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 It doesn’t have a name, not officially anyway. No one knows where it came from or how long it’s been drifting through space. The wrecks of countless starships, derelict space stations, and cavern-riddled asteroids from all corners of the galaxy have been fused together by gravity and time into one behethomic mass. You and the other inhabitants of this gargantuan piece of junk call it the Heap. Maybe you are descended from colonists whose ships never made it to the promised land. Or maybe you started as a would-be scavenger and found yourself stranded within this massive ruin. Whatever brought you here, you have made a life for yourself. Resources are few, gravity and air are not to be taken for granted, and you are very much not alone within the twisting corridors that thread vein-like through the space hulk. Welcome to the Heap.  Information Recruiting: Recruiting will be open for a week. I am looking for no more than four players. As per the rules, there will be only one of each playbook but don't let that stop you from submitting a playbook you're interested in if someone else has submitted one already. Playbooks: Whatever you want! I’d prefer Core + LE, but if someone wants to throw in a Juggernaut or whatever, feel free. Characters: You don't have to be human. Unless you’re playing the Quarantine, you have been on the Heap either your entire life, or long enough that you’ve settled in. The Quarantine should be the only one going “Whoa! What is this place?! Huh?” Reskinning: Reskin equipment however you like to fit the setting, just make sure that it still works with the tags attached to it. SPACE HULK SPACE HULK SPACE HULK: This game has nothing to do with GW’s SPACE HULK or WH40K. So please, no Space Marines or Tyranids or whatever.
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Sister Clarity, the Touchstone Woman, survival wear, mournful face, steady eyes, solid body Do you remember His Will? The most glorious battleship the Bastion sector's ever seen. Six and a half kilometers long, one hundred thirty thousand men, one goal. We were to spread our Emperor's love throughout the galaxy, bringing His Light to the blind and His Wrath to the evil. But we were not worthy and due to our hubris, He tested us. We wrecked into the Heap close to one hundred kilohours ago now. A hundred thousand souls were sent to the Emperor for judgment upon impact. Many more of us were lost to hunger, illness, exposure, or madness. But we have persevered. I, Sister Clarity, Daughter of the Emperor, have persevered. And I will lead us back to the Light, stronger and purer than before. May the Emperor protect me. Cool+2, Hard+2, Hot=0, Sharp-1, Weird-1 Visionary Towering presence Indomitable Token of Hope: Golden Aquila, a symbol of the past that could yet to reborn dongsbot 9000 fucked around with this message at Jan 19, 2013 around 23:49 |
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 Jules, the Angel Look: Scrounge wear plus utility, haggard face, caring eyes, compact body I'd told the captain that this sector wasn't safe. He didn't listen. He'd said, "Jules, my boy (he called everyone that. I'm 37, by the way.), sometimes in life you need to take risks." He then ordered the crew to open fire on the colony ship we'd chased into the asteroid field. That probably comes as a surprise, huh? Me, serving with a bunch of pirates? I know you're probably curious, but that one's a bit longer story. Now, those of us on the Kashmir, that's what the ship was called by the way, don't normally go after colony ships. We usually attacked merchant vessels, ones that strayed a little too far from the safe routes at least. Things with tangible benefits, you know. Now, the captain talked about taking risks, but we'd only ever attacked the smaller ships. Didn't want to attract the attention of the big trade corporations, you see. That colony ship, it was one of the newer ones that only has numbers instead of a name, it was actually the biggest ship we've ever tried to take. At lot of the crew were a little wary about this, or I was at least, but the captain just wanted to charge on ahead. Well, to make a long story short, the colony ship dodged between the asteroids and we didn't. Got clipped right across the side. Well, all the systems turned red across the board at that point and I'd about had it with this, so I just up and got to the escape pods and left. The captain probably wasn't too pleased but at that point I didn't really give a drat, pardon the language. Now, the pod drifted for a while. I wasn't too familiar with this part of space, but I figure there was enough food on the pod to last for a while. Eventually I came across this big old blip on the radar. Tried to avoid it but it seemed to have its own gravity and- well, you can probably guess what it was at this point. So, that's how I wound up here on the Heap. This old hunk of junk don't have its own navigation, and it seemed like a real dog-eat-dog kinda place. As a "fresh off the pod" kinda guy I needed some way to make myself needed, so I'm less