (and 2 bits) plasma blaster wielder. Novice comedian. Swashbuckler:
Skilled swashbuckler (and a bit). Novice (and 2 bits) lightsabereer. Not navigator:
Novice navigator (and 2 bits). Dabbling Mechanic. Dabbling alchemist.
Damage: None
Notes: Smells of blood, snot, and unflowers
Inventory: Basic clothing. Lightsaber (yellow). Computer components, robot components. Head firewall.
Skills: Skilled Computer user, novice gunner, dabbling (and 2 bits) investigator. Skilled Hacker. Dabbling (and a bit) lightsabereer.
Damage: Scratches (lots). Beaten up. Burnt.
Notes: Knows how the laser cannons work. A bit. Knows how the computer terminal was installed. A bit. Knows how the computer terminal works. h4x0r of the Morning Star. Computer mind. Smells of unflowers. Competent+6bits=Skilled stupid skill system.
Please point out any mistakes.
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