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[GlyphGryph]

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Spoiler: Breakdown (click to show/hide)

Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin runs into the outpost, frantic, blinking back tears. His eyes are wide, he's dirty and a bit bloody, and he's clearly not in a good state of mind. He doesn't even look around the outpost - he runs right for his pillow bed, diving into it.
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin digs his way under the pillows - a few moments later you can here the gentle whoomph as he fires his rifle in, adding the number of pillows and causing it to grow a little bit higher.
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin, in the darkness under the pillow pile, clings motionless to his chainsaw and hopes and hopes and hopes it can't find him here.
Male Kittymorph Xela walks in and looks around
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin huddles under his pillows, peeking out to see Xela. He considers leaving his shelter, but the risk is just to much.
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin lets the pillow drop and retreats a bit deeper into the pile.
Male Kittymorph Xela walks over to the pile of pillows
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin shivers in fear as he hears footsteps approaching.
Male Kittymorph Xela waves "Glyph?"
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin tentatively lifts up a pillow to see Xela standing just at the edge of the pile. "Oh, Hi." he whispers.
Male Kittymorph Xela says "what happened to you?"
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin's eyes dart back and forth, from the outpost entrance to the buildings nearby, and his hair is standing on end. His eyes are still a bit damp, too.
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin whispers. "Its coming for me."
Male Kittymorph Xela says "what is?"
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin whispers. "I saw it. It was just standing there. In the Jungle, waiting for me. Letting me know I couldn't get away..."
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin barely chokes out the next bit. "The Drive."
Male Kittymorph Xela says "it's ok you can fight it off if you go to Eboys and buy Zaps"
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin continues whispering. "But Xel said if I fight it I'll be gone. I don't want to be gone."
Male Kittymorph Xela says "you will remember things I'll help you"
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin shakes his head. "I don't want to change. I don't want to forget everything. I've liked it here. I've actually been happy." He looks at Xela pleadingly. "But if I've changed, how will you know its me? How do I know you didn't... didn't..."
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin chokes up and the tears work their way down his cheeks, clinging to his whiskers. He hesitates, and then finally just says it. "How do I know you didn't say that last time."
Male Kittymorph Xela says "cause I didn't know you before the last time" sits down by Glyph "you won't forget everything trust me"
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin frowns and pulls back. "But there was a last time, was there!? How do you know that! Was there? No. There couldn't be. I remember... I remember being a kitten. I remember growing up. You..." he chokes up for a moment. "Why didn't you say..."
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin has forgotten to whisper now. "Why didn't you say there wasn't a last time?"
Male Kittymorph Xela says "because I thought you knew...I gotta go check on something..."
Male Kittymorph Xela pads near silently over and stands behind Clayton
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin puts the pillow down. "Okay, you do that, I'm gonna stay right here hiding and hope he doesn't find me. Come visit whenever you want, I guess, until he gets me."

---A Short While Later---
Male Kittymorph Glyph McGriffin's pile of pillows collapses in on itself a bit.

Spoiler: A Strange Place (click to show/hide)

Glyph blinked, looking down at the spent teleporter clutched in his hands. His eyes went wide as a cold breeze blew across his body, tickling his still-wet-with-tears nose. In a flash, he was on his feet, the device thrown, scrabbling wildly for his chainsaw, or even his gun. Nothing. He had... nothing. Around him, the walls of the structure arched over head, dimly lit from cracks in the roof where roots and branches had pushed their way through over the years. The air smelled of mildew and rot, and the floor was littered with rubble. A flickering sign against the far wall, still lit somehow despite years of negelected, spelled out a simple message.

EXIT

Glyph scrambled for the sign, cutting himself several time on the rubble as he moved far more quickly than was safe. As he climbed, he sang a song to himself under his breath, a song his mother had sang to him when he was just a kitten, one of the few clear memories he had. It calmed him, gave him focus. He didn't know what had happened - had no idea how a teleporter had come to be in his pillow pile. He didn't care. He just needed to get out.

"Don't worry my darling, if you've scraped your knee, soon it will mend, you'll be back up again..."

A shadow shifter against one of the walls of the room, creaking, as the room filled with the slow grinding of gears and the fizzling hum of improbability.

"Nononono My little darling, never give up on your dreams, tomorrow is nearing, there's no need for fearing..."

He was there, at the exit, the mass of robotics and madness pulling itself together behind him, as if it wasn't quite in the room before he arrived, and was only now turning its attention to being so. He was at the exit, and he was ready to cry. The heavy doors were locked, the EXIT sign above them still flashing out its taunting message.

"Ohno, please no But its still a ways, for a while yet stay, and relax here in bed, ohpleaseopenpleaseopen quiet the thoughts in your head..." He clawed at the metal door, panicking, singing under his breath through sobs now. "Mother is here now *sob*, no need to fear now, you're safe and sound while you're here in my arms..." His claws cracked as he scratched on the metail, glancing over his shoulder as the device loomed over him, not even noticing the bloody streaks beginning to mingle with the mud and grime that already coated the ancient metal. And then, with the snap of the air, something flew out, hitting him on the side, taking his breath away and sending him sliding across the floor. Holding his aching side, he closed his eyes. He couldn't fight it, if he did, he'd die. He couldn't. He couldn't.

"And soon *gasp* enough my darling, *cough* you know in the morning, you'll be ready", he reached for breath, "again to go out and play..."

Another blow sent him sliding, and felt the blood from his mangled leg working its way through his fur. He opened his eyes. If he fought back, it would probably kill him. If he didn't, it would definitely kill him. He worked his way to his feet, unsteady, his right leg promising to give out from the injury. Another lash of some metal whip came at him... but he was already moving. Forward and over it, and then with a rush, he used up the entire supply of every chemical vial he had once. He was suddenly on the Drive, striking with his fists and claws, rending the metal though he was doing nearly as much damage to his own quickly deteriorating body. Glyph eventually ripped off a piece of metal, and began to beat the thing with a piece of its own body, slashing and hammering in turn with the jagged plate, crying as he did so, no more more room for breath, no more singing, simply focus. He needed to kill the Drive, and then escape before it could do whatever foul thing it did to those who fought it. Maybe, if he killed it fast enough, it wouldn't have time to change him. Maybe.

The fight was over quickly. Surprisingly quickly. Battered, beaten, bloody and unstable, Glyph, dragged himself to the door, leaving the wreckage behind.

It was still locked. Wrapping his arms around his legs, he tried to think of what to do. It wasn't over. There... there had to be another way out. Maybe... maybe he could force himself through one of those cracks in the ceiling? Maybe he could- His thoughts were interrupted with a snap from the wreckage. And then a grown. A small light started blinking, and a metallic tendril, disconnected from the drive, started twitching at his feet.

"No." He just stopped, staring.

"No! I killed you! It's too late!" He yelled, pushing himself to his feet. He had to escape. He worked his way towards the nearest crack... he could climb the roots. He could... maybe squeeze out of it. It would be close. He had to try.

"No, you can't do this!" he yelled, and then his strength gave out as he collapsed to the ground. The roots seemed... so far away, suddnely. And then further. And then he realized it was because there was a metal tendril around his ankle - the machine was dragging him back towards itself. "No... No..." Glyph sputtered, unable to work up the energy to scream the words. As he slid across the floor, his hands reached out, trying to grab anything that would give him purchase, a moment to think... they latched on to a piece of rubble, collapsed from the ceiling, but the chunk of concrete merely broke off in his hands. And then he was suspended in the air, looking down at the Drive as its bits slowly wove themselves back together. And yet... there, in the center. Still unprotected, Glyph saw something unexpected. A pulsating device, throbbing to some unknown beat, the heart of the Drive. With a heave, he sent the chunk still clutched in his hands flying towards the device.

His aim was true. He dropped to the ground, for a moment thinking he was safe... and then the shockwave hit him, and the forces of reality tearing asunder pulled him apart, ripping up his insides so that he couldn't even scream. All he could do was think of the song. Try to hold on. He couldn't lose it, he couldn't...

"So sleep now my child, give rest to the wild, sleep now and dream till once more comes the day..."

Spoiler: A Strange Man (click to show/hide)

Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin groans and stetches. His shoulder shifts with a sickening *splorp*, so he reaches over and pops it back in with one of his impressive looking metal servo arms.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin looks around. "So, the Island, heh?" He shakes his head a bit. "Not quite sure how I got here, heh, but I guess they must've dropped me off at last. Time to do my job, heh."

[Magentawolf]

Fair warning - The Skull Mounted Laser seems like the ultimate trap. You have one 'daily' battery (which started out at 22kW , not sure if this increases or not), and a 'Lifetime' battery at 500 kW. Any charge used above your 'daily' allotment comes out of the other battery.

You can set the laser at just about any intensity when outside of a battle (inside, it takes a round for each 1kW change), and in theory, it'll do differing amounts of damage to the monster at a cost of X kW per round. Yes, per round, not per fight.

Damage on the order of 1-2, that is. I'm not sure how it scales with the intensity... but.. blargh, I want my servo-arms back.

[GlyphGryph]

Ouch, that doesn't sound like how it used to work at all. Used to be like built in improbability grenades - chance of doing a bunch of damage, but also of backfiring and knocking you out.

Update!

Spoiler: Glyph Zed arrives in NewHome, struggling to find his place... (click to show/hide)

