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WRECKER 3: Vatman Jones      HP: 5/5[6] Move: 3 Scrap: 00 Luxe: 000 DR: DR2 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 2 Air // 3 Med // 3 Power Hazard Tokens:   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. Vatman Jones did not quite yet comprehend the words used by the Rook agent, but his empathy looping did tell him they were angry with him. Disappointed. With a sniffle, Vatman got back to work on the wiring he had uncovered, despite his burns and rapidly developing radiation poisoning. All he did was shock himself again. ENC: Improv Table Roll: 1d6 6 Exposed Conduits! Aim soaks Disable1! 
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        #12 - Theo Reticule, Rookie Junker HP: 3/5 Move: 1 Scrap: 01 Luxe: 002 Sponsor: Magitek Mafia DR: DR 1 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 3 Med // 3 -> 2 Power // 3 -> 2 Air Hazard Tokens: none 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: 1 Scrap) Familiar [1/2]: Autofalconoid, "Merlin" (1 HP, 1 Power. ACT+1Power: Collect items from remote hexes when deployed. 1d8 attack if contested. ACT: Restore Power.) Consumables: none // Items: Biological Sample // Notes: none Listen Along: Canned Heat - Jamiroquai The scent of toxic methane reached Theo Reticule's nostrils, and instantly the dog-boy's sharpened canine senses informed the human side of him that he wanted to retch. "Masks up! We got some Bad Gas incoming." Theo barked to Bonny-Anne, as though he was giving the orders around here instead of sharing friendly advice. Staring out across the waste fill they were hunkered down in, Theo started to pull deep, long breaths of his oxygen tank to calm his nerves before the enemy finally arrived. Those Gristlegrinders were prowling nearby, Theo knew it without a reasonable doubt. Theo's ears perked up at noise. Something was coming to their particular pile of junk out here among the junk-strewn grease marshes. The sound of footsteps approached fast, splashing through puddles of fat... it betrayed a bipedal gait, meaning it wasn't that of a cyborg attack dog. A mutant, perhaps? Theo braced himself for whatever it was that might appear. Just before Theo could get a look good look at whatever it was approaching, a beastly purple Dropper landed down right next to Theo's hiding spot and took aim at the approaching figure with a cruel-looking lightning thrower. It was the special target, the Drop Tardigraider from the Wrecking Crew Announcements! That crazy-dangerous sentient bear-thing must be following... Ra Maximum was here?! What luck! The pink-skinned Wrecker must have gotten Theo's broadcast after all! Theo didn't pause to contemplate the appearance of this dangerous target, instead he crept forward with his hammer "Rusty" until he got well within power-charge range. The Unbalanced K-Hammer thrummed in Theo's hands as he powered up his suit's reactive gyros and charged his prey, knocking the Drop Tardigraider's proverbial socks off and sending the purple people-eater bouncing brokenly off the fleshy walls beyond. Theo marked the body's landing site and turned to witness the rest of the carnage playing out. From what he could see, the Gristlegrinders were chasing after Ra Maximum and angling after Bonny-Anne in her Gamma Enforcer, which she'd stood back up to its full height to make a shot. Thinking fast, Theo started swinging his Unbalanced K-Hammer Rusty at the various loose piles of scrap and garbage tissue around him, sending chunks of debris flying at the three hellion hounds to blind and distract them. Encounter: > Ambush: Aimed Power Attack with Unbalanced K-Hammer vs Drop Tardigraider!: 1d8 6 - Hit! 5 damage +Junk +Break, -1 Power and -1 Air units! > Encounter: Suppress remaining non-Wrecker enemies Sponsors: Oh hey, it looks like that Sponsor-bot Gu$tav beat us to the punch, eh Magitek Mafia? Well, let's save up for something good anyway! I've been thinking about kitting myself out in some experimental armors. I've just got to get some income first! After that Tardigraider kill, a stipend should hopefully be coming your way! Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 06:54 on Jul 28, 2020 |
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In a lull of fighting, 2Can flies down from its air-patrol to land on Lonáns wrist, saluting her before opening it's beak, revealing a holo-display lens that shone an important message into Lonáns view-ports. Concordant Holomessage posted:""Good day, Wreckers. This is Hilde Stahl, Director of Public Relations for the Concordant Company. It is my hope that through your efforts you can raise awareness of quality Concordant electronics, and that Concordant can help provide you with effective resources to ensure your continued survival and hopeful prosperous future. I hope to maintain positive working relations with you all. We are, of course, interested in potential exclusive sponsorship deals with any Wreckers who believe they can represent the Concordant brand with quality and professionalism. Contact us through your DVice to inquire after an exclusive position. Director Stahl out.""  "Caw! Polly want a crack at that contract an' no mistake! A'int nothin' sweeter to an "ex" pirate than reliability. Where do I sign?!" Offering my services as Concordant's Exclusive Wrecker.
