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[malkomk]

McClay-R tries to add the display screen and the tongueprint scanner to his gun. It doesn't really seem to have any attachments, but he finds a plug that matches one on the display screen. He plugs it in...

...and nothing happens. Shoving it in as hard as he can doesn't seem to help. He decides to leave it plugged in anyway.

Cript-R recites some bit of dramatic prose, seemingly scavenged from ages ago from the Old Reckoning. Luckily it's so ancient no one knows it. He must just have made it up spontaneously. He then grabs his gun and heads out into the hall, where he bumps into Skrank-B, carrying the device and a map. Uh-oh. Did you people really think he wouldn't notice your mischief? Or that he wouldn't be back? I did think you were a bit more of the think-10-minutes-ahead sort, but I guess I was wrong. Skrank sees the wreckage of the bot. "What is this? Why are there bot parts all over the floor? And what," he continues, seeing the charred remains of the laser rifle, "have you done to my gun?!"

I think you people are in a bit of trouble.

Nirur-R accepts Fniff-R's weapon. Why did Fniff give it to him? Didn't he already have a gun of his own? Ah well... He goes to leave, but is prevented by Skrank-B training his blaster on Nirur-R. "You, stay in here until I've got this straightened out!"

[Criptfeind]

"Why Sir Skrank-B, GG-R blew up your gun for reasons unknown. The bot was a trader commie who was sadly turned from friend computer. We were forced to put it out of it's misery of not knowing the love of friend computer."

[Nirur Torir]

"I'm sorry, please don't shoot!

I didn't see anything useful here, and wanted to stay here and play Happy Spheres until you returned, but Cript-R brought that guardbot here. It tried to kill us before we could help you to restore power. I was just on my way to come find you."

[malkomk]

((NO, this is NOT dead! Not posting your actions in this thread is TREASON!!))

Cript-R informs Skrank-B that GG-R blew up the BLUE rifle for "reasons unknown". He also informs the supervisor about the bot.

Nirur-R yells about how he's sorry! Don't shoot! He didn't find anything useful here, and wanted to stay, and play Happy Spheres, but then the guardbot came...

GG-R cowers in place.

Skrank-B focuses his glare on GG-R. "You! How and why did you "blow up" my laser rifle? Do you not know that the only way within your means to accomplish such a feat is to attempt to operate it?"

Behind Skrank-B, those facing him catch a glance of a docbot, wheeling around the corner towards him. It seems to have a injection attachment out, ready to use.

[Criptfeind]

"Watch out Skrank-B! A Commi Docbot is attacking you!"

Cript-R heroically leaps forward to knock Skrank-B out of the way of the Commi bot!

[malkomk]

Not posting your actions is grounds for termination! Where have you been, Mcclay, GG, and Fniff?!

[Nirur Torir]

"An attack? .. No!"

Nirur-R runs in front of the docbot, taking the injection meant for the supervisor.

[malkomk]

Cript-R jumps at the supervisor, trying to knock him away from the docbot. As he flies through the air, the supervisor of course notices and swings his laser-pistol up. "What--"

Skrank-B is knocked over!

The docbot zooms towards Skrank-B... only to be confronted by a angry, blaster wielding Nirur-R. "Warning. Pathfinding malfunction. Recalculating, please wait..." It seems to be inert.

((GG-R and Fniff-R have been sent PMs.))

[Criptfeind]

((Many people have more then 24 hours dead spots where they can not get online, even more so on the weekend.))

"Skrank-B! Watch out! A assassin commie trader bot was trying to attack you!"

Cript-R pulls out his gun and starts shooting at the bot.

[malkomk]

Bumpity bump bump bump!
Seriously though... GG and Fniff sadly seem to feel like they can't participate anymore. May I say a sincere farewell towards them. I may have taken a hostile start at them, but... I do need people actively posting. So...

- GG-R and Fniff-R are up for grabs. Read the RULES first.
- Anyone who wants to join in and control Joris-R is welcome.
- Anyone else who wants to get in should PM me and I can put them on a waiting list, so they can so up at the soonest possible opportunity.

[Nirur Torir]

Nirur-R backs up so that Cript-R has a clear line of fire, but stays between the bot and Skrank-B.

[malkomk]

Cript-R scrambles to his feet, grabs out his pistol, and fires at the bot, just missing Nirur-R, who backed away just in time. Several shots hit the bot, one of them striking its syringe, which shatters.

"Internal mechanical error. Program abort."

Nirur-R backs up some more, keeping between the bot and Skrank-B.

The supervisor looks confused. He draws his blaster, pointing it at the bot. "WHAT is going on here!"

[Criptfeind]

"Sir! I think the bots have all gone crazy! Maybe it was the commies friend computer warned us about?"

[malkomk]

Buuummmp. I really don't want this to die...

[Geen]

Sorry I've been gone. My computer got the blue screen of death  . I'd like to rejoin sometime, but I'll take a break for now. Anyways, one last thing: DAMN YOU WINDOWS VISTA! STOP DETECTING YOUR OWN SECURITY PROGRAM AS ADWARE!