likely to get shot or something. Now, the pod was well stocked with medical supplies, and I knew first aid, so why not be a doctor? I never took no oath or nothing but the people here didn't seem too picky. Well, turns out I fit right in! Now, that leg feeling any better? Cool-1 Hard+1 Hot=0 Sharp+2 Weird+1 Moves: All the basic moves. Professional compassion: You can choose to roll+sharp instead of roll+Hx when you help someone who's rolling. Battlefield grace: While you are caring for people, not fighting, you get +1armor. Gear: • Angel Kit • Standard-Issue Sidearm (2-harm close loud) • Worn combat vest (1-armor) • 1 barter consisting of miscellaneous medical supplies, spare ammo, and a single shiny trumpet. red plastic cup fucked around with this message at Jan 26, 2013 around 04:19 |
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Augustus Corsair the 3rd Hardholder Ahh my hold, New Roma, my father passed it down to me as his father passed it to him. 150 souls strong and bustling with activity, as much farming as possible, we gather what we can, we even have a working manufacturing plant. I know they wish they had more free time but I try to provide for their bloodthirsty entertainment wishes, I am nothing if not a caring and generous leader. I have provided them with an arena and all the bloodsports they desire(not to the death of course, I would like to keep my people alive after all).My personal gang of vicious bloodthirsty guards is armed with sophisticated and extensive weaponry and are a force to be reckoned with as well so you can feel safe within our welcoming walls. All you need to do is apply for citizenship! what could be easier? Just sign the dotted line, initial here, here, and here, oh and prick your finger like this and just initial here with the blood. Good. Some random non New Roma citizen - "New Roma? Stay the gently caress away from those savage , bloodthirsty animals. The whole loving town! Hyenas all of em." pre:Look:Hard face, Cold eyes barely concealing rage and disdain. Dresses luxuriously in all the latest fashions and keeps himself meticulously groomed. Cool: +1 Hard: +2 Hot: +1 Sharp: +1 Weird: -2 Moves: All the basic moves Leadership Wealthy Gear: A Normal Handgun 2-harm close loud HOLD: New Roma Size 150 Surplus 1-barter Gigs: Hunting, Crude Farming,Scavenging,Manufactory Want: Hungry,Idle,Savagery Gang: Town Guards Size-Large(60) Harm: 4 Armor: 1(2 if defending hold) Want: Savagery HX: Hx Jules +3 Gardener +2 Suther -1 Negev -1 CapitalistPig fucked around with this message at Jan 28, 2013 around 20:23 |
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  Estelle, the Driver Heap’s no place for a woman. There’re women here, make no mistake, and a fair number of ‘em have gone far and accomplished much to carve their niche; out of metal or flesh or whatever. A lot of women, though, end up in hardholds as pleasure slaves, or are gang bitches, or simply disappear. Estelle was young, hardly 4 or 5 when her colony ship collided with the heap. She lost her father in the crash, her mother to a gang, and the only thing that saved her own hide was escaping into the small spaces where men, and sometimes women, can’t reach. She grew up clambering through vents, scavenging for food, avoiding small hurty things in the dark, and watching the other folk in the Heap. She gradually had to leave her most favorite smaller spaces and was thrust more into the open but still she managed to avoid capture until one day she made her meager fortune. Hiding on top of some discarded containers she witnessed a brutal gang war. Survivors drifted off into the Heap and she followed one battered soul till he returned to his grav truck. Maybe he was a leader or something, she thought as she slit his throat from the shadows. She took the keys to his ride, his magnum, and his clothes. Now she had a trade, aside from her body of course, and the food got better. It still wasn’t easy but she could fool some with her short cut hair, male clothing, and raspy disused voice and had a gun for the others and in the absolute worst case, she could escape in her truck. It could reach better hiding places too, and had cushions, so she slept better. It was sealed so she could make very short jaunts across vacuum and she was more than willing to take risks. She started earning a reputation for making the deliveries no one else could. pre:Looks Woman, leather wear, worn face, hard eyes, slim body Stats Cool+1 Hard-2 Hot=0 Sharp+2 Weird+1 Moves basic moves + A no poo poo driver: when behind the wheel... ...if you do something under fire, add your car’s power to your roll. ...if you try to seize something by force, add your car’s power to your roll. ...if you go aggro, add your car’s power to your roll. ...if you try to seduce or manipulate someone, add your car’s looks to your roll. ...if you help or interfere with someone, add your car’s power to your roll. ...if someone interferes with you, add your car’s weakness to their roll. Daredevil: if you go straight into danger without hedging your bets, you get +1armor. If you happen to be leading a gang or convoy, it gets +1armor too. Gear Magnum (3-harm close reload loud), oddments worth 2-barter, leather outfit resembling a flight suit Car: Profile Power+2 Looks+1 2-armor Weakness+2 Frame Pickup Strengths Rugged, workhorse Look Powerful Weaknesses Slow, cramped (cabin is cramped)
