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 Theo Reticule, Rookie Junker HP: 5/5 Move: 1 Scrap: 00 Luxe: 000 DR: DR1 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 3 Air // 3 Med // 2 Power // 0 Buff Hazard Tokens: none Cyber [2/5]: Spinal Array (+1 Scan Range.) // Rigspike (A Power Attack against a synthetic unit may be changed to x/Disable3.) Weapons [1/2]: Unbalanced K-Hammer (1d4/5 Melee) Armor [1/1]: CS Armor 1 (+1 DR, 2 Mod Slots) Utility [1/2]: AdrenoMAX (+1 Damage when Power Attacking.) Familiars [1/2]: Autofalconoid (Collects items from remote hexes when deployed.) Consumables: none // Items: none // Notes: none. The dog-faced Wrecker named Theophilharmonic Johannes Reticule, known affectionately as 'Theo' Reticule among his corporate employers at Cosmiq and Wrecking Crew LTD, had a terrible secret he would take to his grave. In this dog-eat-dog world, Theo instinctively knew, there was only one thing that made a demi-human grunt like him stand out to the important personas who actually held enough sway to make a difference in life, and that thing was brand loyalty. If anything, Theo was loyal to his brand to a fault, and his brand was Cosmiq Pharmaware. In the recent business cycles, Cosmiq had vastly expanded their suite of personal regenerative products, including but not limited to adding (functional!) nano-repair capabilities to their pluripotent medifluids, intended for use on cybernetic enhancements and even synthetics with the right attachments. It was pretty amazing, and Theo was proud to be representing their highly profitable medical and media successes on the Decree's most popular holocast murdersport. When Wrecking Crew's Aeropath Union Representative contacted Theo about their members accepting bids for their upcoming services, Theo tugged on his collar, grimacing, and deferred to his Sponsor-Servitor at Cosmiq, Dr. Skipp Wiley Sr., for input. When he was brought up to speed on the Aeropaths' sanctioned shakedown, Dr. Wiley balked and threw out a few Luxe figures (including zero) without regard, so Theo instead went with his gut. Theo hurriedly swiped a clipped nail over his comms' tactile interface and made an offer for the Aeropaths that seemed fairest. z0Ne=[1d4=Y?] // BiD=[2d6+3=X?]Luxe Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 08:25 on Jul 17, 2020 |
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      HP: 6/6 MV: 3 DR: 3 HazDR: None. TN to be Hit: 5. Scrap: 00. Luxe: 080. Belt: 3 Air, 3 Med, 3 Power. Tokens: None. Hiver (Protean): Access to Hiver Challenge List. +1 to Craft Rolls. ACT: Hiver convert a consumable. Headhunter X-Train: Crit = 2x Damage. Cyber (0/2) Mutations (3/4) Lamellar Thorax(Hiver): +2DR; spend 1 Infest for +1DR for the phase. (Always on due to cost reduction) The Worm that Walks(Hiver): Subject's Max HP cannot be reduced below their # of Infest. Abilities/gear that spend/transfer Infest cost 1 fewer Token. Nuclear Arms (Lvl2): +1 damage with melee, +1 per Rad token. No heavy weapon penalty. Missile attacks downscaled twice. Charon Pistol (2/2): Thermal Flechettes: Deals 1 damage when Suppressing. BlazBuzz: Suppressed targets suffer 1 Burn per Infest on target. SmokeSwarm: Loaded. Hydroly-Sis: Loaded. An engineer in a greasy jumpsuit leans against the wall near the secure containment cell taking their smoke break. They look everywhere but at the cameras and the target of their sales pitch. The cargo stares wordlessly through the whole spiel. The engineer slyly reaches back and waits for the hand off. When none arrives they glances back and grimace at the site of the cargo, a credstick poking out from their mouth hole. "Don't make it weird. Just... just hand it to me." Slowly the credstick inches forward on a tongue of ants. Bid 2L for delivery near B........................................................................................................................................................