Berserker Isaac nods. "What happened to cause it?" He feels kinda bad asking about it.
Berserker Isaac says "I'm Isaac."
Male Kittymorph Calzamar shrugs. The Drive did it. I'm Calzamar..."
Berserker Isaac nods. "Nice to meet you Calzamar."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin stumbles into town, having gotten bored of shambling aroound the Pit alone. His servo armos pick idly at the loose skin on his skull as he looks around. Pittsburgh was a bust, clan hall was a bust... Surely someone here would want to talk to him.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin tries as hard as possible to look harmless and approachable. He even manages to suppress and untowards moaning.
Male Kittymorph Calzamar nods. "Nice to m-meet you too, Isaac..."
Berserker Isaac nods as well.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin deciding he needs to make the first move, schlumps over through the mud and rain to Calzamar and Isaac. "Howdy there pals, heh, nice to meet you! I'm a bit new in these parts, and was just looking fer some fellas to chat with."
Berserker Isaac looks over at the zombie, surprised he had snuck up on him. "Oh, hello."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin manages to suppress his constant fiddling with the hanging bits and tries not to breath on them. He's trying to make a good impression after all. His servo arms whir a bit as they shake off the rain once he gets under shelter.
Male Kittymorph Calzamar sniffs. "H-hello... you smell... d-dead."
Berserker Isaac says "I'm Isaac."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin holds out a rotting hand and gives an exceptionally toothy grin. "Pleasure to meet ya, Isaac. Names Glyph. And to answer the Kitty boy, I'm not quite dead, but I'm a bit closer than most you'll run into, heh."
Female Slime Color coded Casi Red walks in followed closely by Blue and White
Male Kittymorph Calzamar shrugs. "I'm Calzamar... and I've met d-deader, actually..."
Berserker Isaac grins. "I am become Death, Destroyer of Worlds."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow. "Are you now?" He leans in conspiratorially to Calzamar. "Boy, I think this one might be a bit off his rocker." He chuckles a bit to himself.
Male Kittymorph Calzamar smiles faintly. "Quite p-p... possibly..."
Berserker Isaac nods.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja pops up in her new outfit. And sees Isaac. "...aw, hell."
Berserker Isaac tilts his head and spins, facing Heather. "Hello. I can explain."
Berserker Isaac pulls aside his shirt to reveal Wallamina's handiwork, the WS cut into the skin above his heart with a laser.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja blinks. "For once, I look normal, and YOU become the assassin?" She facepalms. "I hate irony..."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin cocks his head with interest. Now what was this about?
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja looks at the WS. "Whatsit stand for?"
Berserker Isaac breathes heavily. "I'm going to fucking kill Wally."
Berserker Isaac says "Wallamina Slander."
Berserker Isaac says "That fucking bitch attacked Ihp and I, and carved that in my chest after walling me."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja blinks again. "Walla-wha?"
Male Human The Narrator steps in. "Wallamina Slander - the Wicked Bitch of the West Coast."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja looks at him. And then it registers. "So...that pompous hag...BURNED that into your chest?"
Berserker Isaac nods. "She is going to die a very violent death."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja cracks her knuckles. "I will knock her ass into the STONE AGE."
Male Human The Narrator grins. "I want to see that, now." He shrugs. "What? I'm MOSTLY neutral in this conflict."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin raises a hand. "So who's this Slander character? I want to get in on this here 5 minute hate."
Berserker Isaac says "A bitch that called my girlfriend here a furry whore."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja is fuming. "She's the most stuck-up fashion-slut you'll meet. And I totally WASN'T wearing a corset!!" Grrr...
Male Human The Narrator shrugs again. "Not so much evil as she is a plain bitch. With a royal happy-stick up her ass."
Male Kittymorph Calzamar nibbles on a cookie, listening.
Berserker Isaac wishes the stick was sharp and pointy. Impalement is such a horrible way to die.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin nods his head in agreement. "Sounds like a right bitch, heh. So when you going to kill her? Sounds past due."
Berserker Isaac glances at him. "Eventually."
Male Human The Narrator blinks. "She doesn't die. She just overthrows the power of her cohorts, starts running the show, and after a final confrontation, dies in a completely ironic fashion."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja looks at him. "One. You're a cohort. Two - how long have you planned this out?"
Male Human The Narrator chuckles. "Nope. I'm the mastermind - the big bad, if you will, who ends up escaping at the end to create a new LOUS. Because this is the funniest shit I've ever seen. And I'm just making this up as I go."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin elbows The Narrator. "Whats a Cohort things, heh?"
Male Human The Narrator shrugs. "You know - partners in crime. But I still have my standards, regardless if I'm evil." Something occurs to him. "Oh, Heather...how did you distract everyone without your power?"
Berserker Isaac says "I think Bob's actually gay."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja shrugs. "Yeah, I just figured everyone would look for old-time's sake."
Male Human The Narrator shudders. "Why does the ROACH have to be gay for me? Why can't the hot chick be chasing me? Ffft."
Berserker Isaac says "He's probably in love with your awesome voice."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja nods. "I'll give you that - it IS awesome."
Berserker Isaac says "And totally sexy."
Male Human The Narrator sighs. "Ah, my voice...both a blessing, and a curse." He plays the world's smallest violin for a moment before tossing it over his shoulder. "Bah. I need to get laid."
Berserker Isaac instictively pulls Heather to hiim.
Male Human The Narrator ffts. "I have standards. Evil, sure, but I won't steal another guy's girl. Takes the challenge out of things. You are very attractive, though - and is that skirt SUPPOSED to be that short?"
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja blinks. "Um...I thought it would be funny if I was the distraction once in a while."
Berserker Isaac has been trying to avoid noticing how short the skirt is.
Male Human The Narrator chuckles. "You two are cute together." He hmms, stroking his clean-shaven chin. "Maybe I could unconvert a lesbian or something...now THAT'S a good challenge."
Berserker Isaac has been trying to avoid noticing how short the skirt is.
Male Human The Narrator chuckles. "You two are cute together." He hmms, stroking his clean-shaven chin. "Maybe I could unconvert a lesbian or something...now THAT'S a good challenge."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin wonders if more people would notice him if he wore a short skirt. Though he'll admit he's sort of been in and out on the topic of following the conversation...
Berserker Isaac is obviously having problems with not thinking about th short skirt now.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja hmms. "Maybe you could try Slander. She doesn't seem like she gets men. Not with the biting."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin decides he's going to give it a try. What does he have to lose. He shambles away from the others and into Sheila's.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja is totally wearing fishnets, too. (http://i54.tinypic.com/307otqd.png)
Male Human The Narrator shudders. "She'd probably cut off the jewels and actually USE them as jewels. Trendsetting, right?"
Berserker Isaac shudders as he imagines that. Oop, problem solved.
Berserker Isaac| very much solved. Eeewwww.....
Male Human The Narrator hmms. "Oh, and please kick Ihp the next time he calls me a LOVE-bird. I don't appreciate the crappy pun." He walks away.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin comes back out wearing a skirt that just barely shows off the bottom of his bum. He adjusts it a bit with one of his server arms. Muy sexy, the ladies will be all over him. At least, that's he thinks this works...
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja huhs. And looks back at Isaac. "So...what's with the outfit?"
Female Slime Color coded Casis shake their heads, must have been a longer day than they realized.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja stops. And stares at the zombie. In a skirt. "I think I'm paralyzed...you got any brain bleach?"
Berserker Isaac looks at Heather. Oop. Problem again. "I've been in a pretty strange mood recently, so I put this on for the hell of it.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin notices one his cheeks hanging down and flapping a bit. He reaches down and holds it on with a servo arm. Oops, forgot bout that! He'd been meaning to get that sewed up..
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin notices the girls can't take their eyes off him already! He winks.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja becomes very sick. "Uuugh...."
Berserker Isaac grabs Heather and kisses her passionately.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja is kissed passionately. And forgets herself in the moment.
Female Slime Color coded Casis blink as they look around, a couple kissing, normal. A zombie in a mini skirt that is new, even to them.
Male Kittymorph Rukatin enters floating a couple inches off the ground
Berserker Isaac pulls away and pulls Heather out of the outpost before she needs brain bleach again.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin clearly assumes his skirt has driven them both wild with desire, but he's obviously made himself to unapproachable and unachievable, so they have to express their mad desires on one another. Ah well, he can live with that.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja is in a daze.
Female Slime Color coded Casi Red facepalms, White averts her eyes, focusing on the floating kittymorph, Blue bursts out laughing.
Male Kittymorph Rukatin is not a full kittymorph. just ears and tail. he also appears to be lost in thought
Berserker Isaac guides Heather back into the outpost and leads her to a bench. "You okay?"
Female Slime Color coded Casi White just needs to look at something other than the Zombie.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin decides to try out his new powers of seduction, so he shambles on over to the slime. It looks female at least. Still holding his ass, he gives it a little shake and says "Hey there, hot stuff."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja blinks. She's rather flushed. "Just fine..."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin doesn't really care which particular slime...
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja falls over. MRR!! Gravity just smacked down!
Male Kittymorph Rukatin breaks his trance as he is floating is casi's gerneral area. he stares at the zombie. what!?
Berserker Isaac arches an eyebrow at Heather. "You sure?"
Female Slime Color coded Casi Red says, through her palm, "Can I be brutally honest with you? We are married..." "And Despite what you may be thinking , your current outfit may scare small children, and scar adults for life."
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja gets up. "Yeah. Much better." She thinks. "Wanna go to the beach?"
Berserker Isaac smiles at Heather and runs his fingers through her hair/fur. "Sure."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin shrugs and raises a finger to point. "What about the blue one?"
Berserker Isaac offers Heather his arm.
Female Slime Color coded Casi Blue is laughing too hard.
Female Daemonic HamattamorphDistractigirl! Hamster Ninja takes his arm, heading one click southwest.
Berserker Isaac walks with her.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin considers the harsh words. Could he really, truly be capable of scaring children and scarring adults? With naught but unbridled sexuality? He hadn't really considered the consequences.
Female Slime Color coded Casi Blue finally says "We do not mean any disrespect, but we haven't seen something like this in all our time on the isle."
Male Kittymorph Rukatin looks to casi and back at glyph. he shakes his head
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin grins. "No disrespect taken! Heh. I'm a pretty unique sight." He puffs his chest out a bit. "You seem pretty impressively unique as well, no disrespect intended!"
Female Slime Color coded Casi White says, still looking away "Yes we are aware of what we look like. Our current form was caused by the Drive's Shenanagins."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin's servo arm slips, and one of his cheeks drops with a rip and plops to the ground. He grins a bit sheepishly to pick it up, and holds it awkwardly. "Err, sorry about that, been meaning to get that reattached."
Female Slime Color coded Casis hm, "Er alright..."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow. "Drive Shenanigans, eh? Haven't had the opportunity to mess with that thing yet, but I think he did a right good job on you, heh." He gives a decided nod of his head.
Female Slime Color coded Casis say "It has done worse to us, sadly."
Male Kittymorph Rukatin shakes his head. he then realizes hes floating, and drops to the ground.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow. "Well I can imagine it could have done much better, considering how gorgeous the three of you are now! No, I don't... erm, which of you are talking right now, exactly?" He's clearly gotten a bit confused suddenly.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin asks "Is it one of the married ones, or the single one?"
Female Slime Color coded Casis say "We all are. We are all the same person, we are all married."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin cocks his head a bit. "You're all the same person, and you're all married to each other? Heh. Ah well, then, sorry to make any untoward advances, then! Still, Pleased to meet ya, heh, I'm Glyph."
Male Kittymorph Rukatin facepalms
Female Slime Color coded Casis say "We are Casi, and we are not married to ourselves, we are married to our Husband, Sergei."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin raises both eyebrows this time, though it doesn't have quite the effect on his face one could desire. "Ah, heh, nice to meet you Casis! Casi. Heh, lucky man this Sergei."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin realizes he's still holding his bum. Boy does he feel embarrased! He may be hot stuff, but he doesn't want to tempt nobody away from their true loves or none of that. "Well, err, I'd best be off, heh. To, you know, get this fixed and all."
Female Slime Color coded Casis say "Yes, the three of us have confused many."
Male Kittymorph Rukatin continues on his way
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin gives a nod. "Sorry for botherin' ya, hope I haven't caused much trouble." With that, he gives a bit of a curtsy (It seems somehow appropriate) and turns back to the shops.
Male Human Artyom walks over to Casi and says " I don't see how it could be all that confusing"
Male Human Artyom says "and also hello Casi, how are you three doing today?"
Female Slime Color coded Casis say, to Artyom "We are fine, for now." then wauve to Glyph.

[Magentawolf]

Yess.. I caught part of that. Poor zombie, being shot down by those goo girls.

[GlyphGryph]

This is why I like the memory wipe/transplant aspect. It lets me play someone essentially new with every race. ^_^

Still 'me' in a way, and if asked about their histories there will be some definite overlap, but at the same time distinctly different, depending on which "true" memories ended up having the most influence in the artificial ones.

Spoiler: Clan Introduction. Occurred BEFORE last update (click to show/hide)

Nearby Male Zombie [22h18m] <Bay>Returning Contestant Glyph McGriffin wanders into the clan hall, taking the butt of an unlit cig from his mouth with a servo arm. "So, I was just stopping by to see if I couldn't get some allies, heh, and I find I'm already signed up with a bloody clan. Color me surprised, heh?"
Nearby Male Zombie [22h16m] <Bay>Returning Contestant Glyph McGriffin shrugs. "But the door Midget said this here was the place for me, so I says why not, heh? Pleased to meet y'all, I'm Glyph. Zombie, born and raised, though I still think something sounds a bit off about zombie school... Heh, what do I know though."
Nearby Male Zombie [22h13m] <Bay>Returning Contestant Glyph McGriffin "Anyways, the Colonel always said I'd end up here, and to make good friends with my fellow Clannies, so maybe he set this up. Heh. So I should probably let you all know a bit about me."
Nearby Male Zombie [22h11m] <Bay>Returning Contestant Glyph McGriffin continues "I was raised with in a military outpost, preparing for my arrival here my whole durn life. Colonel gave me a whole list of things to do when I got here, but the memories rotting a bit, heh, and I plum forgot most of 'em"
Nearby Male Zombie [22h09m] <Bay>Returning Contestant Glyph McGriffin sighs a bit, and his jaw drops. He puts it back into place and continues, barely missing a beat. "I remember I'm supposed to fight the Drive, I think, but thats most it. So I'm kind of looking for a bit of a purpose."
Nearby Male Zombie [22h09m] <Bay>Returning Contestant Glyph McGriffin asks "So, how about it? You guys got anything for an old Zombie, designed by the military to wreck some Improbably Ass, to do?"

Description as of the above events:
This zombie is hunched over from the weight of the servo arms on his back. He's currently wearing a very very short skirt. One of his ass cheeks hangs a bit loose.

Newest Description:
Currently dresses in a muddy and somewhat torn rabbit suit, he's also got a set of servo arms on his back. Each arm wears its own set of bunny ears.

[quinnr]

I <3 Global Banter.
Insanely much.

If not for any reason other than the fact that a few people, including Glyph and I, just randomly started an epic fight throughout a city, including missile launchers, missile-proof vests, dead cats, vets, and more.

And the tea parties are simply amazing.

[Magentawolf]

The only times I went into Global, it's been dead, dead, dead, so I generally leave it off these days. Been keeping busy with other pursuits on the island, so that's alright.