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 "We here at Dubhàn may or may not have replaced Vatman Jone's pod door with a little something of our own design. And yet, as I watch his comically oversized hands fumble around the premium plating, I cannot help but think such an experience was wasted on him." paper bag with a face fucked around with this message at 13:32 on Jul 28, 2020 |
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WRECKER 8: Dunk Tuggum    HP: 2/2 Move: 2 (Shift) Scrap: 0 Luxe: -1 DR: 1 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 2 Air // 2 Med // 2 Power // 0 Buff Hazard Tokens: 1 Warp Cyber: 1/1 Muts: 2/4 Augs posted:Heuristic Precognizer: Subject may reroll 1 die per Round. [Unused this round] Dunk Tuggum dove behind cover, watching. Waiting. ENC: Cover
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WRECKER 14: Shines-in-Heaven   Shines-in-heaven: HP: 3/3 Move: 2 Scrap: 1 Current DR: 2 Belt resources: Power: 2 Medical Units: 2 Air: 1 Tokens: 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: - As she was carefully put down again by Slid, Shines-in-Heaven pulled herself upright again and began to pace. "So, now you lure in our target, hai? Better not miss your shot then!" ENC: Boost
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WRECKER 2: Cyka      Cyber (2/4): Bone Lacing 1, Rail Loader 1 HP 3/3 Sponsored by Brainfood Upcycled Nootropics. You don't need to know what it was, just eat it! Cyka, having sized up the area, launched their grapple into the fleshy ceiling above the sliders and ran laterally, lacerating the membrane... Improv!: 1d6 4 Causing a large lump of teratomachinery to come crashing down... 'Industrial equipment' (aim): 1d10 10!! Right on top of one of the beasties! Punching the air, Cyca declaimed, "See? Now that's more like it! One down, two to go! Uh, better cap the elocution, Oh-two is dropping." -1 Air token Sponsors: Maybe a gundrone with extra gun? I'm looking to move on sooner rather than later, though I'll kill these meatlumps one at a time if I have to.
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Dimensional Derek     x5HP: 2/2 Tokens: 1 Warp Jacklegz©: +1 Move. D-Mutation - Pulse Wave: Gain a special attack mode, 1d6/3 Push 1 Derek looked at his air supply with concern. "I'll help you out with the robot but I'm worried about my breathing cans." "Hey, surgery guy," Derek shouted at the lung bandit, "We'll talk cosmetics when they turn the air back on." ENC: Boost if it doesn't drain oxygen. Doing nothing if it does.
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WRECKER 7: Slitherin' Sidious     HP: 2/2 MV: 4 DR: 1 HazDR: Burn 2 Hit TN: 4. Luxe: -06. Belt: 1/3 Air, 2/3 Med, 3/3 Power. Tokens: 0 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 Ned rolled his eyes and waved off the hawking cries of the Lung Bandit as his Jacklegz squelched to a halt on a tarmac of mostly-solid bacon gristle. He gingerly put Shines down as Derek re-materialized, indicating that the D-Breaker was in on the jig and that everything had gone to plan. Almost everything. The app to his internal oxygen debt avoidance apparatus had started to blink with an ominous orange-reddish light on his wristpad. The new dank-stank of CYST was vicious, threatening to tear his lungs new internal nostrils - particularly after his jog - but the filters remained functional and filling his bloodstream with the enriched stuff from his oxy-tanks. The danger was them running out. But... they had a plan and a goal and he'd adapt to the situation. Ned grinned at the impromptu Krew. "Let's bag us the big 'un, yeh?" With that he hit the deck, and started snaking his way up and across a fatty knot that'd serve as high ground for his next shot. He lubriciously horked forth his rifle when he saw the shape of his target loom into distant view, and took careful aim through the sensors. "Ghome gegh ghome," gargled the headhunter, narrowly avoiding a fat copyright claim from sheer inaudibility. A fat pustulous wart popped under him as he did, throwing his aim off by inches, the shot whizzing past the face-plate of his prey's armored hull. Embarrassing, but not fatal. No, what could easily be fatal would be the Broiler's attention. Despite that, Ned hoped he'd gotten it. ENC: EZ-Snipe Broiler At Range: 1d10 2 Spend 1 Air to attack.
