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We'll take a short break before the next episode goes live, but until then... Applications are re-open!       Packages posted:Package 1 – The Survivor Wreckers: Make a post listing your name, portrait, class, and Orokos rolls for loadout. When you see your name and vitals on the broadcast, you're in! Since the game is round-based, if you play a wrecker, you'll want to keep up. The game updates every evening, if possible! Veterans: Tell me you're back in and select your Veteran Benefits! Also, you may spend 25 Luxe per HP to restore Max HP/Move up to your class default max! Veteran Benefits posted:Choose 1 Veteran Upgrade: Sponsors: Just participate in the thread. If you don't have a Wrecker on the board, you can post as a sponsor! Wreckers will upload luxe from the combat zone that you can use to send materiel support...or "support"! RP in the thread, create experimental new items, and present bonus challenges for the players! Unlike wreckers, sponsors have no expectation of involvement; jump in and out as you like! Check out these changes! Rules and Item Changes posted:1. Starting kit has been modified; characters now receive a gear kit instead of a random supply roll. Bee Bonk fucked around with this message at 22:29 on Apr 9, 2018 |
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     [BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3/3 / MOVE: 4 / LUXE: 0 / CYBER: Trauma Webbing, Gyroscopic Stabilizers, Telescopic Array, Ablative Upgrades / MUTATION: Biolytic Eruption, Giant Pincer, Vox Mutandis, Psychoactive Pheromones, Creeping Doom] Bobby-Jack Johnson checking in for the next episode. My nerfed Evolver shall become Upgrader. Taking +1 Move and Surveyor. Theantero fucked around with this message at 17:15 on Apr 10, 2018 |
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 / /  Name: Skipp Wiley Jr. Portrait: Wrecker 6 Class: Newtype Hp: 5 Move: 3 Loadout: Supply: 1 = Package 1: The Survivor (CS Armor, Medikit, Deployable Cover) Mutation 1: 11 = Compound Eyes: Cannot be Ambushed. Mutation 2: 16 = Patagia: +2 Move. Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 03:00 on Apr 10, 2018 |
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      [MIDGE / HP:5/5 / MOVE: 2 / FUEL: 00 / LUXE: 00 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA, VIRAL PROLIFERATOR, UPGRADE PROTOCOL] Midge expends 50 Luxe to restore his MaxHP to 5. Midge Crosstrains into Headhunter (x2 damage on a multiple of 4, scan as a free action.) Midge upgrades his Viral Proliferator with the Upgrade Protocol (Subverted rigs have attacks upscaled and do +1 damage) and Midge is ready to wreck again.
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 [LUCINDA / HP: 3/3 / MOVE: 4 / LUXE: 0000 / MUTATIONS: FLEXIBLE SNOUT, BATRACHIAN LEGS+BIOLOGICAL LEVITATION, BRACHIAL SPURS-1d8/1, attack from cover] Lucinda will return with an upgraded mutation- Batrachian legs to biological levitation. Taking Salvager Spending 25 luxe to restore max hp to 3 Starting luxe account- 153-25 for hp, 128 WereGoat fucked around with this message at 12:43 on Apr 13, 2018 |
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    [CRYO / HP: 9/9 / MOVE: 3 / DR: 4 / FUEL: 0 / LUXE: 000 / SQUIDPACK STATUS: FULL / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA, EYEGEAR + THREADED VISUALIZER, OVERCLOCKED GENERATOR + BIGGER GOODBYE, DERMAL ARMOR + HYPERBALLISTIC PLATES / MUTATIONS: TRAUMATIC SCLERODERMA, EXTREMOPHILE + CHILD OF THE ATOM, BESTIAL FUGUE + ABHORRENT RENDING, ABLATIVE LIMB + CADDISFLY KID, COMPOUND EYES + SENSORY CORE, FERROVORE, SLINKING SLIME, CAUSTIC HEMORRHEXIS] Cryo is back in, with +1 Move and Upgrader Crazycryodude fucked around with this message at 02:44 on Apr 11, 2018 |
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Name: Mari Anne Portrait:  Class: Neo Soldat Hp: 3 Move: 2 Loadout: Package 2 - Armiger Cyber: Cyber roll: 1d20 1 Eye Gear, all attacks are upscaled. sheep-dodger fucked around with this message at 07:40 on Apr 11, 2018 |
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   [STEV ANSAHOK / HP: 23/23 / MOVE: 4 / 0 LUXE / CYBER: RIG JACK, UPGRADE PROTOCOLS, DERMAL ARMOR, HYPERBALLISTIC PLATES, REINFORCED EXOSKELETON, HAZARD BAFFLING, ADVANCED OPTICS, TELESCOPIC ARRAY, BLOODHAWK BEAM, THE FULL ROBERT, BIONIC RECALIBRATION, CAPACITOR FILAMENTS /MUTATIONS: AMYGDALIC HYPERCEPHALY, VOX MUTANDIS] Going to roll into the next map with Evolver and Upgrader, and an additional max HP.