Zombunny, Glyph? Good thing I haven't run into you, lately. o.o;

[GlyphGryph]

Reminds me, about time to post some of these backlogs.
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Spoiler: There aint no part like a New Pittsburgh party Part 1 (click to show/hide)

Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shambles into town. He hopes someone comes around soon, he's been so dreadfully lonely. The skirt thing wasn't working out, so he's just purchased this new adorable rabbit suit, and he can't wait to see people's reactions. Girls love rabbits, right?
Female Zombie  Justa shambles out of Mike's, clutching the reins of her brand new mount. Said-mount is still busy slurping the ribboned remains of a brain stem. It drips cerebrospinal fluid next to Justa's feet.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak walks out of the bank, each step taken to the beat of a metronome, pockets positively buling with req.
Female Zombie  Justa steadfastly ignores the way her stomach grumbles. "D-don't you have manners?" she chastises the zombie donkey. Its decayed nostrils flare out. A maggot drops out of one of them. Nope.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin waves a greeting to Justa. Nice to meet a fellow zombie at last.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shambles over to her. "That's a nice mount ya'got there."
Female Zombie  Justa sees something creak in the corner of her eye. She draws her gaze away from the monstrosity that is her mount, blinks at the zombie man in a rabbit suit. "O-oh," she says. "Um. Th-thank you?"
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak meets Glypg and Justa in the centresquare, pockets clattering with each step. He mutters something about how the Watcher is a cheapskate holding on him.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin grins, and his servo arms idly picking away at a rapidly enlarging frayed hole in the bunny suits shoulder.
 Eric brays. Someone's got good taste.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin continues "Welcome, its a deserved compliment. Didn't even realize they had fine examples of zombie mounts like this! I might have to check it out and pick one up for myself."
Female Zombie  Justa tries not to watch the servos arms too carefully. She spots Maniak next and twists her reins in her grasp, stutter on full power, "I-I, um, y-yes. He's. Or -- I-I think he's a he? H-his bits ssort of just, y'know. I think they f-fell off. Um."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin nods to Maniak as well. "Hello there... you're one of them Jokesters I've heard about, right? Heh, I think this is the busiest I've ever seen good old Pitts."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak compares his own Zonkey to Justa's. His has considerable more decay. "Ooh, that one looks fresh out of the.. Zonkey factory."
Female Zombie  Justa pushes the top of her hat down so that the shadow dips over her face. Because if she can't see them, they can't see her, right? Logic, it is sound.
 Eric eyes the Maniak's zombie with placid contentment that comes with chewing on your favorite snack. Goodness, ol' chap, you've seen better days, haven't you?
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin idly wonders if maybe he should have stuck with the miniskirt and wifebeater. The lovely lady does not seem terribly impressed by his rabbit suit. Sheila was so convincing about how much the girls would love him, though...
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shrugs. "Anyways, I'm Glyph. Nice to meet ya both."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak is indeed one of them Jokesters and, glad with the recognition, he bows and takes his hat off to Glyph. "Name's Maniak. Joker indeed. A pleasure." To Justa, who he really can see you know, he says "feed em regular. Laminate them too."
Female Zombie  Justa adjusts the floppy brim of her hat with fidgety fingers, saying, "Y-yes. Um. O-one -- one of th-those Joker t-types, yes. U-um." Hic. "I, um. It's -- it's n-nice to meet you, too, Glyph."
Female Zombie  Justa realizes a beat later that she ought to bring up her name, too. It's only polite. "Oh! Oh. Um. Justa. I'm Justa. Hallo." She does a side-shuffle to the left, the faintest of getaways.
 Eric the zombie donk stays put, a veritable anchor of rot and stoicism.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin gives a slight dip. "Pleasure to make ya acquiantence, Justa. I don't suppose you know many other Zombies, do you? Been tryin' to get more involved in the local social scene, heh, but I just can't seem to find it!"
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak's Zonkey says to Eric: Please relieve me of my misery. I've long since died and I'm merely a sack of bones. Deliver me from more decay. Eat me, if you must. Please sir, have mercy.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin, casting an eye to Maniak says "Mostly, though, I've just been incredibly bored. What sort of things do the two of you like getting up to on the Island?" He thinks a bit. There's was something he wanted to ask the next zombie he saw... Ah!
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak dips a quick hand into his hat and retrieves three balls of yarn. "When in doubt and not drunk, I dabble in juggling these here junggling balls."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin holds a finger up in the air. "Heh, oh yeah, wanted to ask... does anything seem wrong to you about zombie school? I went to zombie school, but that seems a bit off..." he shrugs. "Probably just going hazy from all this fighting."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin looks with interest at the yarn. "Junggling balls, eh? Let's see whatcha got, then!"
Female Zombie  Justa eyes the three balls of yarn like one would eye a basket of atomic bombs. Says, "I -- ssorta. I do. Um. Know others. Zombies, I mean. Erm." A beat to consider Glyph's words, then, "I . . . never went to zombie school, actually."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak nods with a smile on his face and says "Yessir, junggling balls. But not with a lady present." He plays with the green one in his hand. In truth, he doesn't want to show off his skills. Or make the obvious lack thereof known.
Female Zombie  Justa gives discreet, incessant tugs to her reins. Eric's head slants sideways accordingly, but remains unmovable, engrossed in the other's plight. Chin up, ol' boy, life's not so bad when you're half-skeletal! Your maxilla's top-notch, you know. Very nice.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shrugs. Maybe some other time, then. He wouldn't mind learning to juggle. Hmm... he wonders if the arms could do it on their own. "Well, Justa, that's interesting. What did you do when you were just a zombie lass, then, heh?
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "I've never known much but the school and the experiments and the military trainin', I've always wondered how a normal zombie lived their life, all the time I was growing up. Always knew something was off."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak wouldn't mind learning how to juggle, either. In fact, he's been trying hard to find a teacher. But that's not here and now.
Female Zombie  Justa relaxes, but only a tad. No juggling balls, which means no possible mushroom-shaped clouds in her near future, correct? She tries to find relief in the smallest of victories. "Oh. Um. Well, I . . . wasn't always like this. Erm."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak's zonkey's back slowly sags through. Did you know he still sits on my back and tries to ride me? There's not much left of me to support that guy. And he's half made of concrete or something. A right strain on the epidermis.
Female Zombie  Justa finds herself at a loss to Glyph's question. She never knew zombies grew, nevermine could have children and that, sirs and ma'ams, that is a topic Justa passionately wishes she hasn't brought up for mental speculation.
Female Zombie  Justa says quickly, "B-but it's not, um, so bad?" She fidgets, says quickly in a desperate attempt to distract herself, "What, ah, what does your military training entail?
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow, rapt. Well, he supposes he's rapt. He's definitely interested, but he's not exactly sure what rapt means. "Oh, you weren't? Can I ask what happened? Never realized Zombies a person could just become a zombie."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin looks around. "Considering where we are though... oh, as for myself, well, the Colonel took me under his wing, and I was always gonna be sent to the Island. The Servo arms I've had since I was just a young'n, ya see. I think, anyways."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin cocks his head and gazes off. "He told me a lot of things to prepare, but... heh, I just can't seem to remember most of them. I know I gots to fight the drive... something about an elephant... It's strange, it's all so hazy."
 Eric flicks his left nub-of-an-ear in sympathy. I'm sure he'll still appreciate you even when you're reduced to bare bones and only a few ligaments. Why, I can only hope I'll be as handsome as you are once I've reached that level of decay!
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak remarks "Cool things those, them Servo Arms. I believe I had them for a while too. Until they got fed up with me, detached themselves from my spine and walked off." He winces. Not a pleasant memory.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin continues. "The training itself was a lot of the usual, heh, runnin and jumping and shooting at things. I had a gun I was supposed to smuggle onto the Island by naming it Fists. Not sure how that was supposed to work, and apparently it didn't."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin seems a bit concerned about the prospect. "No, that doesn't sound pleasant at all... where do you suppose they went?"
Female Zombie  Justa nods slowly, trying to register all of Glyph's words while fighting down the urge to run to the seven hills, or, perhaps, creak away very quickly, given how terrible her knees are.
Female Zombie  Justa nods, the movement a stiff jerk of her chin. She grimaces at the idea of part of your spine walking off without you and tries not to mangle the leather reins in her hand too forcefully in case this arm drops off.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak chuckles. "Probably went and attached to some hapless rookie. Or they've been eaten by a socktopuc. There's not telling what, really." A pause, and his face turns serious. "In fact, they might still be out there, luring on witless contestants."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin adjust his jaw as it starts to slip loose from all the lip flapping. "So, what about yourself, lass? How'd you end up here, and like ya'are, heh?"
Female Zombie  Justa says, "I, well. People can just sort of . . . turn into zombies. Details are sort of fuzzy," And swimming in pitch-black fog, they are, "And. Y-yeah. Like that. Sort of." Beat. "Improbables," she says, borrowing a Z term.
 A pair of servo arms skitter off into the relative safety of the jungles, their victim alerted of their presence. They'll get you next time, Maniak. Next time!
Female Zombie  Justa tamps down the urge to shiver.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin gives a glare to his own arms before they get any ideas. "Not sure if I understood that, exactly... you're saying you don't quite know what happened? What were ya before?"
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak's Zonkey asks upfront: So what are you doing later tonight? I'm getting the ductape on my ears refreshed. Maybe you want to come by? I hear the hospital tent has a fresh supply of bandages. It tries to wink, but that's difficult without eyelids.
Female Joker  Liebs's hair is on a mission, stretched out as far as it possibly can, yanking Liebs's head in the general direction of Justa. She stumbles along, trying to keep up. "Oh hello!" she says, chipper. "Hi Justa!"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow at this new sight. Is that another Jokester? He wonders why they are all congregating here today...
Female Zombie  Justa nods again. "Yes." Beat. "Um. Yes. I -- have memory problems, so." She gestures in circles, trying to shore up the eloquence she does not have. "So there's -- there's that, yes."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak is just that attractive.
Female Zombie  Justa blinks, wide-eyed, at Liebs. Salvation. Still a Joker, but at least a known Joker, a clanmate. "H-hallo, Liebs," she says, alongside the silent plea Please protect me from this fellow with the hat and What is wrong with your hair.
Female Joker  Liebs's hair, now that she's sufficiently close to Justa, is tapping on her cheek. Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap. "Hi, I'm Liebs, how are you doing today-" TAP TAP TAP TAP. "- lovely weather, isn't it!" Her clothes are getting soaked.
Female Zombie  Justa flinches. And flinches. And flinches. "Um," she says before sneezing explosively. "H-hello, Liebs' hair?"
Female Zombie  Justa sputters at the sudden downpour of rain. What is this, monsoon season?
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin beckons the newcomer to join them under the shelter of the stable waiting area. "Hello Liebs, I'm Glyph, pleasure to meet ya!"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin looks around, as if only noticing the rain for the first time. "It IS a bit wettish out, isn't it. Probably chilly too. Can jokesters get chilly? Heh, ya know, I don't even know."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak had not realized it was raining. Just one of the many advantages of having a huge hat. He, in a patented move, extends his cane into a forcefield umbrella and offers it to Liebs. "Until you're dry, ma'am. Liebs, was it?"
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang enters town, trying to find shelter from the rain. He spots the people huddled together and not so much as walk but slides toward them.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin eyes widen. "Another one! Justa, look at all them Jokesters. They're multiplyin', heh!"
 Eric gives Maniak's mount a considering roll of its loosely-attached eye. You've got boldness, I'll give you that. Could use some bandages, m'self. And perhaps later, we can continue our tête-à-tête at a local massacre? Lovely brains. Fresh.
Female Joker  Liebs waggles a few thin fingers. "Hello Glyph, it's nice to meet you!" Her hair rounds on Justa, reeeeeeaching as far as it can. It can't quite reach the zombie, so it starts making jabbing motions in her direction. She turns to Maniak. "Thanks!"
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak casts a glance at Glyph that seems to say "Careful, or we just might."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin remains oblivious, as always, to any sort of meaningful glances.
Female Zombie  Justa tries to wave off the inexplicably affectionate creature that is Liebs' hair. "U-um," she says, fidgeting. "I-is your hair okay, um, I'm not -- looking. For hair, I mean." She shuffles to the right, closer to Maniak. Stops.
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang stays silent, tipping his hat to the people there. He remembers Liebs from the failboat...and did that guy stay Justa? Wasn't that some snail girl? He stares at her, staying a bit out of the way.
Female Zombie  Justa shuffles backwards, closer to the funeral-dressed fellow with the horrid mask. Stop. Boxed in, she drops to twisting the rein in her fingers ineffectually.
Female Joker  Liebs squeezes some water out of the hem of her sweatshirt and ducks under the awning of the stable. Her KittyBike makes a concerning grumbling noise - "Not food," she murmurs, tipping her head at the zonkeys.
Female Zombie  Justa catches the weight of Ko's gaze and hiccups. That means hello, in Justa' speech. Also means please ignore me, I am a tiny and unassuming flower.
Female Joker  Liebs's hair changes tack again, tapping Liebs on the cheek. "Fine," she tells it, huffing out a sigh. In a flat tone- "Justa it wants to know if your arm is around. No reason!" she adds, high-pitched.
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang squints his eyes. Yeah, must be the same person. She looks as nervous as she did the other day. He leans forward, bringing his face closer to hers, "Quite the weather we have, yes?" At least he's making an effort to look friendly.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak's mount would love a private tête-à-tête. He heard there is plenty to go around for two zonkeys in CyberCity. No kittybikes or owners invited, of course. Oh by the by, would you mind if I mount you? Surely not, because you smell nice.
Female Zombie  Justa fiddles with the soggy brim of her hat. "Oh," she says, at a loss at the question. "Um. Um, no, I haven't seen it around, no."
 The hair makes a single slashing motion across Liebs's throat - If you're lying... It then falls limp.
Female Zombie  Justa says, "Waugh!" and makes an unconscious step away from the joker to the other joker, the one with the big hat who'd dropped crates on her. She freezes, croaks out a, "H-h-h-hi. It's -- it's c-c-cold, yes."
Female Joker  Liebs coughs. "Uhm, Justa, uhm, other Joker I don't remember your name sorry, uh you should probably keep an eye on your..." She flaps a hand in their direction, then jumps as Justa jumps. "Hullo?" she says to the black-clad Joker.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak rolls his eyes Justa's awkwardness and turns to Glyph. "You're not scared of Jokers, are you?"
 Nevermind the fact that she can't exactly feel coldness as well as she used to, anymore. Or hotness, for that matter. Being a zombie has its perks, among it never needing to use mittens.
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang leans back, letting Justa room to breathe. He turns his attention to Liebs and bows his head a bit, "Bonjour." His voice is not as unpleasant as usual, but still sounds raspy.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin grins. "Me, nah, just wondering. Pitts is usually so empty, and I thought your type all hung out in that Ace city."
 Eric flares his nostrils consideringly. We haven't had dinner yet, dear boy. We'll discuss the specifics later over pleasantries of CSF-tasting and my predilection for whips.
Female Joker  Liebs can't think of much to say other than, "I, uhm, I like your mask, it's very scary, uhm but that's a good thing! Yeah! Cool mask."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak shakes his head. "Oh no, we are all over the place. There's a good chance of running into us, anywhere. Even the jungle isn't safe from us." The double meanings go lost on him for the moment.
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang nods, "Thank you. But it is not an actual real mask." He could go on to explain how it is an illusion, like the dark clothes and the scary glowing eyes, but he figures he's talkative enough as it is. No need to smother them.
Female Zombie  Justa makes to protest that she's not scared of Jokers per se insomuch that she is deadly wary of people who drop crates on her head, unawares.
Female Zombie  Justa cannot, however, since a crate suddenly drops on her head.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak feels a reason to cough. Probably a frog in his throat.
Female Zombie  Justa says, "Ow," and goes down. Her mount continues chewing pleasantly, unfazed.
Female Joker  Liebs adds, "If it's any consolation, I'm uhm, I'm not very good at the whole- Justa!" She scrambles forward to lift the crate off and put it in her backpack. For uhm. Safekeeping.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin rushes forward, putting all his arms into heaving the crate off her! Though the rush is more of a quick shamble.
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang stays there as Liebs picks up the crate from the fallen zombie. He should probably return the compliment, "Well, you hands are pretty ghastly." Perfect!
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak's Zonkey asks Eric how he is with leather. It's a normal question, consider the zonkey's skin is exactly that. His owner is unfazed at the crate. "Do check if she still has both arms."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak corrects himself. "Or at least, isn't worse off than she was before."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin, after assisting with the crate removal, gives an angry glare at all the jokers. He's not sure which of them was responsible for this, but that was very rude.
Female Joker  Liebs squeaks, "Thank you! They were uhm. A mistake. I'm glad you like them. Justa," she repeats, bending to shake Justa's shoulder rather vigorously.