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 The powerfully built Dunk Tuggum stared intently at the space slightly above his assigned launch engineer's right shoulder. "If the nutfiend cage is dirty...I ain't payin' for it©" "It's...not?" Dunk flipped the man a credstick. "Keep the change, filthmann.©" Luxe Amount: 1d20 6, Location: 1d4 4 -> D
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 The Late Johnson has a plan, The Late Johnson shall Bid nothing, for The Late Johnson is a tightwad, he'll land where ever he lands and go from there as the whims of fate entails
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 Shines-in-heaven had found one of the aeropaths in the pre-show staging grounds. She wasn't one for subtleties so she grabbed him by his collar, pushed him up against the wall and got right into his face to make clear what would happen to him if she found any "malfunctions" in her drop pod. To balance out the stick with a carrot she then reached into his jacket pocket and left him with a cred stick to encourage compliance. 2 luxe to land as close to A as possible
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 The Creeps screwing the drop pods shut receive a last moment transmission................. ------I'm picking Point C: 10L --------------------
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   Is the GBI spot ready to spill, Rev? Brimming, Haze.CYST HazMat posted:While exploring the fleshy confines of CYST, delivery of a certified GBI Saf-T-Barrel may immediately equip one of the following prophylactic layers: There's no HazMat can protect you from poor choices.Audio posted:Pods locked. Wreckers ready. Wake up, Wreckers...Time to die. WRECKER 1: Dimensional Derek      Augs posted:Jacklegz©: +1 Move. WRECKER 2: Cyka      Augs posted:Bone Lacing: Multiplied damage is reduced by 1x. MOV: No Movement is possible (except Shift). ENC: Make an attack to blow open the door. ACT: Make a Hack attempt to bypass the automated release. HAZ: Lose 1 Air Unit and gain 1 Burn Token if still trapped. WRECKER 3: Vatman Jones      Augs posted:Fibrous Ganglia: Mutation-based attacks are upscaled once per mutation possessed; subjects TN to be hit is 2. MOV: No Movement is possible (except Shift). ENC: Make an attack to blow open the door. ACT: Make a Hack attempt to bypass the automated release. HAZ: Lose 1 Air Unit and gain 1 Burn Token if still trapped. WRECKER 4: Eugenius McBuster      Augs posted:Biolytic Emesis: Gain a special attack mode - 1d8/0 +Burn (+1 Burn per Rad Token); receive 1 Burn Token on a miss. MOV: No Movement is possible (except Shift). ENC: Make an attack to blow open the door. ACT: Make a Hack attempt to bypass the automated release. HAZ: Lose 1 Air Unit and gain 1 Burn Token if still trapped. WRECKER 5: Opal Dang-Cobra     Augs posted:Eyegear: Missile and Melee attacks are upscaled. Acolyte's pod impacts nearby! WRECKER 6: Acolyte     Augs posted:Adrenal Accelerator: When subject is hit during ENC, subject's ACT is Boosted. Opal Dang-Cobra's pod impacts nearby! WRECKER 7: Slitherin' Sidious  Augs posted:Jacklegz©: +1 Move. WRECKER 8: Dunk Tuggum    Augs posted:Heuristic Precognizer: Subject may reroll 1 die per Round. WRECKER 9: Ra Maximum  Augs posted:Rigspike: A Power Attack against a synthetic unit may be changed to x/Disable3. WRECKER 10: Bonny-Anne Elsewhere  Augs posted:Adrenal Accelerator: When subject is hit during ENC, subject's ACT is Boosted. WRECKER 11: Talcum Bee Buzzem       Augs posted:Nuclear Arms: +1 damage with melee weapons, +1 per Rad Token, and may use Heavy Weapons without penalty; missile attacks are downscaled twice.  WRECKER 12: Theo Reticule   Augs posted:Spinal Array: +1 Scan Range.  