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 Negev, Brainer Look: Man, High Formal Wear, Smooth Face, Caring Eyes, Soft Body Attunement. It’s an interesting word, you know? Most people that I hear talk about it are the engineers, the mechanics, the system operators. They wonder how they can get each part in line with the next, minimizing or maximizing the vibrations, the signal, or the spikes. But me, look at me. Done. Attunement. I know you already. Add you to the tally. I will know everyone, know the secrets of the Heap. And when I know all there is to be known, then I can depart. They say nobody leaves. I say nobody's quite like me. I will have my apotheosis, or I will die. The Heap is deadly, and I haven't died yet...as far as I know. Stats: Cool+1 Hard-2 Hot-1 Sharp+2 Weird+2 Moves: Casual Brain Receptivity: when you read someone, roll+weird instead of roll+sharp. Your victim has to be able to see you, but you don’t have to interact. Direct-brain whisper projection: you can roll+weird to get the effects of going aggro, without going aggro. Your victim has to be able to see you, but you don’t have to interact. If your victim forces your hand, your mind counts as a weapon (1-harm ap close loud-optional). Gear: Small fancy weapon: Antique Handgun (2-harm close reload loud valuable)  Brainer Gear: brain relay (area close hi-tech) For purposes of brainer moves, if someone can see your brain relay, they can see you. pain-wave projector (1-harm ap area loud reload hi-tech) Goes off like a reusable grenade. Hits everyone but you. Oddments worth 5-barter fashion suitable to your look, including at your option a piece worth 1-armor: A variety of suits as seen above, with monocrys linings for 1-armor. HX: Jules +1 Augustus +3 Gardener +3 Suther -1 Experience: [X] [X] [X] [ ] [ ] (0) Captain Foo fucked around with this message at Feb 5, 2013 around 03:14 |
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Gardener, the Maestro D’  I know how you feel, dearie. I really do. Sad to say, your story ain't too different from the ones I hear a hundred times over. It ain't a secret, the Heap's a mess that brings tragedy every day. The gangers take what they want at the expense of all else. The holds fight wars and tear each other apart for scraps of little there is. And those who brave the depths, the really foolish ones? Nine out of ten, they never come back. Probably end getting eaten by... things. Awful, really awful stuff. But all this talk about leaving? Don't do that to yourself. The merchant trawlers charge for that more than we can salvage in years. Even if you stow away on or got the pity of their crew, where are you going to go? Space life is a dead end, hon, and there ain't no paradise world out there. They always tell you there's one out there, but we already had a paradise centuries ago. God made it for us in seven days. And we messed it up. Look. I can't bring back your family, no one can. All I ask is that you give me a chance to ease the pain. Stay here at my oxygen farm. My father's mother's sister kept this place working since they first crashed into the Heap. she knew better than to escape. Shee made a life here, passed what she knew of farming an' all that to her sons and daughters and all the way to me. We can make this farm thrive better than anyone else. We provide our own oxygen, our own food, and trade it with the holds for protection. That's right, no one can hurt you here. Not anymore. And you'll never have to worry about scourging for supper again. Everyone here's friendly, you'll find no shortage of company here. I just ask for you work for your meal. Lamprey can show you a bit on how to tend the gardens, mind the tanks, maybe eventually you'll learn how to cultivate our... medicinal herbs. Something for me, something for you, as long as you decide to stay here. That's fair, right? Just... think about it, at least. Hang out a while, see how we do it and how we live. Maybe you could get lucky, and find something great for yourself out there. But ain't it much better to make our own paradise right here at home? pre:Look Woman, tattered wear, expressive face, frank eyes, lean body, quick hands Stats Cool+1* Hard-1 Hot+2* Sharp=0 Weird+1 Moves