[GlyphGryph]

Spoiler: Part 2 (click to show/hide)

Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak points to the sky and an overpassing supply-plane. It wasn't him. This time. "Careful Liebs. She might pop a socket."
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang finally steps up and squats beside Justa and Liebs, looking at the zombie. "Is she alright? I've met her before, I think. Rather the nervous personage."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak adds "Lousy game show contestant too. Could hardly answer a question."
Female Joker  Liebs says nonchalantly, "She'll be fiiiine," even though Justa remains motionless, and straightens, tilting her head at Kolojang. "You might've met her when she was a snail? Or uhm, a bobcat?"
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang gets up, "A snail. Purple, if I remember right. I was quite playful back then and I think I might have scared her a bit."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin pulls out his first aid kit and tries to make sure the poor lass is doing fine.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak asks the scaaa-aary looking Joker "You, playful? Can you juggle then, sir?"
Female Joker  Liebs nods. "Yup! She left trails of slime everywhere," she confides, eyes wide.
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang turns his gaze toward Maniak, squinting his eyes, "I was playful. I've learned better since."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak replies deadpan but politely "Play keeps the mind young." He looks at the snail-turned-Zombie. "She's not much faster now. Slightly less slimey, I guess."
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang responds to Maniak, "I found that people didn't take me seriously because of it. And it costed me dearly." He leans to the side, looking at the sky, "Seems like the sun is back."
Female Joker  Liebs pouts at Kolojang. "But that's no fun, is it. Besides." A shrug. "What's serious when you have Improbability?"
Female Joker  Liebs carefully steps out from under the awning to let her clothes dry. Her hair, previously slumped in annoyance, reluctantly and slowly fans itself out under the sun.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak probably already got his umbrella cane back from Liebs then. Oh yes, look, there it is, right in his hand. Huh. "Wait. Improbability? Chance is far more fun. Less predictable than Improbability."
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang lets out a sigh. He starts to walk toward the gate, no reason to stay here anymore. He says to Liebs before leaving, "They killed my daughter. And no amount of improbability..." he turns to Maniak, "...or chance can fix that."
Male Joker  Vengeful Kolojang tips his hat one last time before dissolving into a mass of darkness which slithers out of town.
Female Joker  Liebs bites her lip, stunned into silence.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak shrugs. Noone dies on the Island. His zonkey is proof of that. Lousy gameshow, with even worse actors. Feeling the cameras on him, he sucks in his gut and looks slightly tougher.
Female Zombie  Justa awakens with a slow murmur. For the sake of class, she will skip the Where am I and How did I get here questions and jump straight to "Ow" and "Am I in one piece, am I missing a limb."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak answers "Yes."
Female Joker  Liebs shrugs and peers down. "Just the one you were missing before?"
Female Zombie  Justa has a fitful of air for a moment before Liebs assuages her nerves. She glances down at the empty sleeve, says, "Oh. Oh, well. Besides that one. Um."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak just now decides to look down at Justa to ascertain the situation. "And an eye, too"
Female Joker  Liebs extends a hand. "We'll uhm, we'll put it back on. Once we find it." She furrows her brow at Maniak - "Not helping," she hisses.
Female Zombie  Justa's mount gives a pointed look at the reins in Justa's hands. I like them quite fine, but that is a discussion meant for later, dear boy. How are your tendons, by the bye?
Female Zombie  Justa's shoulders slump. "Yes, well," she says, then closes her mouth shut with a delicate click of her teeth. She rubs the tip of her nose, at a loss.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak won't extend his hand to help then, if Liebs says so. He crosses his arms, for lack of something more constructive to do.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin steps back. She seems to be fine, at least. He's added a couple extra bandages.
Female Joker  Liebs continues, loudly, "Are you okay, Justa?"
Female Zombie  Justa blinks at the new bandages atop of her old bandages. "Oh," she says. "Um. Thank you, Glyph." She looks up at Liebs and her hair and answers with what she hopes is a blithe, "Um. I'm same old same old." She waggles a hand for emphasis.
Female Joker  Liebs grabs the waggling hand and hoists upward. "Ooph. Uhm." She blinks, trying desperately to grasp onto a dwindling thread of conversation. "TELL ME ABOUT THE GAME SHOW," she nearly shouts.
Female Zombie  Justa lurches upward with a squeak before the distinct sound of skin tissue and ligaments ripping drops her back down.
Female Zombie  Justa stares in aghast at her other arm dangling from Liebs' grasp.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak smiles, a glint of mischeviousness in his eyes. "Would you like Justa's version or mine?"
Female Joker  Liebs's hair is delighted.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin's jaw hangs open. The lass is now armless! This Liebs is some sort of... of... ARM THIEF!
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak's Zonkey remarks to Eric: Well, guess you'll be doing the steering now.
Female Joker  Liebs starts desperately trying to stick it back on; the scrape between humerus and socket can't be comfortable. Her hair is swirling in little whorls and eddies. She is hopping from one foot to the other- "SorrysorrysorrynowhatIdidn'tmeanto-"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin pulls out his spare needle and thread kit with its nice curved leatherworking needle. "Now, now, let me handle this. I've got some experience here."
Female Zombie  Justa is still in shock. The jabbing in her socket is like a dull throb of pain in the back of her mind since she's still marveling at her sheer luck in this place.
Female Zombie  Justa hiccups wetly.
Female Zombie  Justa turns her wide eye on Glyph with all the fluidity of a poorly oiled door hinge. "Um," she says.
Female Joker  Liebs has taken to shouting, eyes glowing, "GO BACK ON, DAMN YOU!" She seems to have forgotten all previous lessons about staying calm.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin kneels beside her. "Now, now, I can get that hooked right back on for ya, but not if ya don't want me to. You okay with a bit of work?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin glares at the Jokester and snatches the arm. "Will someone please calm this madwoman down!? I can't have people yelling in the operating area!"
Female Zombie  Justa's voice wavers as the zombie inwardly panics at the flash of green. No good will ever come of that, she's sure of it! "I-it's -- it's okay, Liebs, I-I mean, just --"
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak looks on in what's best described as mildly amused. "Well now, that's an interesting turn." He lays an arm on Liebs. "Keep breathing Liebs. We don't want you losing your head."
Female Joker  Liebs sputters, hair flying everywhere, "This isn't an operating area! It's not even sterile!"
Female Zombie  Justa winces at Maniak's poorly timed words.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin yells back "It's perfectly fine! A little mud never hurt anyone, good for the healing process!"
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak is a total master of eloquence. He tries patting Liebs on the shoulder, or stroking it. To at least calm that hair down.
Female Zombie  Justa says in a very quiet voice, "P-please stop yelling." Beat. "And -- and please do leave, um, my arm with Liebs, thank-you."
Female Joker  Liebs looks a bit like she's going to be ill. Her hair freezes, then slowly moves in the direction of Maniak's hand. "See," Liebs harrumphs primly.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin sighs, handing the arm back. "I suppose if that's what ya want, lass, but I'm not sure how much I'd trust he reattaching limbs. She seems more inclined to steal them." He casts a mistrustful glance in Liebs direction.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak comforts Liebs with "Don't worry, it's not like she's going to die. Either reattach that arm, or put it on ice."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin continues. "Even if it twer on accident, that hair looks positively gleeful about this."
Female Joker  Liebs says loftily, "I don't do armed robbery."
Female Zombie  Justa's voice cuts in, "I could do, um, without the . . . arm puns. Um. Thank you, yes."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin waits on Liebs. "So, what is your plan for reattaching it then?"
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak projects "We should probably sterilize the wound. Put some alcohol on it. Justa, can you walk?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin seems a bit put off that a fellow zombie, even if she hadn't been born that way, would rather let a Jokester take care of her than one of her own kind.
Female Zombie  Justa gives her legs a wary look, as if wondering if they, too, will pop out of their sockets. "I . . . think so, yeah."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin mutters something about how she'd probably blow the arm up trying to reattach it, from what he knows of that type. Though the Maniak one don't seem so bad, he guesses.
Female Joker  Liebs grabs the arm out of Glyph's grip and holds it up, turning it this way and that. "Yeah," she says, trying not to panic and especially trying not to give away the fact that she's got no fucking clue what she's doing. "Do, um, that. I'll..."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak is probably the worst of them all, caring little for the safety of others. "On your feet then. March."
Female Zombie  Justa flinches at the commanding tone in Maniak and levels him a unhappy look. She's lacking both arms, after all. Balancing is hard.
Female Zombie  Justa unsteadily gets to her feet, upper body bobbing and weaving as she tries to balance on her knees first.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak smirks. "Need a hand, Contestant?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin puts away his zombie fixin' tools, but doesn't pack them back up completely just yet. When the Jokester blows off both her legs as well, maybe the lass will let him have a try.
Female Zombie  Justa's look of dismay churns into a scowl. Not. Helping.
Female Joker  Liebs is trying! She really is! "Oh screw it," she mumbles, and before she knows what she's doing, she shoves the arm back into the socket with a thock, bright threads darting out of the air to wrap around Justa's shoulder. "Get back!"
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak pops into Vigour Mortis and returns with some of George's blue embalming liquid-drink. He sets the glass to Justa's lips and pours whatever she can't gulp down fast enough over her arm.
Female Joker  Liebs dances out of the way, covering her eyes. What has she done. "Oh noooo," she moans, but the arm...stays in place? The improbability dances around Justa's shoulder, masking it in light. It's hard to see what exactly is happening.
Female Joker  Liebs's hair is either horrified or thrilled, it's not quite clear which, but at any rate it's a huge, frizzy cloud around her temples.
Female Zombie  Justa's cry is a strangled and silent one. She's too busy watching the threads pop into existence, binding around her shoulder like worms digging into earth. It's bright and more than a bit painful, but she can't stop staring at this trainwreck.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak asks Liebs "Why'd you put her right arm in the left socket?" He obviously ordered more than just that one drink from George.
Female Zombie  Justa suddenly has a a mouthful of liquid -- correction: piss. She gurgles unhappily, but swallows because spitting is rude.