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   #5 - Opal Dang-Cobra, Rookie Junker HP: 5/5 Move: 1 Luxe: -016 DR: DR1 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 3 Med // 2 Power // 2 Air // 0 Scrap Hazard Tokens: none Junker: Salvaging yields +1 Scrap. May Salvage as a FreeACT. Power Attacks gain +Junk. Cyber [2/5]: Eyegear (+1 Upscale) // Magneto-Mantle (Spend 1 Scrap at start of ENC to gain DR 1 for phase) Weapons [1/2]: Unbalanced K-Hammer (1d4/5 +Break, Melee) Armor [1/1]: CS Armor 1 (+1 DR, 2 Mod Slots) Utility [1/2]: GroGutz (Heal ACT restores +1 HP) Familiar [1/2]: none "Oh, gently caress off you two, we're clean. As clean as you can be in the middle of all this gunk. Go roast a Meatmallow or something." Unfortunately, trained Purifiers were significantly more agile than giant blobs of meat. ENC: Power Attack vs Purifier: 1d8 2
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  1. Dimensional Derek / 7. Slitherin' Sidious / 14. Shines-in-Heavent D-Derek Boosts ACT! Sidious attacks Broiler (NE) from Range, but misses! Broiler is provoked! Sidious loses 1 Air Unit! Air depleted! Shines Boosts ACT! 2. Cyka Cyka Improvises...Industrial Equipment collapses! >Slider 1 is hit! Cyka loses 1 Air Unit! Slider 1 misses Cyka! Slider 2 misses Cyka! Slider 2 misses Cyka! Slider 1 takes 8 Damage (reduced from 10) and is destroyed! 3. Vatman Jones Vatman Jones is trapped in his pod! Vatman Improvises...Exposed Conduits overload! Vatman is Disabled x1! 4. Eugenius McBuster McBuster Improvises...Exposed Conduits overload! >Knight Barbacoa is Disabled x5! >McBuster is Disabled x1! Knight Barbacoa is Fully Disabled! 5. Opal Dang-Cobra / 6. Acolyte Power Attack! Opal misses Lost Purifier! Opal loses 1 Air Unit! Acolyte Improvises...Industrial Equipment collapses! >Industrial Equipment hits Grimacing Horror! Acolyte loses 1 Air Unit! Grimacing Horror misses Acolyte! Lost Purifier misses Opal! Torchlight misses Opal! Grimacing Horror takes 10 DAMAGE and is destroyed! >Bounty +2 Acolyte 8. Dunk Tuggum Dunk takes Cover! Skate 1 hits Dunk! Skate 2 hits Dunk! Dunk takes no damage (reduced from 2) and loses 2 Med Units! Med depleted! Skate 1 gains 1 HP! Skate 2 gains 1 HP! 9. Ra Maximum / 10. B.A. Elsewhere / 12. Theo Reticule Ambush! Power Attack! Theo hits Drop Tardigraider! Theo loses 1 Air Unit! Drop Tardigraider takes 5 Damage and is destroyed! >Bounty: Green Reward Crate! >Theo's Green Reward Crate contains 5 Scrap and HandGunnR HelpR!  Ra Improvises...Junk Tower topples! >Gristlegrinder 1 avoids damage! >Gristlegrinder 2 >Gristlegrinder 3 is hit! Ra loses 1 Air Unit! Elsewhere's Enforcer hits Gristlegrinder 1! Elsewhere loses 1 Air Unit! Theo lays down Suppression! Gristlegrinder 1 misses Enforcer! Gristlegrinder 2 misses Enforcer! Gristlegrinder 3 misses Enforcer! Gristlegrinder 1 takes 9 Damage (reduced from 10) and is destroyed! >Bounty +1 Elsewhere Gristlegrinder 2 takes 4 damage (reduced from 5) and is destroyed! >Bounty +1 Ra Gristlegrinder 3 takes 4 damage (reduced from 5) and is destroyed! >Bounty +1 Ra 11. Talcum Bee Buzzem Ambush! Talcum Retreats to 809! Talcum loses 1 Air Unit!   Talcum takes Cover! Grimacing Horror hits Talcum from NW! Talcum takes no damage (reduced from 2!) 15. Lonán Murder-Birb Lonán Improvises...Industrial Equipment collapses! >Industrial Equipment hits Gristlegrinder 1! Lonán loses 1 Air Unit! Manburglar misses Lonán! Gristlegrinder 1 misses Lonán! Gristlegrinder 2 misses Lonán! Gristlegrinder 1 takes 9 Damage and is destroyed! >Bounty: 1L 16. The Late Johnson Johnson takes Cover! Manburglar misses Johnson! Nugget hits Johnson! Johnson takes no damage (reduced from 1)! Challenge Voided posted:>Drastic Overkill!!: Overkill a foe for more than its HP.   Wreckers, take Action!  Sponsors-Only Map 
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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 Optiscope Counter: 1 Cash Money: 5L "Okay, time for my master plan. Make some money on the easiest challenge on the board first before anyone else does!" ACT: Nothing, not a drat thing, jack squat TheNabster fucked around with this message at 21:12 on Jul 28, 2020 |
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  HP: 3/3 MV: 2 DR: 1 HazDR: None. TN to be Hit: 4. Scrap: 00. Luxe: 0. Belt: 1 Air, 3 Med, 2 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: Lonán leaned over the flat-pack gristlegrinder, its legs bent at unnatural angles under a literal ton of garbage. Why was there so much metal on a meateroid even?? This place was half scaffolding, by the look of things! Never the less, even though the synthbeast was very obviously destroyed, that was nothing a little elbow grease and a turbo-charged cattle-prod couldn't change. Not that Lonán had encountered gristlegrinders before, but synthbeasts were not uncommon aboard the SIMURGH and they all functioned pretty much the same, at the end of the day. "Looks like the auxiliary gauge sprocket is kaput, 2Can. Fetch me a 40,2FC 12´´ wretchet an' be quick about it, I need you flyin' circles above that wrekt wrecker cashe before one of the other birblovers nabs it." ACT: Spend all my air wrangling the defeated Gristlegrinder 1 BIRBACT: GOTO 102, fetch me something from that dead wrecker!