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  [SCRAMBLE / HP: 5/5 / MOVE: 6 / PATIENT ZERO / FLEXIBLE SNOUT+BLOODHOUND / PULSATING SKULL+VOX MUTANDIS / REGENERATIVE BROOD / BATRACHIAN LEGS+BIOLOGICAL LEVITATION / PARALYTIC SPORES+PSYCHOACTIVE PHEROMONES / VILE EMESIS / ClusterDet Rounds on Stinger / 0 luxe ] Scramble returns upgrading Regenerative Brood (what will this do, who knows!) and cross trained in Neo Soldat skills. Also new Evolver, of course. None of that chrome drek here.
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 Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Wrecker [Stev] - an interesting change has overcome you. Very INTEReSTING (Despite your... limited heritage.) We look forward to speaking with you. We will pay you handsomely (HANDsoMELY) for samples of your fluids and tissues. As for Rime itself, despite the EFFoRTS Of certain low-minded nouveau riche, our new race of Humanity flourishes amidst the frost and the flames of the shattered land. We are certain to see many more INTEReSTING things coming from the planet in the future. ... ... Oh, have we lost track of time? The games are over so soon. ToO SooN We have another body ready for the This was Rook. --- A hulking figure slumbered in the pods, waiting for orders. Name: Zinore Portrait: 2 Class: Newtype HP: 6 Move: 1 Loadout: A 11 on Mutation - Compound Eyes: Cannot be Ambushed. A 15 on Mutation - Unstable Anatomy: Can only be hit in combat on a 5+ A 4 on Mutation (Mutagenic Syrinx) - Gelatinous Epidermis: Immune to toxic environments.
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Ah, the old 6 1 split. I loathe it well. Thankfully Scramble has become.
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The Lord of Hats posted:Going to roll into the next map with Evolver and Upgrader, and an additional max HP. You can't mutate any more so Evolver is of limited use now.
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The Lone Badger posted:You can't mutate any more so Evolver is of limited use now. The Full Robert got buffed, so I'm free to inject mutagen straight into my brain stem now. Probably going to fluff it all as psychic effects, given the lack of actual flesh.
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Not Alex posted:Scramble returns upgrading Regenerative Brood (what will this do, who knows!) Upgraded Regenerative Brood is Therapeutic Radiation: Spend action to restore 1 HP to all allies in same zone.
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Hideous Dynamics HQ was abuzz with activity. After the spectacular performance at the end of RIME by Hideous Dynamics product investors had practically been throwing Luxe at Mirko. Stev's fireworks had been a serious windfall for the company. Not that Mirko could provide that exact performance again, the meta nails were unpredictable by their very nature. Investors didn't seem to care, though, apparently a surprise box full of murder was something people were very willing to buy. RIME had been a phenomenal for the company and everyone was pleased. Production of meta nails was under way and meetings were happening about a number of other potential weaponized products made possible due to Reality Shift™. There were even plans to take existing meta nails and shift them again to see if additional trips through the device had more effects. Technicians were also taking the MCAD prototype apart in the lab. The field test had gone well enough, although Mirko had hoped for more. The onboard diagnostics and internal mechanisms would give them great insights regardless, but there was not nearly enough pulling the trigger on screen. Mirko wanted footage for investors. At the moment he was in a meeting with a few of the marketing people and the head of the Reality Shift™ program. Everything was great, really, although they were working late to keep up with the sudden rush of business. That just meant drinking at work, really. The alarms startled everyone in the room. Hideous Dynamics had a very robust security and defense system, it was practically a second test bed for a bunch of their weaponry. That anyone had managed to trip the alarms in the building was impressive and meant a proper amount of firepower was necessary. Mirko called up the perimeter cameras and to his surprise found everything to be normal. The exterior alarms hadn't been tripped. A malfunction? The internal alarm continued to blare as the security teams tried to clear the building. Each of the labs had been locked down, a few unfortunate techs were trapped until the alarm was lifted. Mirko cycled through the internal cameras looking for the cause of the alarms. As he flipped past the Reality Shift lab he saw a familiar face.  Thurl. He had been changed by his exposure to the Reality Shift. A problem they hadn't really tested for but assumed still existed, precautions were in place to prevent anyone from directly observing the destination point of the device. As such there were a number of cameras in the room. Thurl walked purposefully through the room. He appeared to have taken a few things from the lab, although Mirko couldn't quite make out what they were. One of them was clearly a weapon of some kind. Almost as soon as Mirko had pulled the camera feeds up, Thurl turned to face the cameras. All of them, simultaneously. Twelve cameras, all at different angles, and Thurl was looking directly into all of them. He pointed at the lens, seemingly through the lens, at Mirko. There was no audio feed from the cameras, but Thurl spoke. His words were clear and deliberate, reading his lips was not difficult at all. "They want what is theirs, Mirko." Thurl turned from the cameras and walked toward the origin point of the Reality Shift device. He waved a hand at the controls and the device sprang to life. Thurl stepped onto the platform and was gone. Mirko would later discover that a cybernetic enhancement module had gone missing, along with a rifle, scope, and mod kit. Thurl Rooksfield, Headhunter. Cyber roll, 1d10=3, heavy arms. Taking the Armiger package.