Female Joker  Liebs hisses, behind her fingers, "I didn't, it's fine." Well, maybe not "fine," considering the light smell of roasting flesh, but it's on the correct side, anyway.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin mutters "That's basically the same exact thing I would have done, but without all the burning and chance of terrible unexpected consequences, you know..."
Female Zombie  Justa sputters, "I-it hurts," thought to which sensation: the feeling of bones popping back in place and ligaments surging in, covering the gaps between bones, or alcohol burning down the walls of her throat and shoulder.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin suddenly perks up! "I have an idea! Justa, lets give that a minute to finish, and then why don't you let me attach an arm to the other side, and you can tell me which you like better?"
Female Zombie  Justa says, as swift and as ponderous as a boulder rolling down a landslide, "NO."
Female Joker  Liebs points at the threads, eyes still glowing, and suggests quietly, "Y-you know. Don't forget the brachial artery."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak interjects "Don't forget to connect the nerve endings. Can't feel pain without those."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow. "What's wrong with that?"
 Schlrk, is the sound in response. The light has slowly begun to fade, as if Justa's shoulder were hot glass.
Female Zombie  Justa says, voice keening, "I don't want another arm, I have an arm and this isn't a -- a competition, or me buying a car! I can't just -- trial and error these things." Hic.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak says "Oh, you know. Pain is important. I'm a big fan of pain, myself." He raises one pant-leg to reveal the air underneath where others might have a leg. "Lost these to a plothole."
Female Zombie  Justa blinks away the blindspots, a sluggish tear collecting in the corner of her eye. She sniffs loudly, then quietens to examine her arm with numb fascination.
Female Zombie  Justa tells her fingers to crook together. They do.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin seems a bit taken aback by the response. "Well, its not like you'd've had to have kept it if you didn't like it. I just thought ya might like having two again, heh. Forget I brought it up."
Female Joker  Liebs is watching, silent, wide-eyed.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin does seem to appreciate the work done though. "Not sure I approve of the methods, but it seems like the whole Joker thing worked, then."
Female Joker  Liebs says, "Shh," and skitters close to prod and take a look.
Female Zombie  Justa lifts her hand to scrub at her eye. She ends up poking it instead. "Ow," she says out of principle.
Female Zombie  Justa's arm jerks at the prod. A tiny spark of light's seen under the weaving of her sleeve and shirt.
Female Joker  Liebs gently pushes back the sleeve of Justa's shirt to get a better look. A pregnant pause. "Well, it's back on and it looks like it works!" Her voice is almost a little too chipper.
Female Zombie  Justa nods slowly. She can feel her neck muscles resist at the motion. "Ye-es," she says. "So it does."
Female Zombie  Justa tries not to stare outright at the empty air that is Maniak's leg.
Female Joker  Liebs squeaks out, "Do you like hedgehogs. Just, uhm. Just a question. Hedgehogs, aren't they cute!"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin prods the missing leg to see what happens.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak pouts just a little bit at the succesful operation. It was all too.. clean. That's his sadism showing. "Good for you Justa." He covers his lack-of-leg again, before he loses his balance.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "I met a lady in the woods yesterday that had baskets. Six hedgehogs came crawling out and she ran off screaming. It was strange."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak is otherwise unfazed at the hand that goes straight through his lack-of-leg. "Tis just air son. Nothing special 'bout it."
Female Zombie  Justa speaks around the lump in her throat. "Ye-es. Yes, hedgehogs, they are very cute." Beat. She shifts in her seat, unsettled by the traces of disappointment in Maniak's voice. Or maybe that's just her paranoia talking. Ha ha ha. Oh, Jokers.
Female Zombie  Justa primly lowers her hand to her lap and twists the tissue layers of her brown skirt idly.
Female Joker  Liebs soldiers on, loud, "Good! Good! That's great. Cute- little- hedgehogs-" She punctuates each word with a poke. The little hedgehogs patterned into the skin of Justa's shoulder squeak and wriggle.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin is clearly dissapointed. "But the leg still works alright aside from not being there, or wot?"
Female Zombie  Justa is too shellshocked to do nothing but agree to everything that Liebs' says. And if her listless mind happens to think up of hedgehogs squeaking next to her right ear, then why not. "Of course, of course."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak projects "If it were there it would be fine. You can't tell the difference as long as I got my pants on. Now, how about them hedgehogs huh? Those spiny little pricks. I'm not too fond of them."
Female Zombie  Justa says, automatic, "They can be quite prickly if you are not careful, yes."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin's servo arms have worked their way through the outfit and are now picking off bits of his skin again. "Well, it's been a pleasure meeting ya'll, I think, but I've got some work to do in the jungle. Getting a bit peckish, heh."
Female Joker  Liebs nods vehemently. "No scar. Just hedgehogs," murmured quietly, incredulously. "G-good. Good luck." A weak waggle of fingers in Glyph's direction.
Female Zombie  Justa says, numbly, "Okay," and "Good luck out there, Glyph."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin thinks about how things went. Obviously getting in an argument with Lieb was a bad way to make friends. And he clearly made a couple major misteps with the zombie lass, he's pretty sure she don't like him much at this point.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak gives the departing Glyph a word of advice. "If you see a duck, just duck and cover."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shrugs. At leas the jokester with the yarn balls seemed alright. He'd get the hang of this socializing thing sooner or later, he'd just have to keep trying.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin nods and chuckles. "I'll be sure to do that, Maniak, see ya'll later." He heads out into the jungle.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak tips his hat to Glyph, but the guy is already gone. Oh well, it's the gesture that count. He turns to the ladies again. "So. What do you guys do for fun around here?"
Female Zombie  Justa reaches up to rub at her eye again. What a day. "Just . . . surviving, I suppose." Not very fun, is it.
Female Joker  Liebs stammers out, "Science," still not quite back in the world of the mentally-present. Blink, blink. She clears her throat. "Uhm. Howabout you."
Female Zombie  Justa carefully gets to her feet. Her knees wobble, but that's not an uncommon thing.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak proudly proclaims "I'm a juggler" the words "in training." are quickly muttered afterwards. "And I like killing big things and dying in new and innovative ways." For the ratings, ofcourse.
Female Joker  Liebs nods, chuckles, folds her fingers together. "I'm, uhm. I'm good at the dying part." She giggles nervously.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak scoots closer to Liebs, obviously interested in the hands he just now sees. Gah he's so blind. "Where'd you get those hands?"
Female Zombie  Justa takes the time to calmly and slowly inch her way to the clan district. Perhaps a cup of tea will calm her nerves. Of tequila. Yes.
Female Zombie  Justa takes her zombie donkey's reins and departs! Eric seems irked at the interruption of fine conversation, but follows placatingly.
Female Joker  Liebs calls after Justa, "Uhm. So uhm. You like hedgehogs," she insists. "Remember that." She turns back to Maniak. "I was tryna fix em. It sort of worked."
Female Zombie  Justa raises her hand in a stiff wave. "I do! I do. And. Thank you. For the arm. Right."
Female Zombie  Justa extends the wave to Maniak, but only when she's at a safe distance.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak repeats, for the viewers at home. "Fixing? Why, they don't look like they need fixing at all. I think they're lovely."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak doesn't get thanked for his booze-pooring role, but he's fine by that. He knows it's only a cameo. The wave is returned.
Female Joker  Liebs coughs. "Well uhm. Thanks. They were uhm, worse. It still hurts to fall on 'em. How do you have an invisible leg," she asks, unable to help herself.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak projects "I drank acid."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak amends. "They're not invisible. Just short. They'll grow back. How do you get skeletal hands?" Obviously still not satisfied with the answer he's gotten.
Female Joker  Liebs coughs even more violently. "Ow," she insists. "Why, why would you do that." She squirms, then all in a rush- "You forget to put the subcutaneous fat on, okay," she says, wringing her hands together.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak says "It looked tasty, and this robot said I shouldn't. So I did. I was just curious, you know? How was I supposed to know it would burn a hole in my chest? He unbuttons his shirt, to reveal a concrete chest. "They fixed me though." Sure did.
Female Joker  Liebs says, lightly, "Oh," wondering how polite it is to stare. "Did the Robot fix you, that looks like a Robot job." Certainly the most efficient way to do it, anyway. Pause. "...what kind of acid."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak says, in all his simplicity, "Why don't you eat Kebab if you need more fat? You don't look like you could handle it."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak nods. "It was a cementtruck-robot and a Self-Aware Toxic Removal Thing. STARS or STRAWS for short."He rambles, "I had concrete legs for a while but they had only bendy knees." He dangles his feet as he sits.
Female Joker  Liebs leans forward. "I eat more than you could ever imagine," she says, deadly serious. "Doesn't uhm, really go to the hands, though, or anywhere really," she says, shrugging.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak tilts his head, to get a closer look at the hands. Then, for comparisons sake, he looks at his own hands to poke and prod them. "You don't need much of it, do you?" A hmmm-ing sound escapes him, you can almost hear him think. "Could you inject?"
Female Joker  Liebs shakes her head. "It's you know, not so bad, only a little inconvenient, you know, uhm," rolling her hands over to look at the heels.
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak keeps looking at his own hands, then asks "Do you know those palm readers they used to have? I wonder what they'd say about your hands."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak is getting all philosophical here. Time for him to shut up and get a concussion somewhere before he fully regains his senses. "I'd better go. Sorry, I didn't mean to pry."
Female Joker  Liebs frowns. "Those were all stupid, though, didn't mean anything. Millions of studies said so," but there's still a note of doubt in her voice. "They'd probably." Laugh. "Probably say I'm no good at Jokering."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak smiles as disarmingly as he can. No pun intended. "I think they'd be wrong. You helped Justa out great." He gets up. "Now, if you'd please excuse me. It was lovely meeting you, but I must be on my way ma'am."
Female Joker  Liebs tries to protest, "Hedgehogs," but here he is leaving, and- oh crap - "I uhm. I don't remember your name. I'm sorry."
 "Maniak", he says with a bow and his hat in hand. "It was a veritable pleasure to meet you ma'am."
Female Joker  Liebs nods, grinning. "You, too, uhm. Good luck with growing your legs back, uhm."
Male Joker  Bloody Showoff Maniak dons his hat again. "Thank you. Best of luck to you too, in your future endeavours." Oh boy, he's using words like that. Run! "Ta-taa." And he's out of the outpost. Pfew. Close call.
Female Joker  Liebs wiggles fingers after him and stretches out on a bench, enjoying the warm weather. Somehow, between the cries of "BRAAAINS" and the splorch of a zombie devouring a corpse, she manages to doze off.