WRECKER 13: Collette Errol   Augs posted:Gelatinous Epidermis: Rad Tokens do not reduce Max HP; does not receive DR from non-mutation sources. WRECKER 14: Shines-in-Heaven Augs posted:Nuclear Arms: +1 damage with melee weapons, +1 per Rad Token, and may use Heavy Weapons without penalty; cannot use missile weapons. WRECKER 15:Lonan Murder-Birb Augs posted:Charged Myoservos: Subject ignores the first downscale against them in a Round. MOV: No Movement is possible (except Shift). ENC: Make an attack to blow open the door. ACT: Make a Hack attempt to bypass the automated release. HAZ: Lose 1 Air Unit and gain 1 Burn Token if still trapped. WRECKER 16:The Late Johnson     Augs posted:Gelatinous Epidermis: Rad Tokens do not reduce Max HP; does not receive DR from non-mutation sources. MOV: No Movement is possible (except Shift). ENC: Make an attack to blow open the door. ACT: Make a Hack attempt to bypass the automated release. HAZ: Lose 1 Air Unit and gain 1 Burn Token if still trapped.  AUDIO posted:Pods Away...Wrecking Crew Begins.  pre:ACCOUNTS 1. Dimensional Derek -15 2. Cyka 0 3. Vatman Jones 0 4. Eugenius McBuster -1 5. Opal Dang-Cobra -16 6. Acolyte -16 7. Slitherin' Sidious -13 8. Dunk Tuggum -6 9. Ra Maximum -10 10. B.A. Elsewhere -11 11. Talcum Bee Buzzem 78 [Delivery Lockout: 1 Round] 12. Theo Reticule -8 13. Collette Errol 0 14. Shines-in-Heaven -2 15. Lonán Murder-Birb 0 16. The Late Johnson 0 TeuthisCorp presents Kill-o-Vision® posted:1. Dimensional Derek: 0 Kills pre:SPONSOR STANDINGS RookEngOrg 0 Specialty Item TBD 1 Gamma Crate Pertinax AmmoFab 0 DPM Charon 1 Beta Crate Gu$tav 0 FIXR Drone 2 Gamma Crates Diamond IAMC 0 Specialty Item TBD Turnt™ 0 Specialty Item TBD 1 Gamma Crate Dummy Corp 0 Specialty Item TBD ____________________________________________________________ Wrecker Retirement Fund 0 Sponsor Challenges posted:RookEngOrg   Wreckers, get Moving!  Sponsors-Only Map 
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Dimensional Derek Jacklegz©: +1 Move. D-Mutation - Pulse Wave: Gain a special attack mode, 1d6/3 Push 1. Debt: 15L "Derek, wake up. Are you filming these exquisite walls of flesh?" Dimensional Derek crawled out of the pod and looked around. Everything was pulsing. This was wrong, nothing should have been out-throbbing him. "Derek, we need some footage of your new powers. Go down to these coordinates and try to hack the structure." Shifting southeast to 609, then attempting to shift through the barrier to the southeast to get to 813 super sweet best pal fucked around with this message at 17:56 on Jul 11, 2020 |
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WRECKER 2: Cyka Cyka glanced at the readouts on the wrecker landings, jiggled the still-closed door, then looked up at the podcam, their expression obscured by their helmet. Their voice was modulated and artificial as they regaled, "Hey there, wreck-fans! Looks kinda like the Aeropaths aren't good enough to get most folks landed sweetsome in a Meateor. Fully half the pods didn't open or broke something on the way in. Might be some tasty tenders for that contract soon, you dig? Anyway, don't worry about little old me. I'll soon be out of here, then it's Cyka the hiker to go get a good ride. Laters!" Aim AJ_Impy fucked around with this message at 20:15 on Jul 11, 2020 |
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HP: 3/3 MV: 2 DR: 1 HazDR: None. TN to be Hit: 4. Scrap: 00. Luxe: 0. Belt: 3 Air, 3 Med, 3 Power. Tokens: Mutations (0/3) Cyber (1/2) Charged Myoservos: Subject ignores the first downscale against them in a Round. Items: CS Suite I CS Armor Mod: Loyalty Weapons: Friends:  Landing with a scream-accompanied jolt, Lonán quickly strapped herself out of the Looking this way and that and re-booting her HUD to set the horizon straight, Lonán tore a piece of her harness and quickly fashioned it into a jaunty birdanna for her pet Autofalconoid 2Can Mc'Caw, before one of the overhead compartments exploded and dropped a freshly spawned motile biocover right into her unwaiting lap. "Eesh, wot are ye supposed to be? Some veiny 'rachnid stow-away? Fine fine, I seen stranger fellows about Mother, tho mostly birb-kin and suchlike. Still, I'm sure we'll have plenty of other maeats in no time flat, so as long as yer useful you come along and scrub the deck an' all that. Dishonest pay for dishonest work, ye hear me?" The Motile Biocover stared silently at its new Captain, drooling. "Right, ye'll be Stoic Mikey then, welcome aboard." MOV: Aim Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 19:49 on Jul 11, 2020 |