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 Skipp Wiley Jr., Newtype Wrecker HP: 5/5 Move: 5 Luxe: 000 Fuel: 00 Mutations: Compound Eyes (Cannot be Ambushed) // Patagia (+2 Move) Inventory: CS Armor (Green) (+1 DR) // Medikit (Full) // Deployable Cover (Full) Though you couldn't tell it by the dour expression he wore upon his laser-smoothed face, deep down Skipp Wiley Jr. was nervous to be a contestant on the Wrecking Crew games. As prepared as he thought himself to be for high-tech environmental survival, he was totally untested in the real-world Wrecking Crew Games themselves. He was figuratively green, quite young, and quite literally blue. Adhering to the latest in fashion trends, his skin had been chroma-dyed blue just before the show in a shocking neon hue known as hyperintelligent teal, and he thought he wore it quite fetchingly. It certainly made him stand out from the crowd, at least. Fame, after all, was part and parcel of the Wrecking Crew Games, and Skipp Wiley Jr. had some big boots to fill. Skipp Wiley Jr. wasn't nervous about his every move being watched across the solar system's holobands, no - he was nervous because he knew that his father, Dr. Skipp Wiley Sr., would be watching, scrutinizing his every step. The famed pop-science celebrity genius Dr. Wiley had trained his son to excel in the same fields of super-science as he had once studied, and it showed. Skipp Wiley Jr. had passed all of his father's holo-gym classes in superscientific survival with flying colors, even with the holo-trainer's pain augs hooked up to full spectrum. Dr. Skipp Wiley Sr. was confident that, if the prior two seasons of Wrecking Crew were any indication of how difficult things could get for Wreckers, then his son Skipp Jr. had the pain threshold and physical endurance necessary to become a Veteran Wrecker just like his father was, so long as he played it safe with the genetic tools he was given. As it was, Skipp Wiley Jr. was born with Compound Eyes and Patagia, which probably had something to do with an episode Dr. Wiley once had involving a prototype teleporter and a housefly. It was no surprise, then, that Skipp Jr. chose the "Survivor" package when it was offered to him. All the holo-simulations Skipp had been forced to run by his father had helped him develop a proven strategy for any starting Newtype Wrecker: survive long enough to team up or die. Skipp Wiley Jr. didn't want to die, especially not in front of his father. That'd be so forkin' lame. Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 15:02 on Apr 11, 2018 |
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 They send you letters? Like, an actual physical document? On paper? It's the muscly atavism of the sport, Haze. It causes bubbles of nostalgic longing to form in the brain, leading to quaint-rear end hobbies. What do they say? "Reverend Ocho, you are an inspiration to cast off the surly bonds of biological restraint and embrace the real me," "Reverend Ocho, what is your favorite leg drop? Mine is the Shining Wizard," "Reverend Ocho, as an ecumenical authority, who do you judge would win in a bat fight between WarSkull and The Great Ism," "Reverend Ocho, could you bless my muscle milk," Uh. "Reverend Ocho, I named my eighth decant after you," Well... "Reverend Ocho, I've had a sim-link implanted in my limbics so I can experience the same endocrine reactions as you while I watch Ultimate Fustigatorium XXIII..." Eury, save us.  Anything for you, my precious vat-kitty. Hold onto your potatoes, saltlicks, this is DROP.   I'm doing a remote without any protective gear; you guys going soft? Anyway, here I am on the DPV Gadfly over Io, and out the port here you'll see Hyperion Biodyne Research Habitat 3004c. Catchy name. But Hyperion Biodyne, maybe you've heard of them? They've only been poaching talent and IPs from other engineering concerns for the last fiscal eon, or were until they skimmed the hoard of the wrong dragon. Long story short, they're still reeling after the excruciatingly public nutshot the Decree Corporate Judiciary gave them; shedding properties like a HirHo in a sauna. Enter DROP. Hyperion's in arrears on the orbital slip, and the station is very quickly becoming a ground-based installation. Wrecking Crew has secured the rights for a song, so let's fight. Wreckers? Pay attention or disintegrate shamefully.You'll see a lot of jungle; the habitats are an intensely biodiverse mess of experimental flora and fauna, and you're going to be neck-deep in stolen proprietary organisms; who even knows what's developed since Hyperion's been tied up in litigation? Uplifted tardigrades with a hunger for technology? Maybe! It's worse in the deep jungle and marshes...Try not to get eaten by the Horrors. You'll still get eaten by the Horrors. The Environmental Pylons, in charge of regulating the climate and