[GlyphGryph]

Spoiler: Running into some old-timers (click to show/hide)

Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin shambles into town, his rabbit suit in tatters. Not like it did him much good with the ladies anyways, stupid lying shopkeeper... Anyways, he plasters a grin on his face. New city, new people!
Male Wild Dave Accomplice Teh Dave nods also in appreciation of the "lost family" bit, opens his mouth, shuts it, then eyes the Zombie over thataways. "Your arms have ears."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin's arms rip another piece of his suit, which goes fluttering to the ground. "Ayup. That they do, heh. Sheila told me for only a few extra coins, was guaranteed to make me more likable by throwing ears on them too. And that it might cam'em down, heh."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin's servo arms pick a rotting chunk off his body, examine it, and then stuff it in a hole they've made on the other shoulder. "That bit didn't work, but at least they didn't rip themselves out my spine and run off like Maniak's did..."
Female Joker Abundantly Ari skids her way into town and launches herself Dave-ward
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin looks to Dave. "I'm Glyph, pleased to meet ya."
Male Wild Dave Accomplice Teh Dave is about to reply, but is caught by a flying Ari. They tumble backwards, ending up on the steps to the PSK. "Oh, Hallo Ari." He looks over Ari's shoulder and waves to Glyph. "I'm Dave. This is Ari."
Female Joker Abundantly Ari turns to look at the fellow Dave is adressing "Yep, thats me"
KK Victoria nods his thanks to Darcy. "Is appreciate, Darcy."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin gives a big, hopefully friendly looking grin to both of them. "Pleased to meetcha both, then."
Female Human?  Darcy snaps off a rather crooked salute. "Mmhm! Are y'comin' back DICE-wards or strikin' out lonesome."
KK Victoria shrugs. "Arrived hour ago. Have no idea."
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave sits up onto the stairs, setting Ari on his lap. He grins over at Glyph. "They look helpful."
Female Joker  Abundantly Ari examines the arms, "They do look quite useful..."
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave nods in agreement. "Not a major fan of them myself, I normally go with the Stimpack or the headchip." He taps the Spacial Awareness Scar just behind his left ear.
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu wanders into town, hands clasped idly behind her head as she gazes up at the sky. Not a very practical way to wander, granted, but it suits her mood at the moment.
Female Joker  Abundantly Ari nods, "I have never had them but they are kinda neat" she rolls her shoulders
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin nods. "I've heard good things about the others, yah, but I've had this since I was barely out of sproghood, couldn't bear to give 'em up now."
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave blinks at Glyph. "Sprogwha?"
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu shuffles to a stop, frowning. Where'd that big shadow come from? She shifts her gaze earthwards, looking around her. Then she grins and scurries closer to the group. "My word, is that really you..?!"
KK Victoria merely smiles. "Aye. Is."
Female Human?  Darcy twists around and gets an eyeful of sweater kittens. "How d'your boobs stay in," she says immediately.
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu alights herself on the rim of the fountain, beaming. "Kai! Goodness, it's been too long, my dear!" She blinks at the comment and starts laughing immediately. "And you brought fellow DICErs with you, too! How grand!"
KK Victoria shrugs, "Sort of arrived. Was going play baseball in jungle." You know, with monster skulls and a made up outfield.
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave calls over to Darcy. "A dangerous disregard for physics."
Female Human?  Darcy's question has not been answered. This is bothering her. "... issit tape. Or. Or. Glue. Staples. No wait 've gottit." Triumphant finger in air, " 's beachballs."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu giggles, shaking a finger at Dave. "I've got Joker blood in me, have you forgotten? Improbability and all that nonsense."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu smirks at Darcy. "The Bodice is leather, dear. Leather and lots of structure. Made it myself. They're not going anywhere unless I say so."
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave's smirk extends slightly past the edges of his face at Kit. "I said dangerous not impossible. The latter is my department."
KK Victoria has essentially glazed over at the content of the conversation. He got himself thinking about sharks and how delicious they can be when eaten raw. His attention went downhill from there.
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu grins and turns her attention back to KK. "At any rate, how've you been, dear? Ah, and Lelila? I haven't seen her in ages! You two really must come over to the Library for tea."
Female Human?  Darcy's smile can't do any fancy acrobatics, but it's certainly spread across her face. "Bet leather 's fun t'romp 'bouts in." She can only imagine bad things. She shuffles over to Sessine and nudges him. With a croissant.
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave sees fooooood. "Do you have any more?" He perks up, then nudges Ari. "Actually, do you have any cookies?"
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu giggles. "It is. Good durable stuff is hard to find unless you do it yourself." Her eye flicks up to spot another fellow Vet. Her grin widens, fangs and all. "Why, hello, Sessine. I almost didn't see you there. How're you n' Z?"
Male Joker  Sessine nods. "Leather's got its uses, all right." Though some leather garments are more... elaborate than others.
KK Victoria strokes at the scruff on his chin. "Been well. Lelila has own familial business need attending. Decided I come back to island."
Male Joker  Sessine smiles kindly at Kit. "Z is doing quite well, thank you. She'll be pleased to hear you asked after her, I'm sure."
Female Joker  Abundantly Ari nods, "Course I do!" and she wiggles about to get her bag off her back so she can dig through it
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu grins at the both of them, purring happily. She clasps her hands behind her, rocking on her heels. "Good, good. Tell me, are any of you lot busy at the moment? I'd love to have some visitors at my Library."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu sighs, pouting a bit. "It's been completed for months, and open to the public, but I hardly ever have visitors. It's a shame, I worked so hard on it."
Female Human?  Darcy almost misses the last part of Akitsu's greeting to Sessine. It sinks in after a moment and she turns a slightly incredulous expression on him. Gears click and she breathes a faint, "Ohhhh..."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu blinks and glances to Darcy, brow arched. "Are you alright, dear?"
Female Joker  Abundantly Ari pulls out the requested pack of cookies and holds it aloft triumphantly "Ah hah!"
Female Joker  Abundantly Ari pulls out the requested pack of cookies and holds it aloft triumphantly "Ah hah!"
Female Human?  Darcy quickly waves a hand, grin returning in full force. " 's just fine! Lost m'self in thought, is all."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu giggles softly, nodding in understanding. "Oh, alright, then. Glad to hear it."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu glances around at the silent group. "So? Anyone for a cup of tea? Or perhaps another time?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shambles over. "Err, maybe I wasn't quite one of ther ones you was adressing, but I wouldn't mind some tea."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin adds "I also wouldn't mind hearing more about this Library you mentioned, heh?"
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave plops his chin on Ari's shoulder, mouth open.
Female Joker  Abundantly Ari pops a cookie into the open cookie receptacle on her shoulder with a grin
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu smiles kindly. "I'd be delighted, Mr... er.... I'm sorry, dear, but I don't believe we've been introduced."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu offers her hand. "My name is Akitsu, but you can call me Aki for short. Who might you be?"
Male Joker  Sessine recollects that he left an unfinished drink in the Spiderkitty. Ah well, it'll have been cleared away by now. "Why yes, tea would be nice." There's a tea table nearby -- what, it was always there, wasn't it? With its silver tea service, china cups?
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "Glyph, lovely to meet you, Aki.
Male Joker  Sessine moves to the table. He begins to pour cups of tea, and hands them around to anyone who seems interested.
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave's hat is already seated on the table. It was here before, right? No it wasn't. It was summoned by the combined power of tea and cookies. It waves its feather at everyone, then points it at the tea service.
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu glances over to Sessine and smiles, eyeing over the table, set for tea in finest service. Always was a stickler for taste, he is. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Glyph." She giggles. "I meant at my Library, silly. Not far from here."
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave's hat produces its sign at Kai. "Howdy Kai. Long time no see. That chess set still alright?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin nods a bit. "So which direction is that, then?"
Female Joker  Abundantly Ari waves to the hat
KK Victoria shakes his head. "In Compound?" It's the only set he can remember. "Burned to ground. All of it."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu frowns at this news. "The Compound? Gone? Oh, dear. It was such a lovely place, too. I do hope your family had nothing to do with it, Kai."
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave blinks at Kai. "Oh damn. Any plans on rebuilding?" Teh spins its sign around. "So if I broke that rook...it...er...nevermind."
KK Victoria shakes his head. "No. No plan. Was military installation. Am no longer military."
Female Human?  Darcy remains hopelessly lost. She sits down by the tea table, because it is not talking about things that she doesn't understand. She pats one of the cups for good measure. Good cup. Best friend.
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu blinks, stunned. "Oh, I see. When did this go into effect, then?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin finally sits at the table to have some tea. He suppose he can have some more later if they ever end up at this library place.
KK Victoria once more shakes his head no. "I razed Compound. Leave no evidence. Am no longer military after come from War, terminated contract."
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave nods. "Makes sense. Don't even convert to a regular palace or anything? Could work well for it, I think."
KK Victoria shrugs. "Compound had purpose. Hasn't, anymore."
Female Joker  Abundantly Ari peers at KK, he isn't military? He looks military
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu sighs, sinking into a chair. "I suppose not, no." She glances up. "I think we need a change of scenery. If you'd like, you can follow me to the Library." She stands, making for the gates.
Male Wild Dave  Accomplice Teh Dave's hat nudges its cup with its sign. Said cup is still woefully empty. It peers at Sessine with what it hopes is an imploring expression. In its feather.
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu points through the trees beyond. "It's about 3 paces due West of here."
Female JokerMorphMs. Monroe, AKA Lady Akitsu glances behind her. "Anyone?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shambles to his feet and begins trudging to the west!

Spoiler: Fooling Around in Banter (click to show/hide)

Male Midget Insane quinnr says "♬NOOBTOWN IS FULL OF NOOBS!♬"
Male Midget Insane quinnr explodes and dies. Again.
Contestant Jbow finds herself in a closet, with no memory of how she got there. It's probably for the best. She fumbles for a lightswitch.
Rather Small Bryan mewls from under wadded up jeans in the closet.
Male Midget Insane quinnr has chronospheres! Gasp!
Contestant Jbow finds the lightswitch. FLICK. Nothing. FLICK. FLICK FLICK FLICKFLICKFLICK. Nothing.
Contestant Jbow fumbles for the door, stumbling out into the light.
Male Midget Insane quinnr pulls out a generator powered flashlight and looks for Jay, accidently burning out her eyeballs.
Contestant Jbow dies horribly. How sad.
Rather Small Bryan squirms under the pants and meows again.
Contestant Jbow reappears in the closet, and starts hunting around again. She finds a pair of pants. "Fantastic!" She tries them on. Goodness knows, she could use some pants.
Male Midget Insane quinnr lost those pants, many years ago.
Contestant Jbow tries 'em on. "Oh, hiya, Bry!"
Rather Small Bryan tumbles out of the pantsleg and mewls gratefully up at J.
Contestant Jbow chuckles. "Were you trapped under there, buddy? Hey, whaddaya think?"
Contestant Jbow walls. Because the bandwidth here is non-existent. Bah.
Rather Small Bryan claims the now-silent banter as his own. "My preeciousssss...."
Male Midget Insane quinnr falls asleep.
Male Midget Insane quinnr doesn't want to waste stamina, but he doesn't want to take years to get that Blessing either, especially with how low favor Midgets get...
Male Kittymorph Contestant Theodosia wonders where banter is today
Male Midget Insane quinnr says "Do monsters scale in difficulty or something? Methinks I should be doing a lot more damage with 15 attack at level 4."
Rather Small Bryan thinks that unused stamina is a missed opportunity. "Keep working, slave!"
Rather Small Bryan waves to Theo with his hand that isn't cracking the whip.
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin says "Quinrrrrrr!"
Male Midget Insane quinnr spins on his heels and pistolwhips the assassin shouting his name.
Male Kittymorph Contestant Theodosia says "Hi Bryan,may I join in?"
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin sobs "I was finally gonna do it, I was finally gonna accept someone into the clan."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin gets pistolwhipped and falls unconscious. Fine, be that way!
Male Midget Insane quinnr says "I know. I got my internet back just in time. Nobody gets more than 10 seconds without judgement."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin says "One of these days you are going to regret those hiring practices, mark my words!"
Rather Small Bryan flees from the pistol-toting crazyman.
Male Midget Insane quinnr laughs manically, firing random promotions, demotions, acceptances, and denials throughout banter.
Male Kittymorph Contestant Theodosia shrugs and whips in discriminately
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin constantly tries to get a shot off before him, but always comes a second to late! Curses, even in my imagination I am defeated!
Male Midget Insane quinnr thinks Double or Quits totally cheats. He's never got past 2 rounds..
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin wonders what quinnr is emoting about now.
Male Midget Insane quinnr says "Booz in Squat Town."
Male Midget Insane quinnr says "Most of the outposts have little mini-gambling games. Kittania has the Sunny Spot."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin says "Ah, yeah. None of em seemed worth it to me."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin says "I played the zombie one and the kitty one."
Male Midget Insane quinnr says "I have to say, I do like the buffs in Squat."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin says "I think I might go midget next. Is 3dks enough for that?"
Male Midget Insane quinnr says "Yes."
Male Midget Insane quinnr says "Holy cow. Do pack fights speed up the rage bar faster, too? Not to mention Chems...that might make them actually worth the stamina."
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin says "Awesome. Got some stuff to finish up before then RP-wise though..."
Contestant Jbow reappears, gloriously!
Male Zombie Glyph McGriffin says "Pack fights often also have the best meat, a pack of kittybikes is good eatin/selling"
Male Midget Insane quinnr cheers.
Rather Small Bryan snuggles a Jbow.
  Contestant Jbow bows amid the fanfare. Doves are released. People cry tears of joy in the streets.

Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin is unsure why this is happening, but claps so as not to be left out.
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia shoots at Jbow from the 6th floor of the texas schoolbook repository
  Rather Small Bryan jumps in front of the bullet.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr assists Theo, and pulls a missile launcher out of the Bantercloset.
  Contestant Jbow waves from the back seat of a convertible, completely oblivious to the man on the sixth floor. Until Bryan's hit. "BRYAN!"
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "Move it, Bryan. This one has held one too many tea parties. She's under arrest under order of...King Whathisname the Fifth!"
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia swears
Male Midget  Insane quinnr notices Bryan is dead, and tosses his missile launcher to Glyph. "Hang on! Don't die!"
Male Midget  Insane quinnr checks for a pulse....there is none.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin hangs onto the launcher and tries not to die.
  Contestant Jbow grabs the kitten. ducking into the crowd and running madly for a hospital.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin fires the rocket launcher! He's helping! Not aiming, since he doesn't know what to aim at, but helping nonetheless!
Male Midget  Insane quinnr glares at Jay, as she runs. "You shall pay for this! On my heart, I swear you shall pay!"
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia jumps out the window and tries to chase
Male Midget  Insane quinnr burns to a crisp. He has died, again.
  Rather Small Bryan looks up at J and weakly whispers. "Tell J....."
Male Midget  Insane quinnr is going to start praying to the Powerhit god from now on. It seems to work well.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin looks on in amazement at the great fire the rocket has started. Impressive!
  Contestant Jbow rushes the kitten into an emergency veterinary clinic, laying him down on a kitty stretcher. "What is it, Bryan? I'm here," she whispers, scratching gently between his ears.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr stands up.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "Missile-proof vest!"
  Rather Small Bryan wheezes as blood begins to fill his lung. "Tell J... tell her to not forget... don't forget to lube the puppies..."
Male Midget  Insane quinnr calls out on the radio to...then he imagines Bryan saying something and starts to laugh hysterically.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin is impressed. "Very good, that's planning ahead!"
Male Midget  Insane quinnr then puts his evil face on, and turns his laugh evil. Theo knows exactly how the laugh sounds.

Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia knocks out the vet before he leaves his office and steals the vets clothes "Hello, what do we have here?"
  Contestant Jbow's brows knit together in confusion. "Lube ... the puppies, Bryan?"
  Contestant Jbow sobs hysterically, rivulets of tears streaming down her face as she addresses vet-Theo. "A bullet wound, doctor. Can you save him?"
Male Midget  Insane quinnr turns on the tracker he implanted on Theo while...oh, nevermind that part.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin decides to reload his missile launcher. Just in case.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr shouts to Glyph, "Let's go! This way!"
  Rather Small Bryan slips unconscious.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr calls up the Bantermenu, and orders some lovely bombs, hotdogs, and twenty or so pistols in an awesome cloak.
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia hmms "I can't say for sure but I do believe its possible as long as we're quick." he whips out some scissors, stitches, a bottle of 85% ethanol and some cigarettes
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin follows quinnr, launcher at the ready.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "Like these: http://tinyurl.com/merylcloakguns"
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia takes a swig of the ethanol, lights up a gig and carefully works on the wound
Male Midget  Insane quinnr arrives at the Vet, and peeks through the windows.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "Make sure to turn the safety on, Glyph."
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia finishes stitching up the bullethole and hands Jbow Bryan and a bag with a bullet in
  Rather Small Bryan remains unconscious.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow. "On? But then how do I fire it at a moments notice?"
Male Midget  Insane quinnr chats into the banteradio, "What are you doing, partner? We need that Jay figure, if the cat survives, they will team up and become unbeatable. You saw what happened last time!"
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "You don't! They are supposed to be carefully planned shots. They ARE missiles after all. And don't you dare accidently fire it while turning on the safety."
  Contestant Jbow holds onto the kitten's paw, sobbing hysterically. It begins to rain outside. "Please save him, doctor," she whispers, desperate.
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia hooks Bryan up to an IV, he seems to actually care!
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "Damnit. We have a rogue officer."
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "Get ready, Glyph."
  Contestant Jbow watches with baited breath, flinching as he starts the iv.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr attaches a low-power bomb to the window. "I want you to shoot a missile in there after I explode the window."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin decides to avoid any accidental firings by leaving the safety off. Just to be safe.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin waits for the explosion, ready to fire as soon as it blows!
  Rather Small Bryan's lil kitten eyes flutter open. "Wh... where am I?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin kneels, getting into position, finger resting ever so gently on the trigger...
Male Midget  Insane quinnr walks away, dragging Glyph with him. He then presses a button. Glass flies...a piece going directly into his heart. Gasping, he says a single word. "Fire."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin taps it a little bit, ready, ready, waiting...
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin fires, missile speeding towards its target!
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia grins and says "About a foot in front of me lil' fella!" he reaches into his pocket "Close your eyes I've some bad business to take.." a missile stops him mid sentence
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin loads another missile. Just in case.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin fumbles and drops the missile. "Oh. Oh my."
  Rather Small Bryan fucking EXPLODES
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia thinks "Bastard stole my thunder!" as he dies
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin also explodes, thought a short bit after the previous exploders.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin does not give up that easily though! Thinking quickly, he jumps into the air, rocket jumping to safety! Well, aside from being on fire and full of shrapnel from the very act of rocket jumping...
Male Midget  Insane quinnr wishes he had another 1.3k supporter points so he could download and save this in all its glory. Text will have to do, though.
  Contestant Jbow wakes up in a closet. Again.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "Supporter points to download and save?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "That just seems strange."
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia is sent directly to the cupboard this time
  Rather Small Bryan wonders how many giggles he got for mentiong puppies and lube in the same sentence...? Oh, yeah, and he reappears on J's shoulder. "Teatime?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin notes he is having tea in Story at right this moment. Heheh.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "Glyph, if you have 2k donator points, you can download story/banterlogs as HTML files."
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "It's an extra thing doesn't actually cost points, sort of like the long bio is."
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia jealously shouts "NERD"
  Contestant Jbow grins. She's in San Diego. Nerd capital.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "Can't you just... you know.... right click. And save. As HTML."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "I'm actually thinking I'm just gonna write a script eventually to keep a running archive of my favorite rooms, heh."
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia narrows his eyes
Male Midget  Insane quinnr could also just go through, copy stuff he wants, and then do a Find and Replace to add colors. Then you don't get the painful numbers and links and stuff.
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia says "Jay! Bryan seems damaged"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "Like I've been doing for my own logs"
Male Midget  Insane quinnr would cheer for Jay, but that seems to end badly.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "Make sure to disable autoupdate before trying to do it manually."
Male Midget  Insane quinnr will quote and repost that.
  Rather Small Bryan will kill Quinn.
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia will protect quinnr
Male Midget  Insane quinnr is sad that last one was GREMd. It means he takes it back. That means Bryan does not think I am awesome anymore.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin logs all this anyways, and has every one of the GREMmed comments.
  Rather Small Bryan will kill Theo, too. Or he'll just snuggle everyone. He'll probably kill Glyph, instead.
  Rather Small Bryan still thinks Quinnr is awesome!
  Rather Small Bryan still thinks Quinnr is awesome!
Male Midget  Insane quinnr almost cheers, but shuts his mouth before it comes out. Cheering leads to nukes.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr thinks Bryan is awesome as well.
  Rather Small Bryan corrects Quinnr. "Singing leads to nukes."
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "In that case..."
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia yells along with Turncoat by Anti-flag, its not technically singing
Male Midget  Insane quinnr sings the song again. For those who missed it: tinyurl.com/noobtown
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia says "http://youtu.be/Aa5KJ5C-QP8"
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "My song is better."
  Rather Small Bryan nukes Theo and quinnr. "Close enough." Everyone dies.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin lives! He was not specifically named! Haha! He LIVES!
Male Midget  Insane quinnr dies. Again. That's like...his motto.
  Rather Small Bryan nuked the place. Everyone dies.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin was in Story at the time. He is thus only rapidly dieing from radiation poisoning, instead of being already dead. Hah!
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia's ghost pokes his melted body
  Rather Small Bryan cranks up some Right Now by Korn.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr calls the Grim Reaper delivery service.
Male Midget  Insane quinnr says "Yeah, I'd like 2 mediums. Address is Banterrandomnmber, Banterstreet; Banterville Banterzipcode."
  Rather Small Bryan corrects Quinnr. "Banterroad."
  Rather Small Bryan screams, "RIGHT NOOOOOOOOOOWWW!"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin finishes dying, and heads off to bed.
Male Kittymorph Contestant Theodosia says "I would've thought this'd have a rapid number considering how few people would want to live by here"
Male Kittymorph  Contestant Theodosia says "g'night"

[Magentawolf]

You do meet the bloody strangest people, you do.

[quinnr]

Returning Contestant Glyph McGriffin7 ish alsho much uglier shan you!

I feel so speshal.

And guess what everyone? After you activate the buff, and then activate the attack multiplier, it starts at 1x. 50 more cigs and it'll probably be like 1.01 or something.

[GlyphGryph]

Why am I not suprised in the slightest, hah.

I do think attack is probably the best start buff., and then we should combine it with HP drain to save money on healing and synergize with the attack boost, heh. Considering defense usually involves not getting hit, I'm beginning to suspect damage reflect will not be that great, especially as we get more powerful.

Anyways, I've added the first cig to the new pile, and I've got some new RP updates for y'all. Warning: Includes flirting and tickling. And the dead flirt ugly. Luckily only one of us was dead, so it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Featuring:
             
Glyph McGriffin                                     Kira

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---Amongst the Hustle and Bustle of a VERY busy Kittania---
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Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shambles into Kittania, his rabbit suit barely recognizable by this point. So, this is the kitty town, eh? He's been meaning to pay a visit, and with all this tasty meat to sell, it seemed like a good time.
Male Kittymorph  Contender Xela waves to Glyph
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin's head into the cafe, his arms picking a bit of loose flesh from his skull and stuffing it in a hole in his neck.
Nearby Currently dresses in rabbit suit reduced to mostly tatters, he's also got a set of servo arms on his back. Each arm wears its own set of bunny ears.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin steps back outside, counting his req. Not bad. Not really worth the trip, but not bad. He sighs, sitting himself down at a table just outside the cafe, leaning back in his seat and giving a yawn so massive it dislocates his jaw. Break time.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin's just going to... gonna... rest his eyes, just for a... yaawn... minute...
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin's eyes flutter open. What, no, he wasn't... "Woah." His chair finishes tipping over backwards. His skulls stops an inch short of the ground, his servo arms barely catching him in time. "Uh... thanks, boys. Good job."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin pushes his way awkwardly to his feet. Maybe no one noticed... he dusts himself off and pops his jaw back into place.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin suddenly realizes the town is fool of gorgeous females, and here he is napping like a fool! It's time to get his SOCIALIZE on! He checks his breath - terrible, nothing he can do about it though. He straightens his tattered suit, and then walks over.
Female Kittymorph  Kira skips into the outpost, covered in blood. "Thanks again for the butchery lesson, Maiko. I'll see you next week!" She skips along, licking off the blood from her hands. Delicious. She looks around and watches the other contestants.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin thinks for a bit about who to talk too... doesn't want to interrupt any in progress conversations. Hmm... he settles for trying to look extremely approachable. His servo arms fidgit nervously. They hate the talking bit, they want to take things apart.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin perks up! A bloody kittymorph obviously not engaged in conversation! Perfect. He walks up to Kira. "Hello there!"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin pauses for a moment. He hopes she comes up with a good response... he's obviously not on his game today, as that's the best he could manage and he's got no idea for a follow up. "Err... so... doing some... butcherin', heh?
Female Kittymorph  Kira looks at at the approaching man mid-lick, mumbling a hello."Mwhu..'ehlo?"She continues to stare with her pink tongue lolling out. Damnit, she was too delicious!
Nearby Currently dresses in rabbit suit reduced to mostly tatters, he's also got a set of servo arms on his back. Each arm wears its own set of bunny ears.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin pauses for a moment. Think. Think. Say something... One of his arms bonks him in the head. Ah. "So, you seem like a local - my name is Glyph, I'm new in town. Who are you?"
Female Kittymorph  Kira quickly licks off the rest of the blood. "Sorry. Yeah, been doing some butchering. Gonna get me some nice cuts of meat...." There's a light pitter patter as droplets of saliva drip from a corner of her mouth. Steak...Steak is good.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin grins. "I just dropped off a load of a couple dozen tasty cuts myself, heh. You kitties pay good prices for that stuff."
Female Kittymorph  Kira offers Glyph a piece of fresh meat from her pack. "Here, try some. Fresh meat is the best, better raw. Oh, and the name's Kira. Nice to meet you." She rips off a sliver of meat for herself and takes a dainty bite.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin kindly accepts the offer. It has been almost an hour since he had some frash meat. His servo arms immediately begin picking at it, and he waves them off and curses at them. "Right basters, let me have a meal!" before gobboling the thing down.
Female Kittymorph  Kira nods her head. "Yes, we take our meat seriously. However, I'm learning to perfect my skills so I won't waste as much meat. I've got quite the appetite." She tears off a larger chunk of meat and chews thoughtfully. "I should learn how to cook too."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin wipes his mouth, then realigns his jaw again. "Thankya kindly, that was right good. Not so sure about the cooking myself, seems pretty unneccesary, but what d'I know, heh."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin does seem to enjoy the conversation, though. "So, on a scale of 1 to a hunnerd, about how well do you think ya are at this butchery thing? I like to think I'm a pretty good hand at it myself, wouldn't mind chatting about the finer details sometime."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin mms to himself as he thinks about cutting up some delicious meat. Especially extracting those... mmmm... He lets out a low "braaaains", almost under his breath.
Female Kittymorph  Kira tils her head. "Well, the thing is I have quite the weakness for the steak back in the cafe. But it doesn't come cheap. Better off learning to get my own steak than going bankrupt over food."
Female Fennecmorph  Fairly Foxish Krys Snowfur slinks in, her tail flicking absently behind her.
Female Kittymorph  Kira says "As for butchering, I'm about 67% there. Need some more practice. I waste too much time looking only for the good stuff which then leads to waste. Gotta learn to handle my meat more gently.""
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin gives a nod. "Personally, I'm most fond of the headcheese and the parts... " He gets distracted. That's one of the ladies he met in the clan hall! "Heya, Krys, how goes!"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin tries to regain his focus. "Huh, you might be a head of me then, to be honest - I'm probably only doing half as well as I can."
Female Kittymorph  Kira chuckles. Her left ear perks as Glyph moans "brains". She's slightly worried but not too much. Perhaps she should look into getting some fresh brains. They did taste quite good either in a stew or fried and smothered in hot sauce.
Female Fennecmorph  <Bay>Fairly Foxish Krys Snowfur sneaksneaks herself up behind Rose, and deftly ties a bow around one of her ears.Offline Female Fennecmorph  Fairly Foxish Krys Snowfur, spotted! She draws up short, peering until she spots Gylph. "Oh, hey!" she calls.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin chuckles a bit. "It takes so long sometimes, I get a bit distracted and start eating halfway through. Gotta learn to have some patience, heh."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin beckons Krys over, though his beckon sort of dies halfway when he sees she's already distracted. "So, Kira, you know Krys, right?" They're both morphs, right, so that makes sense? Morphs all know each other. Yeah, that makes sense.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin looks around. "Err... forget that. So, this is my first time in town - have the time to show me around? I'd be interested in checking out any of the interesting sites..."
Female Kittymorph  Kira finishes her chunk of meat and looks up, as if trying to imagine the places she's been. "Well, I don't know much about geography myself. I just stick to the places I know. That and the Jungle. Needs to get my daily dose of fresh, bloody meat."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin gives a lopsided grin. Damn jaw, he needs to sew that back up when he has a minute. "I only meant around town, really. Like, what's that big treehouse place up there?"
Female Kittymorph  Kira says "It's either here or New Home that I mostly visit. Oh, and there's that cafe just south of New Home that has the most amazing coffee.""
Female Kittymorph  Kira ooo's and looks up at the said treehouse. "Not sure really, I rarely go up there. Which is sad since I grew up here. Heh... Well, if you want we can explore together."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin smiles. "Sounds good to me! Let's go check out that tree house, heh!" he puts his muscles into gear and trudges over. "If ya feel like an easy when, we could even make it a race, heh."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin goes back and swats a typo gremlin. Win, damn it, not when. He's not even sure if that counts as a typo..
Female Kittymorph  Kira giggles. The thought of racing Glyph was.... amusing to say the least. But she was rather drained from all the butchering. "Nah. Let's just head on over. Have some tea or something when we get there. My treat." With that, Kira gets up and climbs.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin shambles along behind.