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HP: 6/6 Move: 3 Scrap: 00 Luxe: 000 DR: DR2 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 3 Air // 3 Med // 3 Power // 0 Buff Hazard Tokens: none Mutation [2/5]: Fibrous Ganglia (LVL1) (Mutation-based attacks are upscaled once per mutation possessed; subjects TN to be hit is 2) // Endosymbiotic Brood (LVL1) (Subject may discard 1 Token of choice per round without effect as a freeACT; AoE attacks are upscaled twice against the subject) Weapons [0/2]: Armor [1/1]: CS Armor 2 (+2 DR, 2 Mod Slots) >CS Modules [1/2]: Medical (Automatically spend a Med Unit when damaged) Utility [1/2]: GutzGro (Heal ACT restores +1 HP) Familiars [0/2]: Consumables: none // Items: none // Notes: none. Jones's tumbling breach-pod came to a screeching halt. In the following moments, he ripped himself from his bindings, and took a look around this strange prison he found himself in. He gave one of the walls an inquisitive knock. Was there a way out of here at all? Panic was mounting. MOV: Aim Theantero fucked around with this message at 18:35 on Jul 13, 2020 |
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WRECKER 16:The Late Johnson Mutations: Gelatinous Epidermis: Rad Tokens do not reduce Max HP; does not receive DR from non-mutation sources. HP: 2/2, Move: 3 Weapon: EZ-Snipe 1d8/1, Range: 1 DR: 0 "Oh, awesome." Said The Late Johnson as his attempts to open his pod door led to a soft squelch as the door became stuck. This was followed by the faint smell of burning as the pod's electrics began to start cooking. "Great." He reached behind his seat and pulled his EZ-Snipe into his lap. MOV: Aim
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 Gideon Pallas, Wrecker Wrelations, Turnt™ Alcohol-Infused Concotions. "Gametime! Congratulations, Wreckers all, for your moment of glory - of apotheosis - has arrived. My name, if you're unfamiliar, is Gideon Pallas, with Turnt™-brand fancy ethanol liquids. The deal is, I issue challenges that make booze look good, you do 'em, we both get paid. Here comes the first one, a classic from the last installment, and as the ancients used to say in their venerable tongue, 'Gee Ell, Aitch Eff'." New Challenge: Two's Company, Three's A Krew: Three (or more) Wreckers gather in a single hex.
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"drugs. weapons. computers. it's me, lol" gideon u know i'm copromoting intoxication, we should work on somethin' Luxe: 0 Crates: 2 Gamma Challenges: sending signals: score the first kill of the map
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  "Oh my, looking good already. Delicious, even. Blake! BLAKE!" "Sir..." "That new gizmo R&D cooked up to break the smaller 'roids. Is it ready?" "It's still at the prototype stage. Has a tendency to explode violently." "Perfect! Get it over here. NOW! I don't care who you have to geek to get it here." "At once sir. More exo-krab kakes as well?" "Of course, you moron. I don't make a gorillion bux every half-quarter just for you to ask idiotic questions. Now get out of here."The massive bulk of the CEO shifts towards the vidcaster on his fancy floating booth. The anti-grav units begin to weep. "You! Yes, you! The yellow-headed Hiver, Talcum. I've got a deal for you. Exclusive access to the wide range of mining equipment Diamond can provide. Which means me. All you need to do, is agree."