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Professor Loss You all have come here for one thing and one thing alone, truth and faith. I can give you one but not the other, that is on you, and your need to seek it. Do you think that I have taught and nurtured you through out these hard times for nothing? NO! You are here my students to make this place better, and rebuild what we have lost. Adrift we all were lost in space and the mind until I was shown the light and the way and sent to teach you. Do not worry if you have doubt, all knowledge gives doubt my dears. Doubt is what lets you know you are thinking, but listen to me and I teach and show you the way. We came here desperate, the ship broken and battered, our oxygen running out. Desperation was our only principle and guide, but my father came and gave the light that showed us the way here. And now our home is part of this station, this world, this heaven. It might not feel that way, it might feel like it is a steel hell, a tome, but it is not. We have the power to reform it, as my Father saw the light so do I and I will bring you all into the light of knowledge. I am the torch bearer for you all, and you all provide me with the light of truth so we need one another! It is through you that I myself can see the way, remember this and rejoice! In the darkness, the light of knowledge will reign. Never forget this. Character Sheet Name: Professor Loss Playbook: Hocus Look: Man, formal vestments, determined face, Mesmerizing eyes,lanky body Stats: Cool-1 Hard+1 Hot=0 Sharp+1 Weird+3 Moves: Fortune fortune, surplus and want all depend on your followers. At the beginning of the session, roll+fortune. On a 10+, your followers have surplus. On a 7–9, they have surplus, but choose 1 want. On a miss, they are in want. If their surplus lists barter, like 1-barter or 2-barter, that’s your personal share loving wacknut +1 Wierd Frenzy When you speak the truth to a mob, roll+weird. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7–9, hold 1. Spend your hold 1 for 1 to make the mob: • bring people forward and deliver them. • bring forward all their precious things. • unite and fight for you as a gang (2-harm 0-armor size appropriate). • fall into an orgy of uninhibited emotion: loving, lamenting, fighting, sharing, celebrating, as you choose. • go quietly back to their lives. On a miss, the mob turns on you. Gear Well made old robes worth +1 Armor Laser Pistol (2-harm close loud) (Based off 9mm) Hx Followers: My Students travel with me, My Students: are dedicated to you. Surplus: +1barter, and replace want: desertion with want: hunger. taken as a body, constitute a powerful psychic antenna. Surplus: +augury rely entirely on you for their lives and needs. Want: +desperation. disdain fashion, luxury and convention. Want: +disease. Stats of Followers: fortune+1 surplus: +1barter +augury want: hunger +desperation +disease Axe-man fucked around with this message at Jan 22, 2013 around 06:15 |
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 I need help, I can't decide on a playbook for this person  Either that or maybe I should scrap this picture entirely and roll up a Battlebabe agh
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Savvyhead, Hocus, Hardholder, or Maestro'D.
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Tollymain posted:
Looks like a chopper to me.
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Tollymain posted:
Skinner
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Oh baby  Joking aside I think I'll probably stat them up as a Savvyhead. Never can have too many Weird playbooks right 
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Tollymain posted:
Gunlugger, Operator, Hardholder
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Blurry was thinking of possibly submitting a Rat-Pack, but I didn't want to build a guy(s) who wouldn't get picked. I know a Rat Pack kind of has the potential to change the game slightly, so would you be alright with one in the game or should I sit this one out?
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Captain_Indigo posted:Blurry was thinking of possibly submitting a Rat-Pack, but I didn't want to build a guy(s) who wouldn't get picked. I know a Rat Pack kind of has the potential to change the game slightly, so would you be alright with one in the game or should I sit this one out? I'm not too familiar with the playbook - let me look it over before I give an answer EDIT: There are some great submissions so far. I'm going to whip up some questions to ask to get to know the characters a little better. BlurryMystr fucked around with this message at Jan 22, 2013 around 23:56 |
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He'd been told it was an easy windowsmasher. That Suther was going to be busy, that even if he was discovered he'd be able to get back out no problem. Suther was a fat gently caress, slow as all hell. All true. He still should never have taken the job. The cage was dropping faster. He'd seen the first tripwire, probably hooked up to a noisemaker. He'd quietly walked around the sleeping guard-thing (seriously what the hells kind of things was Suther breeding and just leaving lying around the place? He'd never seen anything like that anywhere else in the Heap). What he didn't see was the other one slowly descending from the ceiling before it snatched him up with a gurgling chirp. Suther had laughed wetly when it dragged him to his feet, given a command in a unfamiliar language and gestured the thing away. Now he was sitting in a gibbet over a vat of 'tentaclepuppies', slowly dropping. The questions had stopped hours ago. He'd thought maybe if he spilled his guts he'd keep the real