contents of the habitats, should be a great source of valuable technology...and you might be able to pull of a trick or two with them if you're savvy! But don't worry; it's not all toxic spores, quicksand, and vicious animals. There's also the station's crumbling infrastructure! Heat shields, ion screens, hull plating...all failing at a precipitous rate! In fact, Pod 2 has breached in a big way; nothing's alive in there that you want to meet, and the terrain alternates between barren dustbowl and irradiated hellscape. So that's something to look forward to! If all the nature's got you agoraphobic, you can retire to the sterile confines of the station, where haywire security and bio-purifiers wait to embrace you with steely affection. Brave the corridors and you'll find assorted research materials, refueling modules, even an executive shuttle. There's plenty of kù tech for the taking, but don't let your luxelust incinerate your bodies; the security is no jape. Speaking of security, let's talk about the security doors. Sections of the station are locked off behind various clearance levels. Somewhere in this joint, you'll find the blue clearance you need to access Engineering. You'll need yellow clearance to get into Pod 2, and that garden spot is where you'll find the red clearance you need to unlock the final habitat, and the Zodiac Beacon. A little knock-knock, and who's there?  She's made to murder trees, but you'll do in a pinch. Scorpio's a confident lady who's all about putting you in your place and locking you down once you're there. You'll also have our wandering midboss to contend with, a cuddly little treat our friends at Pertinax dropped in special.It's a dense jungle hell teeming with predators, it's a crumbling orbital on a crash course with a volcanic moon, it's DROP! Enjoy it with both barrels! Enchanting. Putting in for my PTO now. Game starts tomorrow! 
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That's right Wreckamaniacs, I am back and better than ever! Thanks to the sterling efforts of our Wrecking Crew I now have 20% MORE bone mass than before, and have already rejoined the debate team. I think a reminder of past glories might have ended up on Drop ahead of the action. One of our pilgrims was walking the sites of Wreckings Past and managed to recover the Cancerkiller Rifle from the sands of Bottom. Unfortunately Swolebrother Vanux was never the most stable of personalities, and before he could bring the now-suitably-adorned relic to one of our churches he was inspired by the climax on Rime to try... ingesting a Coffin Nail. He was last seen perched on top of an environmental control spire shrieking that he had "Seen what was coming!" and would "stop Them now, before it's too late!" Sponsor Challenge: Prove that you are worthy to bear the Cancerkiller Rifle by defeating the <Crazed Hermit> in single combat System note: This challenge will be automatically reissued every time it is completed, with the current bearer's name substituted in as appropriate Hyperion Biodyne was experimenting with a highly unstable set of Experimental Workout Equipment before the collapse. I would be very interested in examining this equipment. For liability reasons, I cannot encourage anyone without a proper theological background to attempt to use the equipment. Do it. Sponsor Challenge: Transmat the Experimental Workout Equipment Sponsor Challenge: Crash the Executive Shuttle into something. Or someone. Sponsor Challenge: Kill at least one opponent per round for four consecutive rounds. The Lone Badger fucked around with this message at 10:51 on Apr 13, 2018 |
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Mari Anne HP: 3/3 Move: 2 Luxe: 0 Fuel: 0 Cyber: Eye Gear Mari stumbled out of the pod and tried to shake off the urge to vomit after that insertion. Alright, time to get going. Move to 07.17 Wishlist: Could some gracious Megacorp use the Retirement Fund to send me a DPM Pistol and a Medikit? sheep-dodger fucked around with this message at 20:59 on Apr 13, 2018 |
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 Drop, Drop was Hyperion's great albatross. A monument to their hubris and overreach. Aethelred silently thanked his lucky stars that the Vesta Incident was not something people could just revisit. Yes, an entire planetoid, one of the largest sub-planetary bodies in the solar system, had permanently vanished from the firmament, but nobody was going to be filming holotainment on it and rubbing it in his face any time soon. That is, unless Mirko Hidyus perfects thst shift tech. Then, Pertinax's own albatross would be found, in that other place, all the dark fruits of the Psionics Division's toil and experimentation would finally be exposed to the light. Salvage Escape Pod Alpha (north) Salvage Escape Pod Beta (south) Obtain telemetry from each Pod's environmental pylon Find Station Administration and extract data core and encryption key, then transmat to Pertinax Engage the midboss (initiate combat) Destroy the midboss Solo the midboss Provide a scan of the Cancer Killer relic rifle Transmat a biological sample of Laze's remains Provide scan telemetry from the hex Laze died in Hexenritter fucked around with this message at 21:10 on Apr 13, 2018 |