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HP: 6/6 MV: 3 DR: 3 HazDR: None. TN to be Hit: 5. Scrap: 00. Luxe: 078. Belt: 3 Air, 3 Med, 3 Power. Tokens: None. Hiver (Protean): Access to Hiver Challenge List. +1 to Craft Rolls. ACT: Apiculture a consumable. Headhunter X-Train: Crit = 2x Damage. Cyber (0/2) Mutations (3/4) Worm that Walks (B-Vo): Max HP cannot be reduced below # of Infest. Abilities/gear that spend/transfer Infest cost 1 fewer Token. Lamellar Thorax (B-Vo): +2DR; spend Nuclear Arms (Lvl2): +1 damage with melee, +1 per Rad Token. No heavy weapon penalty. Missile attacks downscaled twice. SmokeSwarm: Loaded. Downscale & 1d8/2 to units attacking Retreating Unit. Hydroly-Sis: Loaded. Salvage restores up to 3 Air Units. 2 Scrap to reload. The swarmling walks directly towards the pair of synth hounds, gun drawn. They open fire, rapidly pulling the trigger. The shots go wild, one of them bouncing directly off of Talcum's mask as the "limb" seems entirely unable to correct for the recoil. Talcum pauses in the open, chittering furiously in internal conflict. As the commotion dies down they race for cover behind a conveniently placed stack of barrels. GBI branding fills the camera frame as Talcum jabs greyed out buttons on their DVice. As the offer comes in they don't even read it, flicking through screens of legalese as fast as they can until the accept button unlocks, the BRRRRing of the hounds' armaments growing louder until one leans up to peek over the barrels. Opponent(s): 2x Gristlegrinder Location: 407 MOV: Aim. Accept Exclusive Sponsorship from Diamond. malbogio fucked around with this message at 21:00 on Jul 11, 2020 |
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{Health 2/2 :: Medicine 3/3 :: Power 3/3 :: Air 3/3} {Scrap 0 :: Luxe -1} Armor: CS Suite I (DR 1, Slots 1/2) {CS-Loyalty (+1 Familiar)} Weapons: EZ-Snipe (1d8/1 Range 1) Augmentations: Biolytic Emesis (1d8/0 Burn, burn self on miss) Familiars: Motile Biocover {Health 3/3}; Autofalconid {Health 1/1 :: Power 1/1} "Seriously, astropaths?" The wailing of a touchdown alarm is joined by the deafening synthetic screeches of the avian as carcinogenic smoke begins to fill the pod. Eugenius kicks at the geneforged biocover to make sure it's still alive (can't really tell). "We had infinite leverage, if you wanted 17 trillion right then and there you could've just said so! Not like you deserve any of it, with this kind of service." None of the levers or buttons within Eugenius' reach do anything, and he starts to feel a wave of nausea coming on... MOV: Aim
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WRECKER 14: Shines-in-Heaven Shines-in-heaven: HP: 3/3 Move: 2 Scrap: 0 Current DR: 1 Belt resources: Power: 3 Medical Units: 3 Air: 3 Tokens: 1 Break Augmentations: Limits: 0C 5M Breed Talent - Venomous Bite: Gain a melee attack mode, 1d6/2 +Poison. M: Nuclear Arms: +1 damage with melee weapons, +1 per Rad Token, and may use Heavy Weapons without penalty; cannot use missile weapons. CS Suite II: Slots: 2 Medical: Automatically spend 1 Med-Unit when damaged Item reload status: - While the landing was a bit rough, it wasn't the worst that Shines-in-heaven had lived through, so as she ripped off the drop pods' door she judged she wouldn't have to beat up that Aeropath after all. Any landing you could walk away from was a good one after all. As the pod slowly sank into the bubbling surface, probably to be digested by the Meat-fluids below, Shines-in-heaven decided she'd try to find some other contestants as soon as possible, teaming up early would probably be helpful in staying alive on this hunk of protein. Move to 702 via 701 sheep-dodger fucked around with this message at 00:27 on Jul 12, 2020 |
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"I had almost forgotten! Wreckers! The first of you to dig through that bone and taste the delicious marrow within will win a prize!" Challenge: Bone Me Baby 1 -Get mining tools Deadmeat5150 fucked around with this message at 22:28 on Jul 11, 2020 |