ones. Guess not. One of the little mutants sprang up and caught the bottom of the cage by a claw. A moment later it was squeezing its rubbery head through the bottom, beak snapping for his feet before being rendered jelly by his boot. The little corpse fell back into the mass of its brethren to be torn apart immediately. That was probably a mistake. Now they were all gurgling and barking, a boiling mass of tentacles and claws and beaks. Game over. Try again? Y/N Suther the Savvyhead Look: Man, scrounge wear plus tech, heavily tattooed face, appraising eyes, very fat body Stats: Cool=0 Hard-1 Hot-1 Sharp+2 Weird+2 Gear: Dingy white wifebeater, utilikilt. Stunner (close, s-harm). Oddments worth 3-barter (Suther's known for having freaky pets. He's also known for making some drat good gumbo. Some of his ingredients are 'one-of-a-kind'. Some taste drat good, some can keep you going for days, some'll make you trip balls, etc. Workspace: Suther's got a weird little domain down in one of the darker crevasses of the Heap. He's got a controlled growing environment, a relic of the golden age past, and enough crude boobytraps and freakish pets to thoroughly ruin somebody's day. Moves: Reality’s fraying edge: some component of your workspace, or some arrangement of components, is uniquely receptive to the world’s psychic maelstrom (+augury). Choose and name it, Oftener right: when a character comes to you for advice, tell them what you honestly think the best course is. If they do it, they take +1 to any rolls they make in the doing, and you mark an experience circle. They don't pronounce it sooth-er for nothing. Hx: Negev: -2 Gardener: 0 Jules: 0 Augustus: +3 Tl;dr Savvyhead as a weird fusion of mad scientist and voodoo man. Tollymain fucked around with this message at Feb 23, 2013 around 01:48 |
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Captain Indigo: I'm cool with the Rat Pack. Go for it! Sister Clarity, last week you had to make an example out of Corbett. What did he do and how did you dispense the Emperor's justice upon him for all to witness? Jules, when Turk died on your table (may that bastard rest in peace), he whispered something to you before he croaked. What was it? Augustus Corsair, is New Roma the name of the ship that has become your domain, or is it just what you call the area of the Heap your family has carved out? Some of those void worshipers recently applied for citizenship, you know the ones, they wear those heavy robes all the drat time and you can never see their faces. Why did you deny their admission? Estelle, why is Grome up your rear end about that last run you did for him? Negev, what for you is the most tantalizing mystery of the Heap and have you made any progress towards solving it? Gardener, Fauna used to work for you and then she left to do her own thing. Now she's back. What does she want this time? Professor Loss, why do you tell your Students to stay away from the wreckage of the Venture? Suther, what's your "relic of a golden age past?" What's your latest project?
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BlurryMystr posted:Augustus Corsair, is New Roma the name of the ship that has become your domain, or is it just what you call the area of the Heap your family has carved out? Some of those void worshipers recently applied for citizenship, you know the ones, they wear those heavy robes all the drat time and you can never see their faces. Why did you deny their admission? "Man, New Roma is called New Roma,because my Fuckin' Great,Great,Great,Great,Great Grampa Julius Corsair was captain of the Roma when it crashed into this pisshole and we've been here for a long rear end time now and it's all we know. I just need to knock up one of these crazy bitches here so I can get a son to pass it on to." "Seriously? You gotta ask me why I didn't let those fuckin' freaks in here? They make my skin crawl. I don't like weird poo poo in New Roma, I don't like weird poo poo in general and those Void freaks are weird with a capital gently caress you." He shudders and grimaces.
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quote:Suther, what's your "relic of a golden age past?" What's your latest project? I don't know what that thing is, that shining unmarred light. Not yet. I've been trying to figure it out for years, but this thing is older than the Heap, possibly older than humanity. For all I know I'm like a cockroach trying to comprehend a pulse drive. *reaches into a bucket of water on the table absentmindedly, pulls out a small wriggling thing and slides it into his mouth, chews thoughtfully.* As for my current work, a woman came to me, asked me for an animal to guard her home and to keep her company. Very specific, she was; but she's as wealthy as one can be in this wretched place, so she can make all of the demands she likes. I would be done already, were it not for one of her specifications rendering another impossible. So far, anyway. I'll find a way around it in time. Suther's an affable monster of a man, talks like a poet or a scientist and has the morals (and appetite) of any of his creations.