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 [BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3/3 / MOVE: 4 / LUXE: 0 / CYBER: Trauma Webbing, Gyroscopic Stabilizers, Telescopic Array, Ablative Upgrades / MUTATION: Biolytic Eruption, Giant Pincer, Vox Mutandis, Psychoactive Pheromones, Creeping Doom] Well. The RIME afterparty had been fun, but it was time to move on again. Bobby-Jack peered into the jungle with a grimace, voicing melodramatic complaints to his assigned cam-drones. "O woe!", he begun, "All alone, lost in the jungle! What is a poor Wrecker to do but die of exposure or horrid mauling in such circumstances? If I just had the Pertinax Patented Wilderness Survival/Big Game Hunting Package (Set-up B-Alpha), then certainly my chances of survival would be far greater." "Alas, I suppose I must brave this horrid jungle without." He started walking with a brisk pace. Moving to 04.13 WISHLIST: Pertinax pls send your Wrecker a care package: 2 drones, with one carrying a Medikit and Hazmat, the other carrying Deployable Cover and Optiscope for a total of 68 Luxe (feel free to tap into the Wrecker Retirement Fund for a bit, to the tune of 20 or so Luxe) Theantero fucked around with this message at 21:15 on Apr 13, 2018 |
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In an exuberant display of filthy lucre, power and magnanimity triggered by seeing Hyperion's dirty laundry aired on decree-wide trid, Aethelred will be fulfilling all wrecker supply requests up to two gear items this round, preferential order of course starting with Pertinax's stable. Pertinax stable requests may exceed this limit. Items may be aggregated onto drones depending on luxe availability. Any conflict over joint delivered item caches is not the responsibility of Pertinax or its employees. Hexenritter fucked around with this message at 21:16 on Apr 13, 2018 |
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[LUCINDA / HP: 3/3 / MOVE: 4 / LUXE: 0000 / MUTATIONS: FLEXIBLE SNOUT, BATRACHIAN LEGS+BIOLOGICAL LEVITATION, BRACHIAL SPURS-1d8/1, attack from cover] Lucinda stepped out of the pod and breathed in the air of the habitat. "Oh this is more like it. Much nicer than Rime. Good call producer people!" Lucinda draws her pistol with her nose (she had been practicing), passing it into her hand, and leaped straight up into the air, and releasing the pressure on the gas filled organ she had implanted since Rime. As the gas stopped being under pressure and the bladder expanded to fill her chest cavity and push her lungs flat inside her chest, she stopped falling back down, as the lighter than air gas buoyed her upwards. As she reached the peak of the jump, she caught some of the environment's air flow and drifted along, looking at the beatiful forest below. Levitate to 04.15 Wishlist: 😎Would😉 some ✨generous✨ sponsor 👽be able to send 🚀me 😘a few 🚁drones🚁 of things☀️ pls? Drone 1: Mutagenic Syrinx x2 [25+20+20] Pertinax fulfils? Thanks if so! Drone 2: CS Armour (green)+medkit[25+6+1] Drone 3: ex-hazmat, ex-autofalconoid [25+2+3] Total: 127/128 Ex hazmat request - resist all known hazards 1? Or as close to that as possible. Ex falcon request- defend vs other falcons WereGoat fucked around with this message at 19:49 on Apr 14, 2018 |
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 [CRYO / HP: 9/9 / MOVE: 3 / DR: 4 / FUEL: 0 / LUXE: 000 / SQUIDPACK STATUS: FULL / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA, EYEGEAR + THREADED VISUALIZER, OVERCLOCKED GENERATOR + BIGGER GOODBYE, DERMAL ARMOR + HYPERBALLISTIC PLATES / MUTATIONS: TRAUMATIC SCLERODERMA, EXTREMOPHILE + CHILD OF THE ATOM, BESTIAL FUGUE + ABHORRENT RENDING, ABLATIVE LIMB + CADDISFLY KID, COMPOUND EYES + SENSORY CORE, FERROVORE, SLINKING SLIME, CAUSTIC HEMORRHEXIS] Cryo slashed open the door of her pod with a snarl. She hated the sedatives, the idiot doctors couldn't even be bothered to tune them to her metabolism so all they did was make her slightly woozy and really pissed off. Sliming out of the gash rent in the shell, she took a moment to calm down and get her bearings. Sterile but strangely quiet corridor to the one side, the edge of a teeming jungle on the other. Choices choices choices..... Well, Pertinax had been kind enough to provide a challenge objective nearby, might as well start there. Requesting X-armor, an X-optiscope, an X-mutagenic syrinx, and an X-MetEng all delivered on two drones please! Move 08.18>09.18 Crazycryodude fucked around with this message at 06:47 on Apr 14, 2018 |