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#12 - Theo Reticule, Rookie Junker HP: 5/5 Move: 1 Luxe: -008 DR: DR Belt Tokens: 3 Med // 3 Power // 3 Air // 0 Scrap Hazard Tokens: 1 Break Junker: Salvaging yields +1 Scrap. May Salvage as a FreeACT. Power Attacks gain +Junk. Cyber [2/5]: Spinal Array (+1 Scan Range.) // Rigspike (A Power Attack against a synthetic unit may be changed to x/Disable3.) Weapons [1/2]: Unbalanced K-Hammer, "Rusty" (1d4/5 +Break, Melee) Armor [1/1]: CS Armor 1 (+1 DR, 2 Mod Slots) Utility [1/2]: AdrenoMAX (Loaded. +1 Damage when Power Attacking. Reload for 1 Scrap) Familiar [1/2]: Autofalconoid (1 HP, 1 Power. ACT+Power: Collect items from remote hexes when deployed. 1d8 attack if contested. ACT: Restore Power.) Consumables: none // Items: none // Notes: none. Listen Along: Under Pressure - Queen with David Bowie Theo Reticule roused from the false slumber of heavy sedatives to the trippy sensation of being violently shaken and stirred at the same time. He was in tight quarters, practically bolted in place into a cushioned plasteel chair fitted with thick restraints that squeezed him just a little too tight for comfort. He felt vaguely sick, like he'd gorged on chocolate beforehand. His mind was reeling as he was spun, shook, and vibrated in his chair. His teeth chattered in his skull, and his spinal array's signal flared in bits and starts. Was he going to die? What did it matter? He took another pull on the pod's respirator for a quick hit of fleeting euphoria before it all went down... All of a sudden, the small, closet-sized world around Theo lurched catastrophically as it slammed into something hard and thick and far larger than itself and bounced in the air, slamming once again into a solid surface and rolling chaotically to a stop. Theo knew in the back of his mind that he should be nauseous from all the random jolting and spinning, but there was also something that he had smelled in the cocktail the Aeropaths had given him that told him that he was not supposed to give a single flying fig right now about anything, and frankly he was fine with that. When the world finally stopped swirling, Theo found himself lying on his back, staring at a sealed doorway just in front of him. There was a loud bang and a hiss of escaping air followed by a semi-distant thud, and when Theo opened his eyes suddenly the door was gone. Theo took a whiff of the breathable atmosphere outside with his demicanine senses... it smelled amazing out there! So much fresh meat... Caught in a distant, bewildered, haze, Theo felt his mouth watering before he snapped to attention. Was he sinking? Suddenly it all came to Theo: this was a deployment pod, he was on Wrecking Crew, and he needed to leave! He scrambled to unbuckle his restraints and to cinch on the armor that must have gotten busted in the landing. Gosh - where was he, exactly? Like a man-sized meerkat, Theo poked his head out from his landing pod and surveyed the scene set before him. Meat and bone-walled caverns as far as the eye could see! Theo's one-way landing craft had apparently mired itself in the shallows of some greasy meat-bog, and it was inexorably sinking deeper into the oily muck. The teal-skinned dog-man grabbed a large egg-shaped bundle and his trusty Unbalanced K-Hammer, "Rusty," and strode with purpose to drier and more solid... ground. Movement: 124 -> 113 (If allowed, broadcast at 2-hex radius: "#12 to 113.") Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 03:32 on Jul 12, 2020 |
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WRECKER 10: Bonny-Anne Elsewhere HP: 3/3 | Move: 2/2 | Med: 3/3 | Power: 3/3 | Air: 3/3 | Scrap: Dead broke Adrenal Accelerator: When subject is hit during ENC, subject's ACT is Boosted. Rigspike: A Power Attack against a synthetic unit may be changed to x/Disable3. The pod hatch jettisons with a rush of atmo. A lean shape, levering herself up by the handrails, flips up and over and out onto the spongy ground. Bonny completes her dramatic exit with a gymnast's flair and a lunatic's grin. Hands raised ribward she finds one of the ubiquitous camera drones and meets its lenticular gaze. "Welcome to the execution of the 'orrid pirate Bonny-Anne Elsewhere! Let the scrip show she was merked as she lived... too flash, too slique, and just enough murdersplosion." BA bows elaborately in all directions to a non-existent throng, makes an exaggerated wink at an apparently blank section of vatmeat, and then breaks into a sprint. MOVE: From 113 to 123 to 134 Not Alex fucked around with this message at 01:09 on Jul 12, 2020 |