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BlurryMystr posted:Gardener, Fauna used to work for you and then she left to do her own thing. Now she's back. What does she want this time? I don't really expect folks to stay in the Farm forever, but I do make sure they come out of here with something good. Maybe they get some seeds and set new in some artificial biome, or gain a new POV to beat whatever funk drove them here to start with. Any little thing to make the Heap a better place, you get me? I can't share all my secrets, but I spread them all across the folks I meet, enough to work with. Fauna... well, there's always a Fauna that comes by every so often, I suppose. The type that ain't okay with just what I give them, asking more than she needs, more which others can have better use for. I let her off before with the knowledge of how to prepare medicine out of some of the... curious Heap plants growing in the rocks out there. She's good at it, too. Can probably save a lot of people with the meds she can make. She came back after a long while. I asked her what's wrong, and she just started to ask whether I could teach more. More about making the addicting stuff that lets you feel peace and feel your mind explode. I told her she knew enough to do good. She didn't agree. My staff threw her out when she almost hit me with that monitor. I caught a whiff of that new scent on her as she left. Smoky cinnamon. From the sort of cigars Rolfball smokes at my face when he comes to get at me. Someone's been with the wrong company. TurninTrix fucked around with this message at Jan 23, 2013 around 09:35 |
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BlurryMystr posted:Sister Clarity, last week you had to make an example out of Corbett. What did he do and how did you dispense the Emperor's justice upon him for all to witness? "Scout Corbett was the only survivor of the assumed-lost Scout Squad XI. He returned to our settlement approximately two hundred hours ago, six hundred and fifty hours after his team's expected return. He did not look...well. He claimed that an ambush killed the rest of his squad. Upon interrogation, he admitted that he survived only due to his cowardice, abandoning his team in the middle of combat. Furthermore, I discovered a physical mutation on his body, indicating spiritual corruption. I suspect he was unintentionally exposed to the corrupting nature of the Warp in his flight away from his brothers' last stand. After interrogation, he showed sincere remorse and promised to redouble his devotion to the Emperor. Due to his honest regret, I delivered the Emperor's Mercy and turned his body over to Confessor Grimm for disposal. May the Emperor forgive him." dongsbot 9000 fucked around with this message at Jan 23, 2013 around 18:30 |
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BlurryMystr posted:
It would be better to ask why a mouse should stay away from a mouse trap, or a seeker from a liar. The Venture holds all of those and more, and how could anyone expect different with the Randio brothers there. Lurking amongst the ruined and insipid hold of what was once a voyager among the starts. They speak of turf and ownership as if those were things that could be obtained through physical means. No, my students and I know that the only true ownership of all is of the Mind. I will not let my students go through the temptations of the Randios, Marc and Nick would not take too kindly to attentions to their sister Jasmine. I know much of temptation, but they? They fall into it without concern using those things without remorse or censure. They know that the animals not from the great source of life of Terra can alter their mind and many of other people have fallen into the trap of pleasure and mindlessness. Chemically induced insolvency! Who knows what that will lead them too. I might have fallen for it, but I seek something greater in life than just immediate pleasure. My students suffer for knowledge as do I, but together we are united. Those Randios know nothing but immediate and instant pleasure exhibited by their "Den" in the Venture. Whatever one of them wants they do, Jasmine and myself being a clear example. A fool does not know he made a mistake, a clever man knows when he made one and will not make one again. That is one mistake I will not make again.
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BlurryMystr posted:Jules, when Turk died on your table (may that bastard rest in peace), he whispered something to you before he croaked. What was it? Turk? Yeah, I remember the guy. Used to pal around with him back when I was still getting my bearings here on the Heap. Used to sing this weirdo song from way back, about some place that was called something but now its called something else, I think. Sounds about right anyway. Used to finish it off with a big "Ain't nobody's business but Turk's!". Quite a character he was. Now, Turk wasn't exactly "on the straight 'n narrow" if you know what I mean, but then again I don't s'pose too many people are, least not here anyway. Turk, he was.. well, no real way to get around it, Turk was a thief. Part of why he kept singing that song I imagine. Tried to play himself off as a harmless loony, you know the type. Turk was a terrible liar, though, hence the "ain't nobody's business" stuff. He figured he weren't actually lying if he said that when someone would come up to him and ask what he stole. Now, a life like that ain't no way to live. When you're just some harmless loony it means two things: one, that you got no one else to look out for you, and two, that you can't defend yourself well. This is what bit Turk in the rear end, pardon the phrase. Ran across a couple of hopped-up Scumheads and got beat real bad. Guy somehow manages to get back to my place on two legs, but by that point he's dripping blood all over and I don't have the heart to tell him he's a goner. I get him on one of my cots and sorta fuss over him, trying to look like I'm doing something. I grab a few pills that I got from an unidentified container, been trying to figure out what they do for a while now, and give him some. Turk starts blubbering about what a good guy I am and about how he's sorry he swiped my only thing of morphine. Now, that gets my attention. I had my guesses, but I figured Turk and me were close enough that he wouldn't steal from me. Guess I was wrong. Now, Turk's dying on my cot, but morphine is a real commodity here. I start interrogating the little rat, asking him what else he stole from me, and he starts rattling things off and my jaw just drops. He's been swiping my pen-lights, my nutrition bars, my spare ammo. Guy even swiped my stethoscope right off my desk! He sees that I'm mad and starts squealing about a stash he's got hidden back in the pipes. Says he don't fence nothing he steals 'cause then people would recognize him. Now, I don't consider myself a greedy man, but Turk's swiped a lot of stuff, and if that stash has got it all, well, that changes things a little. I ask him where the stash is, but he looks real weak and his voice is all soft. He asks me to get closer, so I do. I put my head right near his face and he whispers in my ear, "Ain't nobody's business but Turk's!" and gives me the widest grin I'd ever seen. Now, I am not by nature a violent man, but when that little rat grinned at me, I grabbed my pistol and blew his loving brains out right there. To this day I don't know if he was telling the truth about his secret stash, but I learned my lesson. I don't get too close to nobody these days.