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Apr 13, 2018 21:22
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 [SCRAMBLE / HP: 5/5 / MOVE: 6 / PATIENT ZERO / FLEXIBLE SNOUT+BLOODHOUND / PULSATING SKULL+VOX MUTANDIS / REGENERATIVE BROOD+THERAPEUTIC RADIATION / BATRACHIAN LEGS+BIOLOGICAL LEVITATION / PARALYTIC SPORES+PSYCHOACTIVE PHEROMONES / VILE EMESIS / ClusterDet Rounds on Stinger / 0 luxe ] Scramble had entered the pod in a dark mood. Even as the pacification system's darkness inexorably pressed in she had been reliving recent events. Scramble had been kicked from her biocommune, exiled for being "like, you know... just too... um, intense since wrecking?" Scramble had stood there, head slightly bowed to clear the ceiling and not known what to say. Could she even argue? Decree knew she had found little enlightenment in civvie biomods after the rampant, dangerous freedom of combat mutations. And in the quiet spans of meditation, hadn't her gene mantra had a throbbing, atavistic counterpoint? Soothe and patch... strive and rend... twine and purge... fight and grow... mend the chain... ascend. Yes, they had been right, she no longer belonged. But it hurt still. Well, there had been a particularly clear path. And here she was. The hatch opens with a hiss and Scramble takes two steps out before she's fully aware. The hot, humid jungle air hits her and Scramble pupils dilate wide. Oh. Oh yes. She had been experimenting with certain regressive viral treatments and the sensorium of the verdant dome sings directly to certain phenotypic lines. Her body and mods have quite a lot to say about this environment. Chief among them: time to hunt. 11.15 to 14.15 Wishlist: Alright sponsors, Scramble is only some rending claws and a carapace away from this  . So let's get the mutagens flowing.
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Apr 13, 2018 21:34
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 [ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS] Zinore's pod split open like an overripe fig, releasing the gray-skinned figure to the fragile atmosphere of Drop. His vastly over-engineered eyes detected all manner of interesting data, but he needed to keep moving. His was a fast-death life, a borrowed-time life, mandated by his creators. He was a prototype, one of many identical beings created from - and to make up for - the failings of his predecessors in previous bouts. His creators had impressed upon him that speed was of the essence, because he would be hunted. Just as well. Let them come for him, he would be watching. Let the world fill his flesh with the multifarious stings of its hatred, he would endure them. Because survival here meant a greater survival, the survival of his line in the great Catalogues of Rook. He chirped a Rookly jingle as his tendons and joints reconfigured for efficient travel, and he began to walk. Move - Head to 12.14 Generous Sponsors, send as many Syrinx's as you can, please and thank you.
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Apr 13, 2018 22:47
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. [DROP] is certainly fearsome. A fitting battleground. So many BEAUtIFUL creatures are in attendance, carried onwards from their previous victories. It is our hope to watch them tear this failing place to pieces. We wish to influence the direction of this VANDaLISM for artistic purposes of our own. Attached are several REQueSTS Those who accomplish them will be well rewarded. ... ... Oh, as for our Wrecker. KilL HiM This too will be well rewarded. ... This was Rook. Not going to actively play Sponsor until Zinore's inevitable death in about two days, but adding several Challenges: Slay each (5) Corvid Battlebird, Or Extract Them; Use An Environmental Pylon To Raise The Heat; Use An Environmental Pylon To Lower The Heat; Expose A Hex to Vaccuum; KILL Wrecker Zinore; Transmat Zinore's Body
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Apr 13, 2018 23:01
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 [MIDGE / HP:5/5 / MOVE: 2 / FUEL: 00 / LUXE: 00 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA, VIRAL PROLIFERATOR, UPGRADE PROTOCOL] His pod opened politely, almost respectfully, as the burly Junker stepped out onto the overgrown deck, checking his gear, his trusty medical drone floating beside him. He gave a friendly wave to a camera drone, and peered through his 'scope at the largest nearby structure. Picking his way carefully through the trees, he made his way forward. Move to 05:14 Wishlist:Ahoy hoy, Sponsors! It is good to be back, yes? I am thinking that I would like some experimental weapon mods to get the most out of the Junker's Delight here. As ever, let me know how I can help you achieve anything you want done down here, I'm always happy to help.