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WRECKER 7: Slitherin' Sidious HP: 2/2 MV: 4 DR: 1 HazDR: Burn 2 Hit TN: 4. Scrap: 00. Luxe: -013. Belt: 3 Air, 3 Med, 3 Power. Tokens: None. Headhunter: Multiples of 4 = X2 Damage. Penetrator w/Power Attacks. Scan is freeACT. Cyber (2/2) Mutations (0/3) Utilities (2/2) Weapons (1/2) Armor (1/1) Minions (0/2) Jacklegz©: +1 MV Weapon Mount: EZ-Snipe mounted: attacks are upscaled, free to extract, cannot be destroyed while bound to aug. GroGutz: Loaded. +1 HP restored when using a Heal ACT. Hazmat-B: Loaded. Burn DR +2 Another Day, Another Fight Ned got to shake himself awake, which meant it'd been a soft landing and the bribe had worked. Or he'd been one lucky chrome-rear end wrecker. Either way, he was as happy as a man-thing thrown into the rotting jaws of a Calorie Court meatrocity could be. He cracked his neck as he began to work the seals, letting the motion travel all the way down his spine, feeling the cold comfort of his EZ-Snipe brush against it and the GroGutz vat both, before remembering to check the discarded lid of his loaded STB. Mauve Horizon had left him feeling wonderfully loose and limber, but what else had he lucked into...? Hazmat-B. Fragalicious, anti-grease would come in real handy if the rear got roasty. Gear assessed, Ned cracked the final seal of his pod, allowing the dank stank of CYST to envelop his olfactory sensoriums and letting his sadly-still too-human eyes take in the squishy hallway outside. The place ached with the after-tremors of his entry and CYST proved hot, humid, and stinking of raw, meaty farts. He could take or leave the third, but the first two were perfect for his solid-rear end snake shtick. Pleasant, even. With a gulp, the Headhunter swallowed the rat he'd been slowly savoring. Plenty of new prey to be had. He just had to find them. Aim and remain in place.
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,,, HP: 3/3 MV: 2 DR: 1 --- Scrap: 000 Luxe: -10 Belt: Med: 3, Pow: 3, Air: 3 Tokens: --- AUGS: [2/4]C, [0/1]M [1]Rigspike: A Power Attack against a synthetic unit may be changed to x/Disable3. [1]Heuristic Precognizer: Subject may reroll 1 die per Round. https://i.imgur.com/nQykRSd.mp4 MOV:804->805->904
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Jul 12, 2020 01:55
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  "Good luck, meatbound murderhobos. I see no reason why we can't kick off the festivities with an oldie-but-goodie that remains right on-point for Pertinax." Dehumanise Yourself and Face to Bullet (Preferably Your Bullet, Their Face): Shoot something in the face. "There will be more later, and I'll be publishing a one-use Rig Silo code for a lovely piece of work called the Carnifex once we've got things moving."
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Jul 12, 2020 02:40
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"drugs. weapons. computers. it's me, lol" hey derek a lil' tweeter told me RT: derek wants to do a lot of drugs while Wrecking so u want one of those Exclusive Deals?? (Y/n) Luxe: 0 Crates: 2 Gamma Challenges: sending signals: score the first kill of the map
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Jul 12, 2020 03:34
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Captain Foo posted:
"Dear GU$TAV, "My employers cut me off and the last thing they gave me was the stuff that turned me into a Breaker. It didn't even give me a good buzz when it transformed me. Please hook me up with something stronger." Accepting exclusive
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Jul 12, 2020 03:42
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 Magitek Mafia "Sufficiently advanced Sponsor Luxe: 0 Sponsor "Inventory:" --PENDING WCLTD D-TERMINATION-- Hey hey, Wreckers! Been a hot minute, eh? Rest assured the Magitek Mafia are back in bidness, ready to prescribe assuredly legal merchandise to alla youse fellas... for the right price, of course! Aw hey lookit that robo-dog-boy weirdo! Ain't he the cutest? Hey Theo, you want some good poo poo on the cheap? Just say the word! [Extending an Exclusive Sponsorship with definitely no strings attached to Theo Reticule! Sponsor Exclusive Item to be determined, there's not much market for Magic BEANS anymore...] Challenges: Show Me Da Meat-y! - Upload a locally-sourced Item earmarked for the Magitek Mafia.