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BlurryMystr posted:Estelle, why is Grome up your rear end about that last run you did for him? Grome is a bleeding idiot. Simple run right? I's supposed to meet his men after their job and run the valuables safe-like whilst they lose the loonies in the Heap. Drugs, cash, guns, typical stuff. Only he's got this lieutenant or whatever, Jender, with aspirations. 'Cides to keep most of it to himself. Gives me a something to carry, sure enough. It's all crated up, loonies hot on the trail, so I scamper with a purpose once it's loaded. It isn't till Grome is counting his haul that we find out they're filled with scrap and rocks. Guess who Grome blames. Then! Then Jender has the brass to show up with half the loot and some story about how he found it stashed somewhere, implyin' I meant to get it later and makin' me look more the fool. If it weren't for Grome wanting a piece of my skin I'd put a bullet in Jender's thrice-damned, rear end-faced noggin.
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BlurryMystr posted:Negev, what for you is the most tantalizing mystery of the Heap and have you made any progress towards solving it? The answer to the question is simple: Does the Heap have a mind? The answer to the answer to the question is, of course, not. There is a distinct background...noise, if you will, when accessing the secrets of the brain. I hear it when I think my thoughts, I hear it when I think your thoughts. And sometimes the noise coalesces into something else - a communication, with meaning. Synesthesia and hallucinations, too. I am learning to ask questions of It. It's almost like consciousness, but in a blender. Like a maelstrom of thought and psyches. Is it a mind? or is it the twisted reflections of us all?
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I know it's getting close to the deadline, but any thoughts on the Grotesque?
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I've played one and it's pretty cool and by cool I mean metal 
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Sionak posted:I know it's getting close to the deadline, but any thoughts on the Grotesque? I don't have the Grotesque yet! I need to get around to doing a good deed to earn it.
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Tried to get the Rat Pack together but couldn't quite get psyched up for it, just thought I'd let you know I'll sit this one out so you weren't waiting for my dude to appear.
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Yeah, I also have to withdraw. While the Grotesque is pretty awesome, I don't think I'll have time to get one together and polished today. You already have a lot of really cool characters here, anyways!
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I'm up for another round of questions if anybody else is 
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Sorry to hear that, Captain_Indigo and Sionak. Maybe next time! Tollymain: I'm game. Give me a bit to think of some good ones.
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Sister Clarity, what is the message you take with you when you venture beyond the wreckage of His Will into neighboring communities? How is it received by these people and beings who have never known the Emperor's love? Jules, what do you do with yourself when "business" is slow? Augustus Corsair, what were you and Jackabacka fighting about the other day? I heard it got pretty heated. Estelle, where in the Heap do you flat-out refuse to go, even if it means turning down a good paying gig? Negev, before he was added to your tally, Chack was a real loudmouth, the kind of guy whose voice can always be heard over the din. He hasn't said a word since his... attunement. What went down between you two? Gardener, does your place have a name? How did you come to be set up there? Professor Loss, who is your most promising Student? Suther, did you do those tattoos yourself? Have you always worked alone?
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BlurryMystr posted:Suther, did you do those tattoos yourself? Have you always worked alone? There was a woman who came to the Heap a long time ago. She knew how to use a needle on flesh, whether to ink it or to stitch it back together. She came to me asking to learn. After a couple months of haggling I knew she had the makings of the right kind of personality. What? I have my secrets, certainly; but I need an apprentice to pass on the family knowledge. Sadly, she didn't have the spark to actually bring anything to life. I should have seen it, but I'd waited far too long for an apprentice and I allowed my impatience to blind me. She thought that I was hiding the real secrets from her. We had a falling-out. I hear of her every now and then. She lives on the far side of the Heap now, still trying to animate things when she's not pushing her old trade.