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---Up in a Tree---
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Female Kittymorph  Kira climbs up and looks around. She notes that the place is pretty empty. Ah, better that way since there were just too many people back at the Outpost. She beginning to get a headache.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin moves up the ladder at a good clip thanks to his servo arms. Would have given him some trouble without 'em... zombies aren't really built for climbing. Tends to make limbs pop off... "Heh, it's pretty nice in here."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin takes in his surroundings, and finally plops himself down on one of the pillows, gesturing for Kira to join him. "Nice lil' respite from the hustle and bustle below, ah think."
Female Kittymorph  Kira hisses at a gremlin. She insert s "was" before "beginning". Stupid little things.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin swats at the gremlin as it flees past. "Hmm... they sell drinks here, nice. Ya' said ya wanted some tea, yeah?" Thinks a bit. "Been having a good amount of tea lately, just had some with a Lady named Akitsu yesterday. Tea's good, heh."
Female Kittymorph  Kira saunters over and plops heavily on a pillow next to him. "Yeah, you're right. Kinda sad I didn't come here sooner." She stretches and yawns, her fangs glistening. "And also glad for the quiet here. The noise below was too much."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin nods, and glances over at the menu. "Hmm... some Cider... and some Tiger Balm, heh? I wonder what that could be."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin grins. "And don't spend no time being sad ya' didn't come sooner, it takes away the time ya could be spending enjoyin' the fact yer here now."
Female Kittymorph  Kira violently shaker her head. "Oh no, Tiger Balm is not for the faint of heart. It tends to make one....violent." And as she finished her sentence, orders one for herself. Yum. Like drinking minty acid.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin raises an eyebrow.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "While I'm usually not one to turn down such a blatant challenge, heh, I'm not much in the mood for anything but relaxin' at the moment." He orders something more soothing.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin chuckles a bit. "If it seems nice once it gets here, of course, I reserve t'right to change my mind. Heh."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin orders a cider, and gives a quick nod to the offer of adding a mouse. He likes this place.
Female Kittymorph  Kira smiles, and then lets out a sigh. "Yeah, relaxing up in a tree with good company is the best way to live life." Spotting Miu-Miu with her order, Kira gets up and pays the Kittymorphy. She also slips a few more req coins and sneakily pays for Glyph.
Female Kittymorph  Kira returns with a large glass of Tiger Balm at hand. The thing looks rather vile, the color very similar to a ghastly sewage green. Like a champ, Kira chugs the thing in one shot. She puckers as the liquid shoots down her throat and down her intestines.
Female Kittymorph  Kira pounds the floor with her fist until the tingly burning sensation subsides. "Hooooooo-boy! That as some strong kick! More so than some of the worst moonshine I've had back in the day. Damn!" Kira winces as she tries to get rid of the bitter taste.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin chuckles a bit at her reaction, and then his own drink arrives. When Miu doesn't ask for reqs, he assumes she's started him up a tab. How nice! "Seems like it. I reckon I'll have to try one myself before ah I leave."
Female Kittymorph  Kira, unable to take it anymore, scampers over and orders a jug of cider. She swallows half of the sweet liquid before returning to her pillow. "Oh sugartitties, that was nasty! But in a good way. Heheh" She slowly sips the rest of her cider.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin takes a long drink of his cup, the cider refreshing but not overpowering.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin doesn't notice that amount of it dribbling through a fresh tear in one cheek, getting all over his rabbit suit and the pillow/
Female Kittymorph  Kira watches Glyph from the corner of her eyes and notices a small stream of cider flowing from what seems to be a hole in his cheek. "Um, you seem to have gotten some on your face Glyph." She searches a bit and hands him a bunch of napkins she found.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin curses as he puts down his glass. "Darnation, I hate when that happens." He cleans up best he can with the offered napkins. "Oh, I got to say, ah liked that curse of yours. Sugartitties, heh. Might have to try that one out on the jungle."
Stirring Fish sits up from her sleeping place in a nest of pillows off to the side. She stretches and yawns, ending in a high, almost canine sound, and then gets up.
Female Kittymorph  Kira giggles as the poor man tries to clean himself up. "Here, let me help." Grabbing a few more napkins, she begins to dab his sticky cheek. "Funny you think sugartitties is a curse. I just say it when I do something stupid."
Stirring Fish smiles at the two contestants, both vaguely familiar- that one 'morph from the waterpistol fight the other day, but a zombie, and some female Kittymorph she's seen once or twice, gives a little wave, and climbs down the ladder.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin waves, though he's not sure who it was that just went by. "Well, maybe not a coarse one. More of an adorable one, perhaps? Thanks for the help with the napkins there." His arms sway jealously, and fold up. Fine, let someone else dry you off.
Female Kittymorph  Kira gives a brief wave as a female with green ears climbs down the ladder. Huh, where has she seen her before? Shaking her head, Kira focuses back on cleaning up the mess. She watches curiously as the arms on Glyph's back fold up. Where they always there?
Female Kittymorph  Kira punts a gremlin and takes out the "h" to make "where" into "were".
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin just smiles. "Anyways, the jaws going bad lately, need to get someone to stitch it up eventually. Patch up the hole too." he leans back on the pillow, content to just relax a while.
Female Kittymorph  Kira sets her empty cup on the ground next to her before lying down. "Really? Is that why I noticed you suddenly developed an accent? Or is that just me?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin chuckles a bit. "Well, that may be the booze, heh. I've always a bit of an odd accent, came from being raised in one of them international schools. T'wer zombie sprogs from all over the world there."
Female Kittymorph  Kira fidgets a bit. Unable to find a suitable pillow for her head, Kira slinks over and rest her head on Glyph's lap. "Ahhh much better. Oh, unless you mind...."
Female Kittymorph  Kira stares up at Glyph with giant, dialated kittymorph eyes. Aww, how can you say no to a face like that?
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin grins like a fool, giving her a few skritches behind the ears. She's absolutely adorable.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffinsays "Not at'all."
Female Kittymorph  Kira instinctively begins to purr. The rumblings grow stronger as Glyph's fingers work magic on her ears. She's purring so loud that his lap is slightly vibrating from all the purring. "Mewr...Mmmm, that's the spot."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin is pretty relaxed now. "Gotta say, I'm pretty glad I ran into ya today, Kira. This has been a nice little break from the jungle and chaos of the Island. Heh, I could spend a couple days up here like this."
Female Kittymorph  Kira mumbles incoherently. "Mrgral....muffins...jackal....putooty..." She manages to understand some of Glyph's words. "Re-really? You need to get out of the...mewr...jungle more mate. Breaks are... purrrrr...nice."
Female Kittymorph  Kira lazily bats at Glyph's head, giggling as she play's with one of the bunny ears. "Silly bunny. The Jungle is no place for a cutey pie like you!" Yes, she has finally succumbed to the scritches, resulting in poo-brain. Kira giggles again.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin laughs. "Yeah, heh, I guess I needed this. Though I'm not s'sure safe I right safe dressed as a prey animal in Kittania, hah! I imagine the jungle is nothing to a ferocious jungle cat like you though, right?" he winks.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin's servo arms sneak out to see what's going on. They are quickly mesmerized by the ear being batted back and forth, following it first one way, then the other, then the other...
Female Kittymorph  Kira, still with poo-brain, blushes at the compliment. "Me? A jungle kitty? Aw, you sure can sweet talk a girl. Though I am pretty good at being a cat." She pauses and blinks innocently at Glyph. Suddenly she goes all out and lets out the cutest "mew".
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin swats some typo gremlins. "I mean to say, Not s'sure how safe I feel dressed as, right."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin almost melts. It's too adorable. He says so. "It's too adorable. Now I've gone and melted. All my zombie muscles ha'stopped working. I'm a barely holding on to the willpower to avoid moaning things that end in aaaaaain over here."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin collapses into the pillow, chuckling.
Female Kittymorph  Kira smiles mischievously. "You're darn right Mister Bunny. In fact, you look rather delicious." Lifting herself up a few inches, Kira inches closer to Glyph's face and licks him on his right cheek. She plops back down, giggling at herself. Silly kitty.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin tries his best to look terrified through his chuckles. "I'm right doomed, aren't I? A fierce jungle cat versus a poor little rabbite like me. Never stood a chance, nope."
Female Kittymorph  Kira begins to slowly recover her senses now that scritch time was over. "Perhaps you could be a rabid rabbit. That'll make 'em pause a minute before eating you." She chuckles. Oh gushers, she forgot how silly she became from scritches.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin's eyes widen! "But what's this?" he says, pulling something from under the pillow and hiding it in his hands.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin makes sure to shield it from Kira's eyes. It is far too horrible for her to see!
Female Kittymorph  Kira ponders. Then again, she was also quite a silly drunk. But that was for another time. Kira starts to stretch but stops when Glyph suddenly pulls something from under the pillow. What could it be? Her natural curious nature was getting the best of her.
Female Kittymorph  Kira clambers over and tries to peek at the mysterious object. "Whatcha got there? Can I see? Please?"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin quickly passes it to his servo arms, who dutifully hide it behind his back. "Nevermind, forget I said anything! Where were we?" He grins.
Female Kittymorph  Kira wails in a manner of a five year old. "Noooooooooo! Tha's not fair. I wanna see!" She attempts to claim the object, climbing swiftly onto the servo arms. "I wanna see! I'll be your best friend!"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "Okay, I suppose... it's..." he tosses it up in the air!
Female Kittymorph  Kira looks down at Glyph and gives him a sickeningly sweet smile. If all else fails, use bribery.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin then trackles Kira with tickles as a scrap of napkin flies over head. "It's ambush tickles! With a side of surprise skritches! Haha!"
Female Kittymorph  Kira gasps as he throws the object in the air. Like a flying squirrel jacked on Tiger Balm, Kira leaps into the air but is caught off guard by surprise attack! Oh noes! She falls flat on her back as she is tickled senseless. "Nooo! Must... hahaha.. get....
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin remains completely to oblivious to the fact that Miu-Miu may or may not be looking on with a glare of dissaproval over this tomfoolery in her peaceful little tree house. Heck, that look could mean anything! Maybe Miu is healous, heheheh.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin laughs as the napkin floats generously down to just within reach of Kira's paws - before one of his servo arms reaches out to snatch it, throwing it above her head on the floor.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin kicks the typo gremlin off of 'ealous' and slots a proper 'j' back in front.
Female Kittymorph  Kira makes little grasping motions in the general direction where the mystery object has fallen. She is slightly startled as a servo arm snatches the atrocious napkin and throws it at her head. She is slightly confused but takes the opportunity to escape.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin pretty muches collapses himself with laughter at this point as his own servo arms reach for the napkin and come up short, having suddenly decided they didn't want to throw it away after all. They finally snatch it back by dragging him a couple inches.
Female Kittymorph  Kira manages to crawl a few feet away, her body still very sensitive after all the tickling and scritching. She looks around, hoping for a sign of the mystery object's whereabouts. "I was sure it was around here somewhere....Oh puddingbutt, I can't recall"
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin just grins and raises an eyebrow. He didn't think she'd end up THIS distracted. "Kira, the surprise tickles and the napkin throwing WERE the mystery object." He chuckles.
Female Kittymorph  Kira turns around and just stares at Glyph with disbelief. "What? You...you...you sneaky bastard! And I though you were just a defenseless bunny! What a fool I was..." Kira lies flat on her back and loudly laughs. "Oh, you got me good."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin grins. "Tables turned, hunter becomes the hunted! Jungle kitty bested by bunny! I can see it in all the newspapers now."
Female Kittymorph  Kira stops laughing and looks up to stare at Glyph. "Oh hell no. You shall not live to tell the tale!" With a burst of speed, Kira rushes over and starts tickling the pants off of Glyph. Well, not literally because that would be indecent.
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin crawls over and licks her in return. "Curses, you don't taste like carrots at all! All that effort for naught."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin tries too say that anyways, but falls prey to a vicious counter attack! He was a fool!
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin says "I was... hahahaha... a fool... hoohoo... to think... hehehe... I could best... haha... the jungle cat! How wrong I was!
Female Kittymorph  Kira stops tickling Glyph and sits triumphantly on his stomach. "You bet your bunny-tailed ass. I am Kira, Supreme Lioness of the Jungle!" With that she attempts to sound a mighty roar but stops as she catches Miu-Miu's glare. "Okay, perhaps not..."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin just smiles, exhausted. "You'll get no more arguments from me, nope. Undisputed supreme, even without the roars." He nods over to the couches. "I think I'm about due for a nap though, cider went straight to my head in exactly the wrong way."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin chuckles. "I'm sure she's used to patrons snoozing, so I'll probably snuggle on up over there and sleep it off for a while. Haven't slept in days."
Male Zombie  Glyph McGriffin lies down on one of the couches, and falls right to sleep.
Female Kittymorph  Kira shakes out of her stupor. She notices that Glyph was long gone to the land of dreams. She yawns. Best get some rest herself. Gathering a few blankets, she curls up on a pile of pillows. She falls asleep, dreaming of dancing steaks.

[Magentawolf]

Eh, except that you do get hit, and pretty often on the higher ranks. I've got the best armour I can (+16) with the midget bonus, and they hit me all the time. It's usually for small numbers, but the frequency of the 'semi' strong attacks that knock off half the stamina of a telegraphed strong hit is rising alarmingly.

It miiiiiight be worthwhile to pump up the duration first, so that once we unlock the actual buff part, it'll be more then just a minor annoyance.

As is, I love my KittyBike for the first 20 rounds in the day..

Why am I not suprised in the slightest, hah.

I do think attack is probably the best start buff., and then we should combine it with HP drain to save money on healing and synergize with the attack boost, heh. Considering defense usually involves not getting hit, I'm beginning to suspect damage reflect will not be that great, especially as we get more powerful.

[GlyphGryph]

Maybe a good point, hmm... I'd not really considered how things might be different at stronger ranks. I guess we'd have to do a number comparison to see what the relative advantages are, and which one is most likely to raise the DPS. And I suppose health regen would be a lot less useful at higher levels due to the increased health amounts being worked with. Hmmm.