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#12 - Theo Reticule, Rookie Junker HP: 5/5 Move: 1 Luxe: -008 DR: DR Belt Tokens: 3 Med // 3 Power // 3 Air // 0 Scrap Hazard Tokens: 1 Break Junker: Salvaging yields +1 Scrap. May Salvage as a FreeACT. Power Attacks gain +Junk. Cyber [2/5]: Spinal Array (+1 Scan Range.) // Rigspike (A Power Attack against a synthetic unit may be changed to x/Disable3.) Weapons [1/2]: Unbalanced K-Hammer, "Rusty" (1d4/5 +Break, Melee) Armor [1/1]: CS Armor 1 (+1 DR, 2 Mod Slots) Utility [1/2]: AdrenoMAX (Loaded. +1 Damage when Power Attacking. Reload for 1 Scrap) Familiar [1/2]: Autofalconoid, "Merlin" (1 HP, 1 Power. ACT+Power: Collect items from remote hexes when deployed. 1d8 attack if contested. ACT: Restore Power.) Consumables: none // Items: none // Notes: Exclusive Wrecker of Magitek Mafia. Listen Along: Beans - Beans Freestyle (Ratatat Remix) As he trudged through the shin-deep, greasy meat-marsh with his K-Hammer "Rusty" balanced on his shoulder and a large robotic egg tucked under his arm, the dog-boy Wrecker Theo Reticule felt something buzzing in the back of his mind. Strange - he thought he'd turned off his comms' cranial vibration settings... that landing must have jostled something serious inside his skull's cybernetics. A flashy animated alert appeared within the corner of his visor - at first, it looked almost like an ancient, pre-Collapse popup ad.  Oh... it was Magitek Mafia! Theo vaguely recalled that the shady deal-making megacorp had been that Hiver-Horrific Apiary Anne's Sponsor back in the last season of Wrecking Crew, RISE. She hadn't made it to the very end, of course (only Talcum B. Buzzem had), but Magitek's own brand awareness with the teeming masses had skyrocketed to a global scale as a result. Their Magic Beanz recipe was a closely-guarded trade secret, and vats of the stuff could be found worldwide in all sorts of sports, wargames, and athletics facilities. They were a Good Brand, with very lucrative business models, and Theo always wanted to be a loyal wrecker to a Good Brand. Furthermore, Theo's mentor at Cosmiq Dr. Skipp Wiley Sr. would likely approve of their business union, and in the end benefiting Cosmiq was all that really mattered... While his legalese e-reader scanned the triple-fine print in the Sponsor contract (eventually coming back with 37 cautionary legal prompts on the first page alone), Theo waded up onto a dry, lumpy outcropping of meat-turf that jutted out from the grease swamp and set down his metal egg. Within a couple clicks, growls, and taps, Theo was past the permissions-granting steps of the agreement and ready to log on to his Magitek Mafia services account. "First things first -" Theo said to the camera drones that had gathered around him. "My name is Theo Reticule, and as Cosmiq's entrant into Wrecking Crew this season I hereby officially accept Magitek Mafia's offer for an Exclusive contract. May our brands' union grow strong!" Theo pumped a fist in the air as a sign of solidarity. "Secondly, as per our agreement, I will hereby officialize section 2b-3q of our contract by naming my 'firstborn' after a famous wizard." Theo Reticule pressed the button on top of the metal egg and the articulated shell folded back to reveal the mechanical body of an Autofalconoid. "Arise, Merlin!" The synthetic bird let out a metallic screech from its robo-beak to acknowledge its new designation and fluttered onto Theo's shoulder with a flap of its nanoweave wings. > Theo accepts the Exclusive Sponsorship offer from Magitek Mafia!
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