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Apr 14, 2018 00:25
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Skipp Wiley Jr., Newtype Wrecker HP: 5/5 Move: 5 Luxe: 000 Fuel: 00 Mutations: Compound Eyes (Cannot be Ambushed) // Patagia (+2 Move) Inventory: CS Armor (Green) (+1 DR) // Medikit (Full) // Deployable Cover (Full) Sitting absolutely still in his stasis pod, head hung heavy with the Wrecking Crew's house blend of sedatives, Skipp Wiley Jr. waited to hear the familiar screams of his father in the next room, yelling at him to "Eject, already!" Slowly, as he came to, Skipp realized he wasn't in the simulation chamber any more. His father wasn't at the control booth next door, watching his progress and raging all the while. Skipp squeezed the armrests of his fabri-leather ejection seat as tightly as he could and braced himself for the weight of reality. He was here for real this time. He slapped himself across the face several times to get himself psyched up. Skipp Wiley Jr. braced himself to be jettisoned and slammed the bright red eject button with the heel of his fist. "Here goes nothing!" he cried before the punch. With a near-silent click followed by a deafening hiss of air, the pod depressurized before the gates on the ejection pod slid seamlessly open, revealing the lush greenery of Drop. As soon as the fragrant and humid air filled his lungs, Skipp snapped to. He was awake, he was alert, he was going to find somebody in this jungle to team up with - first thing. The ejection protocol unhitched Skipp's restraint belts and fired him up, launching him high into the domed atmosphere of Drop's biome. Skipp unfurled his gliding flaps-mid flight and tested the local environment's air resistance. Movement: 05.12 -> 05.13 -> 04.14 -> 04.15 Wishlist: Please - (Dad, if you're reading this) - send me a Rig Ripper (15 luxe) and a Squidpack (13 luxe) ASAP [Total: 15+13+25=53 luxe]! Barring that, send me a DPM Shotgun (8 luxe) and a CS Module Pack (17 luxe) [Total: 8+17+25=50 luxe]! Heck, if money's tight just send me a Squidpack (13 luxe) and a DPM Pistol (7 luxe) for now, and soon [Total: 13+7+25=45 luxe]! Okay, if you can only afford to send me one thing, make it a Rig Ripper (15 luxe) and then throw on a Medikit (1 luxe) please [Total: 15+1+25=41 luxe]! Thanks a lot - you're the best! - Skipp Wiley Jr.
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Skipp Wiley? I knew your Grandad! Great guy. Smart, too. Hey, if you're like him maybe you'd be able to help we work out the bugs in this new chainsaw of mine, I'm running out of fingats myself. There's some kind of AI assist package that's confusing the hell out of me! Drone delivery of an [X] Rig Ripper with integrated Optiscope to Skipp Wiley Jr for 36 luxe (30 Hypertemple, 6 Retirement Fund)
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Apr 14, 2018 01:27
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 [STEV ANSAHOK / HP: 23/23 / MOVE: 4 / 0 LUXE / CYBER: RIG JACK, UPGRADE PROTOCOLS, DERMAL ARMOR, HYPERBALLISTIC PLATES, REINFORCED EXOSKELETON, HAZARD BAFFLING, ADVANCED OPTICS, TELESCOPIC ARRAY, BLOODHAWK BEAM, THE FULL ROBERT, BIONIC RECALIBRATION, CAPACITOR FILAMENTS /MUTATIONS: AMYGDALIC HYPERCEPHALY, VOX MUTANDIS] Stev stretched his arms as he stepped out of his pod and into a sterile hallway. Certainly an interesting choice of scenery after the previous two maps. It felt... lonely, and he wasn't entirely sure whether that was because of the blank metal walls, or the lack of any fellow hivers in the vicinity. A camera drone whirred by, and he snapped out of his reflection. Right! There was wrecking to be done. A lot needed to get finished before the station collapsed into... he checked the window. That looked like Io? Not a great place to be, at least. He headed off down the hallway, hammer on his shoulder, whistling a jaunty tune. Have to enjoy the peace while it lasts! Move: 10.18->9.18 Wishlist: A mutagen and an autodoc, please!