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BlurryMystr posted:
Jackabacka? You say that name to me?! gently caress that guy I'm still pissed at him. So this rear end in a top hat comes up to me , out of the blue, and literally challenges me to a loving duel for leadership of New Roma. Can you even comprehend what a loving stupid move that was? My family has run this poo poo since the Roma crashed for generations now and this guy thinks he can run it better. This rear end in a top hat with an IQ of like 5 thinks he can do poo poo better than me and not only that, he also challenges me in the drat arena! So I told him fine, this Friday in the fights he and I are gonna be in the main event. I'm gonna make an example out of him, I mean the balls this guy has must be huge he's 100 pounds soaking wet, addicted to who knows what with those dark circles under his eyes and those hosed up teeth. I'm gonna tear him up real good and show my people why they need me.
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quote:Sister Clarity, what is the message you take with you when you venture beyond the wreckage of His Will into neighboring communities? How is it received by these people and beings who have never known the Emperor's love? "Even in this dark place, I bring the Imperial Creed. Every human being, even those forgotten by the rest of the galaxy, has a place in the Emperor's divine order. Many souls here have lost hope. They wish to relinquish their humanity and embrace the darkness within and without. I bring them hope. I bring the Emperor's Light. Not everyone wishes to hear the Imperial truth. There are many heretics who have turned their back on the Emperor. Worse, I believe there are xenos on the Heap. All must be purged to defend the Imperium of Man."
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BlurryMystr posted:Jules, what do you do with yourself when "business" is slow? What do I do? Well shucks, I do lots of stuff! When there ain't too much going on in the ol' Heap I'll usually be out back practicing my aim. Ammunition ain't the most common commodity round here, but I can afford to be li'l more loose in conservin' it, on account o' my profession. See, there ain't no real currency on here, so if someone's got something you want you either trade for it or take it from 'em. Most folks that come to me, what they want is to not die from that bad lookin' bullet hole in their leg. What I want is to not get shot by someone takin' advantage o' my generosity. The compromise is pretty simple: they give me their ammo, they get to come in my clinic. Now, I ain't runnin' an armory over here, so's I got a pretty sweet deal runnin' with Clooney over at Centerprise. She's a scavenger, heads into the wreckage that the Heap collects in search of stuff that turns a profit. I get first dibs on all the medical stuff (pills, clean dressings, scalpels, et cetera) and she gets her pick of ammo. Not all the stuff she finds is medically-related though. Once, she found a shiny trumpet. Looked nearly new and came with its own case and everything! Never been real musically-inclined, but I just got a whole load of high-caliber rounds that she'd been eying and there weren't a whole lot else she had that day. Can't play it for poo poo, pardon the language, but it's something to do when I ain't got nothin' else to do, and it beats the heck out of listening to the constant drone o' the Heap for hours on end.
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BlurryMystr posted:Professor Loss, who is your most promising Student? Promising? My, my, my that is an easy and hard question for sure. Of all my students, Eve is most likely the most promising, she at times can see what I see. It takes talent and a surrender from all things physical to reach that level. It helps that we connect on a level unheard of beyond using the drugs thats others resort to expand their mind to the new science. Beyond that Eve and I know what we both need the work to stay alive in these new times. Others might resort to gods or idols but we deal in the reality of the present. The reality of the mind is all that is important now. Eve has the shimmering eyes of a brilliant blue hue and her devotion to me is amazing, her black hair flowing around her like the lovely space outside... Did i drift off? My students are all good on their search for the new knowledge. We are all that is pure here, and should lead by example. Jealousy of course could not be expected, even from myself. Eve is a great student, but I feel one day she will go off into the Heap and never return, but until that day, she will be my best and most devoted student.
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BlurryMystr posted:Gardener, does your place have a name? How did you come to be set up there? X-76 Research Vessel, Oxygen and Food Cultivation Room. If you wanna get all techie about it, 'course. People here just call the Farm or the Garden, that's fine by me. Only part of the ship that still works like it should anyway, other than the security doors and the lighting. Didn't so much set myself up here than I was born into it. My... great-grandaunt, I suppose. The family tree gets messed up in my mind at times. She worked as a researcher in this ship a long time back, before their warp-drive went on the frizz. They jump out a few more lightyears than they should have, ended up slamming right at the Heap. Her research them, the ones who survived, they tried to escape as they could. They died pretty quick. Only she stayed and made her living here. Kept the machines running, the plants growing, the air processing. At the worst of all tmes, she decided she could do a lot of good here. And well, you can figure out the rest. There's always been a Gardener in this ship. I took on the name just ten years ago, after my father decided he did enough. My whole family's back at the hold, living their lives as they should. But I'm here, continuing what she started way back.
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