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HP: 6/6 MV: 3 DR: 3 HazDR: None. TN to be Hit: 5. Scrap: 00 Luxe: 000 Belt: 1 Air, 3 Med, 3 Power. Tokens: 3 Infest. Sponsor: Diamond IAMC. 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. Motile Biocover HP: 3/3. Orders: Only block mugging attempts and lethal damage. The swarmling listens in captivation to the Haggler's offer. They respond with a lengthy chitter, one pair of arms gesticulating in front of them while another forms to clasp in a dignified manner behind their back. Ending with a confident "ZZZZ zzzz?" They proffer a plump, squirming grub, dripping with strange oils. At a passing shadow they abort the exchange and bolt for cover, scanning steaklactites with gun at the ready. Pursuing/Ranged Opponent(s): 2x Gristlegrinder Infest: 1/0. 1x Grimacing Horror Location: 809 ACT: DMed to Bee malbogio fucked around with this message at 22:59 on Jul 28, 2020 |
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 "drugs. weapons. computers. it's me, lol" folks can i get a hearty round of lmaos for vatman jones Luxe: 10 Challenges[2]: 1337 h4x0r (r3w: enter 640942fd3bdbaa339b839db017ece7fd into any terminal. sharing protocol violation: score a telefrag.
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WRECKER 2: Cyka Cyber (2/4): Bone Lacing 1, Rail Loader 1 HP 3/3 Sponsored by Brainfood Upcycled Nootropics. Now available in faux-taupe! Cyka conserved his air supply. ACT: Nothing that'd deplete an air token. Sponsors: Up to you, you're the brains of this operation. Otherwise I'll keep whittling them down until it's safe to move on.
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WRECKER 7: Slitherin' Sidious HP: 2/2 MV: 4 DR: 1 HazDR: Burn 2 Hit TN: 4. Luxe: -06. Belt: 1/3 Air, 2/3 Med, 3/3 Power. Tokens: 0 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 While slurping his gun like a chunky noodle and cracking his jaw back in place Ned checked his scanner before sliding down the fat-hill. He waved to the others, thumbs up. The prey had taken the bait. Now they had to get the welcome mat ready. Shame he'd just about run out of air, but he did have Gullet Gusher fodder. In a pinch it could re-oxygenate his bloodstream and clean out whatever gassy gunk his weak-rear end human lungs and liver would object to. freeACT:Tight Scan the Lung Bandit. ACT: Ambush
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  {Health 2/2 :: Medicine 3/3 :: Power 3/3 :: Air 2/3} {Scrap 1 :: Luxe 16} 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 0/1} Eugenius can tell his gambit worked when he begins to hear the sound of sizzling meat - the knight shorted out (for now) and fumbled the plasma lance to the ground. The sizzling harmonizes with the low, droning wheeze of the failing sphincter and the frantic auto-tuned squawks coming from McThrall. With his eyes, nose, and mouth sealed, this horrible sound is all the headhunter can sense. Eugenius McBuster (freeACT): Tight Scan on whatever lies beyond the sphincter Autofalconid (ACT): Recover Power
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  Hilde Stahl's voice on Lonán's DVice remains crisp and professional when it eventually cuts back in. "Lonán. The Concordant Company thanks you for your interest in establishing an exclusive sponsorship arrangement. Given time to review your situation, I believe that your survival is currently viable, and that your possess the necessary competence to reflect well on the Concordant brand. Given these facts, the Concordant Company formally accepts your offer of an exclusive and legally-valid sponsorship contract. On behalf of the Concordant Company, let me be the first to wish you success on CYST and on future fields of Wrecking Crew. Director Hilde Stahl out." Entering into an exclusive sponsorshp with Lonán Murder-Birb.