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Apr 14, 2018 05:38
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1. Bobby-Jack Johnson Movement to 04.13.  Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 30 Luxe (5 PAF, 25 BJJ) on behalf of Bobby-Jack for Drone Delivery of Medikit and Hazmat Gear! Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 38 Luxe (38 BJJ) on behalf of Bobby-Jack for Drone Delivery of Deployable Cover and Optiscope! 2. Skipp Wiley Jr. Movement halted at 05.13! Dropper Lair!     Scrap posted:The Scrap modifier deals +1 damage per Cybernetic augmentation the target possesses! Sponsorship posted:Hypertemple of Muscle Jesus spends 36 Luxe (30 HTMJ, 6 Fund) on behalf of Skipp Wiley Jr. for Drone Delivery of Experimental Rig-Ripper! 3. Midge Gureyevitch Movement to 05.14.  Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 33 Luxe on behalf of for Drone Delivery of 2 Experimental Weapon Mod Kits! 4. Lucinda Movement to 04.15. Pod 3 Environmental Control Surface posted:>Please Present User Credentials and Generate Access Token.  Backlash posted:Enemies with the Backlash trait have a chance to deal damage (default 1) to a target in the same hex that hits them! Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 65 Luxe on behalf of Lucinda for Drone Delivery of 2 Mutagenic Syringes! Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 32 Luxe on behalf of Lucinda for Drone Delivery of Combat Support Armor and Medikit! 5. Cryo Movement halted at 08.18!  Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 89 Luxe for Drone Delivery of Experimental Combat Support Armor and Experimental Optiscope, Experimental Mutagenic Syrinx and Metamorphosis Engine! 6. Mari Anne Movement halted at 08.18! Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 33 Luxe (33 Fund) for Drone Delivery of DPM Pistol and Medikit! 7. Stev Movement to 09.18.    Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 64 Luxe for Drone Delivery of Mutagenic Syrinx and Unlicensed Autodoc! 8. Scramble Movement to 14.15. Pod 4 Environmental Control Surface posted:>Please Present User Credentials and Generate Access Token.  Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 65 Luxe for Drone Delivery of 2 Mutagenic Syringes! 9. Zinore Movement to 12.14. Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 45 Luxe (6 Fund, 15 Scramble, 24 Stev) for Drone Delivery of 2 Experimental Mutagenic Syringes! 10. Thurl Rooksfield Movement to nowhere.  Sponsorship posted:Pertinax AmmoFab spends 44 Luxe (44 Fund) for Drone Delivery of Combat Support Armor and Squidpack!  Wreckers, resolve Encounters! Sponsors-Only Map 
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[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3/3 / MOVE: 4 / LUXE: 0 / CYBER: Trauma Webbing, Gyroscopic Stabilizers, Telescopic Array, Ablative Upgrades / MUTATION: Biolytic Eruption, Giant Pincer, Vox Mutandis, Psychoactive Pheromones, Creeping Doom] "Shhh", Bobby-Jack cooed at the tiny horrors as they advanced on him with snapping maws, "I'm not food", the cam-drone switched to chem-view as the invisible hallucinogen mix started seeping from the Wrecker. "YOU are food." Pheromoning those babies: 4#1d12= 4, 10, 12, 11
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Apr 14, 2018 20:28
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Mari Anne HP: 3/3 Move: 2 Luxe: 0 Fuel: 0 Cyber: Eye Gear Mari saw the hulking form of Cryo approach and quickly took cover, maybe she wouldn't be noticed? Take cover
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Apr 14, 2018 20:49
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[CRYO / HP: 9/9 / MOVE: 3 / DR: 4 / FUEL: 0 / LUXE: 000 / SQUIDPACK STATUS: FULL / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA, EYEGEAR + THREADED VISUALIZER, OVERCLOCKED GENERATOR + BIGGER GOODBYE, DERMAL ARMOR + HYPERBALLISTIC PLATES / MUTATIONS: TRAUMATIC SCLERODERMA, EXTREMOPHILE + CHILD OF THE ATOM, BESTIAL FUGUE + ABHORRENT RENDING, ABLATIVE LIMB + CADDISFLY KID, COMPOUND EYES + SENSORY CORE, FERROVORE, SLINKING SLIME, CAUSTIC HEMORRHEXIS] "Oh hey, new kid. Yes, of course I can see you. And smell and hear and pick you up on about four other senses I'm pretty sure don't even have names. Don't worry, I don't bite. ... Usually. Anyways, got places to be, sponsors to please. See you on the flipside, huh?" Retreat to 09.18 Crazycryodude fucked around with this message at 20:55 on Apr 14, 2018 |
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Apr 14, 2018 20:51
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[LUCINDA / HP: 3/3 / MOVE: 4 / LUXE: 0000 / MUTATIONS: FLEXIBLE SNOUT, BATRACHIAN LEGS+BIOLOGICAL LEVITATION, BRACHIAL SPURS-1d8/1, attack from cover] "Oh! Aren't you the cutest, look at those spines! squidpack in place Wishlist: 😀Thanks😘 pertinax🔫, you are 💉💉amazing💉💉! If anyone could drop some experimentals to deal with whatever we encounter that would be totes amaze.💖💟💓 Drone request: ex-hazmat, ex-autofalconoid [25+2+3] Ex hazmat request - resist all known hazards 1? Omni-hazmat, or as close to that as possible. Ex falcon request- defend vs other falcons WereGoat fucked around with this message at 21:59 on Apr 14, 2018 |
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Apr 14, 2018 21:26
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