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   ,,, HP: 3/3 MV: 2 DR: 1 --- Luxe: -3 Belt: Med: 3, Pow: 3, Air: 1 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. Echoing of pained yelps. The last squelches of falling bits meat. The footsteps of one Ra Maximum. - Carnage! Dropping down from the pile of collapsed flesh, he walks towards the opening. He stops, and delivers a kick to the side of a dead synth sending bits of bone flying. Black boots, red splatters. He approaches Theo Reticule. - Hhrhhhh... - Wrecker number twelve. Here at the center of everything. He sizes up what little remains of the dropper. - I will not kill you, no. He nods, salutes and moves on. There. A rig. Rigs must be jacked. - HEY, YOU! Is the pilot listening? Ra Maximum raises his voice volume, but then suddenly freezes up- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GENKOO6bjz4 -as the precog heatsinks pop out from the back of his head, glowing red. He stands motionless. FreeACT: Swap, accept Theo's offer Jvie fucked around with this message at 19:05 on Jul 29, 2020 |
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The Concordant Company logo flashes up on a general announcement on Wrecker DVices. Hilde Stahl's voice, when she speaks, remains crisp and brisk, but a hint of genuine pleasure can be heard at the edges. "The Concordant Company is very pleased to announce that WCLTD is now permitting direct sales of the Concordant Companion to Wreckers in the field. The Concordant Companion remains the premiere name in personal data management appliances, giving you direct access to all the information you need to conduct yourself successfully in the challenges life presents you. Experience the Concordant difference. Director Hilde Stahl, Concordant Public Relations, out." 
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  "If the large ones dies, I'm hoping for his head as a trophy. If that's alright with the rest of you."
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#12 - Theo Reticule, Rookie Junker HP: 3 -> 5/5 Move: 1 Scrap: 06 -> 08+ -> 04+ Luxe: 002 Sponsor: Magitek Mafia DR: DR 1 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 3 -> 1 Med // 2 Power // 2 -> 1 Air Hazard Tokens: none 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 [2/2]: 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: 1 Scrap) Familiar [1/2]: Autofalconoid, "Merlin" (1 HP, 1 Power. ACT+1Power: Collect items from remote hexes when deployed. 1d8 attack if contested. ACT: Restore Power.) Consumables: none // Items: Biological Sample // Notes: none Listen Along: This is the Remix - Girl Talk Still jamming along to his tunes on his #mercnmedia TuneZEN channel, Theo Reticule busted into a groovin' shuffle slamming piles of trash through the fetid air at the gristlegrinders with his Unbalanced K-Hammer Rusty. As he swung away, he watched the cyborg attack dogs all fall to the two other Wreckers in real time. One gristlegrinder took a devastating hit to the center mass from Bonnie-Anne's Gamma Enforcer riot cannon, and the other two gristlegrinders were thoroughly buried under a junk-laden wave of necrotic tissue that spilled from an organic rupture in the wall started by Ra Maximum. The returning stunt-Wrecker casually surfed down the sloughing meat spillage on his mundane space boots and slid to a halt on the greasy meat-swamp. "That was totino amazemalls, Ra! Ra Maximum, everybody!" Theo cheered, clapping his heavy durashock gloves. The battle was finished, thanks to Ra. Theo slung his K-hammer on his pack's back and then danced and shimmied his way over to where he saw the Dropper land. What Theo found inside the Dropper's packs included piles of Scrap and a Handgunner Helper, a special sort of pistol that fired Wrecking Crew-approved Assist Flares. "Score!" he reported, bopping his head to the TuneZEN beat. Theo holstered the gun and bagged the scrap into three portions and turned around to see Ra Maximum staring at him with a baleful gaze. "Hhrhhhh..." the Wrecker hissed. The Bad Gas must be getting to him. "Wrecker number twelve. Here at the center of everything." The pink man's wizened eyes flicked aside from behind his mask and scanned what little remained of the Dropper. "I will not kill you, no," stated Ra. He nodded, saluted and moved on. There: like that, he and Theo were Wrecker allies. Slightly perturbed by the spooky interaction, the dog-man Junker Theo issued an order to his Autofalconoid and resumed searching the Tardigraider for any other hidden goods, and while he searched, he scanned the Wreckfeeds to get an idea of what the other Wreckers were up to. As he walked back to the camp, Theo gave his assessment to his co-Wrecker teammates: "So: Wreckfeeds're showin' me: #1, #14, and #7 are krewing together, a couple clicks away from the map-west Strato-Cradle. Numbers 5 and 6 are palling around somewhere elsewise. Veteran Wreckman Talcum Bee Buzzen made it to the Fabric8r, and Wrecker #8's just appeared at the Rig Silo." "Advise..?" Theo said over the local comms, just as he noticed that Ra Maximum had apparently blown a fuse in his cybernetics just ahead. Twin stacks of superhot metals protruded from the base of Ra Maximum's skull, and the Wrecker seemed to be frozen in place. Theo waved a hand in front of Ra Maximum's face and got no reaction. He looked to Bonny-Anne and shrugged. Rather than bother the Wrecker - who was clearly locked in some kind of emergency cooling cycle - Theo took a bag with some scrap from his haul in it and tied it around the frozen Wrecker's wrist so that he wouldn't miss the gift when he booted back up again. As he hustled his way over to Bonny-Anne and her rig, Theo took deep draws from his air tanks and permitted his suit to begin repairing the damage done by the Ribbon Skates to his suit and his body. Action: (Bonny-Anne and Ra Maximum may peek) > FamiliarACT: Theo sends out his Autofalconoid familiar Merlin to retrieve something in 102! > Autofalconoid vs DPM Pistol or else another Autofalconoid in 102: 1d8 1 - Miss! > FreeACT: Theo salvages the hex contents [1x Drop Tardigraider, 3x GristleGrinders], receiving 2+X Scrap and making a Lootroll vs the Drop Tardigraider corpse! > Lootroll vs Drop Tardigraider (plus three GristleGrinders): 1d6+3 7 - Success! > FreeACT.Swap.Conditional: If Theo loots a weapon from the Tardigraider (putting Theo over kit limits), Theo swaps his Handgunnr Helpr to Ra Maximum! > FreeACT.Swap: Theo swaps 2 Scrap to Ra Maximum & swaps 2 Scrap to Bonny-Anne! > FullACT: Theo Heals, using 2 Med units to restore 2 HP (-2 Med units, -1 Air unit, 3 -> 5/5 HP)! Sponsors: So I'm thinking, Magitek Mafia - does it make sense for you to make a Sponsor Challenge that you think me, Bonny-Anne, and/or Ra Maximum could reasonably complete in the next couple rounds? Would that be too, uh, corrupt of an ask? I don't exactly know where the line gets drawn with you guys! Magitek Mafia has 10 Luxe, enough to buy a new Challenge slot and make a Challenge that we could complete in the next round, and you'd get 5L back. Alternatively, if you get your Stipend soon without making a new Challenge, you'll have 20 Luxe and I'll have 2... which is almost enough to afford a shipment of some Experimental Combat Suite Armor! Lux Anima fucked around with this message at 05:04 on Jul 29, 2020 |
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WRECKER 3: Vatman Jones HP: 5/5[6] Move: 3 Scrap: 00 Luxe: 000 DR: DR2 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 1 Air // 3 Med // 3 Power Hazard Tokens: 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. Vatman Jones continued screwing around with the wires, despite the constant shocks, lack of air, and generally unpleasant atmosphere in the pod. He furrowed his brow, discarded burnt flesh funneling down the bridge of his nose as he concentrated on the task his survival instincts told him was liable to work at some point. That point, alas, was not now. FreeACT: Endosymbiotic Brood to remove Burn ACT: Hack the Pod Door: 1d6 2 Theantero fucked around with this message at 14:15 on Jul 29, 2020 |
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Jul 29, 2020 04:46
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 Magitek Mafia "Sufficiently advanced Sponsor Luxe: 10-10=0 Sponsor "Inventory:" N/A Hey hey, Wreckers! Looks like things are heating up... but things are gettin' a bit dicey in the old marketplace lately, so we need to get a little creative rebranding going while our other irons are in the fire, yaknowwhatimtalkinbout, eh? Buying +1 Challenge Slot (-10 Luxe, New Total 0) Deploying a new Challenge: Creative "Rebranding"! Challenges: Show Me Da Meat-y! - Upload a locally-sourced Item earmarked for the Magitek Mafia. Disincorporation Incorporated - Enter the code SKIMMERWINNER at the Luxe Crucible. Creative "Rebranding" - Create and submit a new logo for the Magitek Mafia... that is still recognizably the Magitek Mafia's logo. Podima fucked around with this message at 05:25 on Jul 29, 2020 |
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Jul 29, 2020 05:22
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 "Take the trophies you like. We might want to negotiate for some sample rights, but I suspect that most of these proteomes are proprietary, and frankly the vat-thing isn't looking promising anyway. I was wondering if we might have some interesting neuroplasticity there, but... only regular plasticity, it appears. It really is a shame --" Susan's comms unit (one of the retro-chic models shaped like a "phone"-proportioned rectangle) goes off. "Dizzy? ... yes, yes, I've been meaning to get to that. For supply requisitions -- weapons are absolutely not my specialty. Dizzy, you've known me since before my arms grew in, I thought you'd have realized I don't know the first thing about weapons..." Soon, Cyka receives a sponsor narrowcast: "Cyka? This is Dismas Phlanges, Brainfood Special Solutions. 'Special Solutions: making sure you're not the precipitate,' yada yaya, yeah. I'm working your supply request, but we have a little snag. Rates for guns and drones heading into CYST are spiking -- go figure, right? Supply and demand, at it again. Point is, if you want a gundrone with a keeper gun, that's gonna run you a little more than we've got in wreckin'-around money. You want a modkit or something, we can do that, or if you wanna scrape up a little more luxe and give us a little more time with the revenue stream, that's an option. But if you need a gun, and you need it now... well, I can call some guys and make it happen, but it's gonna be an upcycled model. Really, more like sidecycled. 'Fell off a mining hauler and hit the dirt hard'-cycled. You thinking patience, or you thinking we play Supplier Roulette? Your call, I'll make it happen."
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Jul 29, 2020 08:39
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Sponsored by Brainfood Upcycled Nootropics. If you aren't feeding your brain, try opening that drop pod again. Quiet muttering into the comms ensues. Sponsors: Hey there, Dismas. Glad to get your greets on the grid. Yeah, I can be patient, and it could be smart to play the long game here. Modding a gun is a possibility, but with the armor on these folks I'd need to get a fair bit luckier on the upgrade than seems likely: The Stinger is a decent KO weapon if you get a great hit in but doesn't put a dent in anything with a carapace. Better save it for the big gun if I get to the rig silo, yeah? Hold off for now, I'll try to rack up the kills and get some cash.
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Jul 29, 2020 12:25
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    HP: 5/5, Move: 2 Debt: 8L Scrap: 2 Tokens: 3 Med, 3 Power, 1 Air Equipped Utility mods: Hazmat-B Augs: Adrenal Accelerator: When subject is hit during ENC, subject's ACT is Boosted. Jacklegz©: +1 Move Acolyte stares disapprovingly at the off-Brands as the corpse of the horror is absorbed into the ground meat. Such a waste of good salvage. ACT: none, in order to preserve my last air token.
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Jul 29, 2020 15:14
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Podima posted:Creative "Rebranding" - Create and submit a new logo for the Magitek Mafia... that is still recognizably the Magitek Mafia's logo.  
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Jul 29, 2020 16:40
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Podima posted:Creative "Rebranding" - Create and submit a new logo for the Magitek Mafia... that is still recognizably the Magitek Mafia's logo. Theo looked at the commemorative Magitek Mafia keychain he'd been given as part of his joining package. Had Magitek's logo-tag always been so hypnotic? 
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Jul 29, 2020 19:22
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[cruddy hurried post] Watching Vatman Jones yet again fall foul of the terrible, insurmountable opponent that is his pod door, Aethelred has to walk out of the room, containing his hysterics, scarcely, behind one hand.
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Jul 29, 2020 19:56
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Podima posted:Creative "Rebranding" - Create and submit a new logo for the Magitek Mafia... that is still recognizably the Magitek Mafia's logo.  Just posting this to dilute the cheevo pool lmao
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Jul 30, 2020 04:41
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#5 - Opal Dang-Cobra, Rookie Junker HP: 5/5 Move: 1 Luxe: -016 DR: DR1 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 3 Med // 2 Power // 2 Air // 0 Scrap Hazard Tokens: none Junker: Salvaging yields +1 Scrap. May Salvage as a FreeACT. Power Attacks gain +Junk. Cyber [2/5]: Eyegear (+1 Upscale) // Magneto-Mantle (Spend 1 Scrap at start of ENC to gain DR 1 for phase) Weapons [1/2]: Unbalanced K-Hammer (1d4/5 +Break, Melee) Armor [1/1]: CS Armor 1 (+1 DR, 2 Mod Slots) Utility [1/2]: GroGutz (Heal ACT restores +1 HP) Familiar [1/2]: none "Seriously, do you not know who I am? You're like fuckin' Paparazz--poo poo, you don't have cameras, do you? Yeah, that drone's definitely got a rec unit, Come on, get my good side, make it a good scandal." Opal draped herself over Acolyte. "Torrid love affair, right here. Dirtsheets will love this." ACT: Nothing
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Jul 30, 2020 05:26
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WRECKER 10: Bonny-Anne Elsewhere    HP: 3/3 | Move: 2/2 | DR: 1/1 | Med: 2/3 | Power: 3/3 | Air: 2/3 | Scrap: 1 | Luxe: -5 Mounted: Gamma Enforcer HP: 3/3 | Move: 3/3 | DR: 1/1 | Power: 3/3 | Hatch: Closed 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. Bonny-Anne looks down at the suddenly catatonic wrecker. She weighs odds of being able to hop out and rifle through his pockets before the cooling cycle completes. The pirate shrugs, worth a shot. ACT: Salvage FreeACT: Seal Hatch
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Jul 30, 2020 06:28
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Dimensional Derekx5 HP: 2/2 Tokens: 1 Warp Jacklegz©: +1 Move. D-Mutation - Pulse Wave: Gain a special attack mode, 1d6/3 Push 1 Act: Ambush
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Jul 30, 2020 08:37
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WRECKER 14: Shines-in-Heaven Shines-in-heaven: HP: 3/3 Move: 2 Scrap: 1 Current DR: 2 Belt resources: Power: 2 Medical Units: 2 Air: 1 Tokens: 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: - Slid was busy ingurgitating his gun again. While the shot had missed, it had nevertheless riled up the Broiler, and it wasn't like it was going to damage the heavily armed rig anyway, so everything was still going according to plan. Shines-in-Heaven started clambering up one of the meat walls, getting ready to pounce on the Broiler as soon as it came close enough. ACT: If possible, Swap 1 Air to Slid Ambush
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Jul 30, 2020 09:30
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A beaten up monitor shows the board room of Novatech, a leading provider of solar power equipment, nearly the entire C-Suite is assembled and clearly annoyed at being made to wait. After a few moments two people enter the room, one of them well-dressed but clearly uncomfortable, the other dressed in an old trench coat and visibly relaxed. At their approach one of the men in the room jumps to their feet and shouts: "Thompson, what the hell is this, why did you call a board meeting? And to make us wait? Do you have any idea how much poo poo you're in?" The woman in the trenchcoat pushes Johnson, who is now visibly sweating, into a chair, before addressing the man who had just yelled: "Mister Sugimori, how nice of you to come. I'm afraid Steven didn't call this meeting entirely of his own volition, he merely followed a request of mine." Sugimori is clearly taken aback at the woman addressing him, but still tries to rally and starts retorting: "What, who the gently caress are you? What are you- He is interrupted as the woman draws a Pertinax Ammunition Fabrication Systems - Charon Pattern™ Pistol from her coat and points it at him. "Do feel free to shut up, the reason I had Steven assemble you here is that I want to give you a short safety presentation, you corporate types do love presentations so much, don't you?" With that she presses some buttons on the table and the room enters presentation mode, the lights dimming, the doors locking and a holoprojector springing to life. After a wave of her gun Sugimori decides that caution is the better part of valor and sits down again. "Now, Gentlemen. The topic for today's safety presentation will be how to spot danger. Now, can anyone tell me what this is, and why you should be afraid of it? A picture begins floating in the room, courtesy of the projector:  Sugimori tried to rally and to seize back control over the meeting: "Why do you waste our time like this, that's clearly a boa constrictor that's eaten an Elephant, a six-year old could tell you that, we've all seen the holovids. And why do you think we should be afraid of it? They're long since extinct, and even if they weren't, we have legions of security guards equipped with the latest Dubhàn body armor standing by to take care of primitive animals like that" "See, this ignorant line of thinking is exactly why I'm here today Mr Sugimori" the woman replied "If you idiots had taken the smallest bit of time to look below the surface you would have found out why you should be afraid. Your company recently acquired the rights to the Solar-Venusian L1 point, did you not?" A round of agreement goes around the room "And you started working on building a solar farm there to power the atmo-Habitats floating in the Venusian atmosphere, didn't you?" Another round of agreement "And you further had a meeting with one Theobald Walden?" Sugimori smiles smugly as he replies "That union nut who wanted us to let him organise the satellites' workers and demanded insane things like a 12 hour workday? Yeah, I did, and I threw him out the airlock personally. Dang pinkos!" The woman sighs audibly and pinches the bridge of her nose "See, there it is again. If you had done the smallest amount of due dilligence, you'd have found out that Mr Walden worked for my boss and was organising the union on their behalf. Do you know what happens to that "boa constrictor" of yours if you peel away the top layer?" The projector clicks silently and moves on to the next image:  A murmur goes through the conference room and several faces go visibly white out of fear. "Yes, see, because you couldn't be arsed to do your loving job, you idiots murdered an agent of the Magitek Mafia, working to develop a new smuggling site. Now, if it were up to me, I'd make an example out of one or two of you for the future, since you clearly didn't know what you were doing, but ignorance is no excuse and my employers decided that a bigger signal was needed in order to drive home the message for others" She releases the security on her gun and points it at Sugimori, who's now sporting a wet patch on his suit trousers The tape stops and the two Pertinax Corpolice Officers watching it take a long drag from their Brainfood-branded cigarettes. "Anyway, that's when she started blasting, and, well you can see the outcome" They motion their head to the meeting room behind them, covered in bits of gore and chunks of COO, CFO, etc "Magitek is paid up this month?" their partner queries? "Yup, as usual" "Well, let's get the cleaners up in here then, they know the drill"
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WRECKER 8: Dunk Tuggum HP: 1/2 Move: 2 (Shift) Scrap: 0 Luxe: -1 DR: 1 HazDR: none Belt Tokens: 2 Air // 0 Med // 2 Power // 0 Buff Hazard Tokens: 1 Warp Cyber: 1/1 Muts: 2/4 Augs posted:Heuristic Precognizer: Subject may reroll 1 die per Round. [Unused this round] "This skate date was decidedly less tubular than anyone could have anticipated.©" ACT: Wide Scan
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