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Shogeton
Apr 26, 2007

"Little by little the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him"

"No, no, I know he made a quadruple kill, but quite frankly, he's likely to be in high demand for sponsorship deals after that, and don't forget that we need to do more than simply get our name out during the show. Marketing asked us for explosive footage, and carwrecks crashing robots is not quite what we want. Their name is Cryo, means cold. Don't really have the synergy there, you know?"

Then Doobrie took his action. "Now there is something. Nice fiery explosion, cooked meat and even some protectiveness towards a pregnant... being. Newtypes of course, but honestly, that can be a blessing. Activists really can get on your case if they see you sponor humans dying, but some newtypes? Well, human enough to feel some connection, not human enough to object to them getting tossed into this pit. I'm gonna go for it Jim"

He pressed the button, trying to make sure that his voice could reach Doobrie and Scramble.

"Quite an explosive performance, you two. Allow me to introduce myself. I represent Vesuvius Space BBQ supply, for Supernovalicious outdoor cooking. And I want to say we'll be keeping an eye on you. I'm rooting for you two to get the gold buddies. Give us a little ring-a-ding and we'll give you some assistance.

He then looked around. "Say, what is Wrecking Crew policy regarding adding some hats and shirts or stickers with our logo when we sponsor a wrecker?"

Adbot
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Dog Kisser
Mar 30, 2005

But People have fears that beasts do not. Questions, too.



[STRANGER / HP4 / MOVE4 / 26 LUXE / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT]

Stranger dug underneath the metal shape, looking for something other than rust. He pulled out an arm's length of material. Leather, or something like it, buried and protected against the weathering forces by hard-packed till. He stuffed it in his pack and kept scraping with fingers grown flat and stiff as shovels.

Salvaging poo poo like a total boss - again! 4d6=8

Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at Dec 7, 2017 around 05:23

Not Alex
Oct 9, 2012



[SCRAMBLE / HP: 4 / MOVE: 1 / CHITINOUS CARAPACE / REGENERATION]

"My hero. Friends sounds fine to me. Speaking of which, I'd watch your step on our way out of here, new friend. Why don't you figure out a safe way out while I see if these gene-wastes had any shinies?"

Salvage: 1d6 2

Oh, always pleased to hear from a sponsor, one must think about a stable future for one's... progeny. And tasty sauce too. Bonus!

Prince of Space
Apr 17, 2016



Hell Gem


Name: Kal Risso, Newtype HP: 5/5 Move: 3 Luxe: 02
Loadout: Squidpack, Patient Zero, Brachial Spurs

Kal Risso swore under his breath. He had spent too long here, trying to break into what was becoming a particularly pernicious problem. He dropped the rock he was holding and straightened out his arm, raised his wrist towards the rusted lock and fired off a brachial spur at high velocity. The aerodynamic bone shard shot out from his wrist and struck the busted lock with the full force of a gunshot.

The rusted padlock was utterly destroyed, and Kal opened the hatch. Rummaging around, he was assaulted by the cloying smells of authentic Neo-Mexican seasoning. That meant he'd find valuable SPICES in here.

Rich Salvage in the Taco Truck: 3d6 6

Theantero
Nov 6, 2011

...they shall march out of my laboratory and sweep away every adversary, every creed, every nation, until the very planet is in the loving grip of the Pax Bisonica. And then peace will reign, and the world, and all humanity, shall bow to me in humble gratitude...


[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING]

Nodding to himself, finally having convinced himself that the silo itself was without danger, Bobby-Jack clambered on the top, retrieved his rifle and a pair of binoculars, and started looking about. "You have to make sure the perimeter is clear before committing to silo-delving, so that the chem-raiders don't pepper you full of lead while your back is turned", he noted to himself, quietly.

"This has been survivalist tips with Bobby-Jack. Guaranteed to keep you from gruesome death, if not, you are entitled to a refund."


Scanning before Salvaging so that I will hopefully have something to shoot at during the next Encounter Phase. Got to Maximize the ACTION ECONOMY!!1!

WereGoat
Apr 28, 2017




[DOOBRIE / HP3 /MOVE 2/CYBER-RIGSPIKE]

"Oive jast boin owva in 11.11 en 11.10 , bawth ah froi frahm choicky baggas. Doe, 11.11 ad a goi wif noice sheyds frahm t' fewchah

Salvage: 1d6 2

roit! oi lav a bah bey kyew!

The Lord of Hats
Aug 22, 2010




[STEV ANSAHOK / HP: 3 / MOVE: 2 / 1 Luxe / CYBER: RIG JACK]

"Well, it was worth a shot."

Stev started picking through the wreckage for salvage, but he couldn't shake the feeling there should have been more than this around. There was still good scrap, but not fantastic

"Midge, I'm pretty sure someone else got through here before us. And if there's someone after us, too... it's going to get pretty crowded."

Scrounge for Luxe: 1d6 5

Bee Bonk
Feb 19, 2011



Next update is coming today: Get your Action orders in!

Crazycryodude
Aug 15, 2015

Lets get our X tons of Duranium back!

....Is that still a valid thing to jingoistically blow out of proportion?








[CRYO / HP: 1 (3) / MOVE: 2 / LUXE: 49 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA]

I'm... I'm alive? I'M ALIVE! And they even left me a toy...

Sweet sweet loot: 9d6 27

Mount up

Bee Bonk
Feb 19, 2011






1. BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON
Scanning...
...........................................................
..................................... ...........................................
No contacts!


2. STEV ANSAHOK
Salvages for 5 Luxe!

3. CRYO
Salvages 3 Gamma Rigs for 27 Luxe!
Gamma Enforcer Mounted!


Now it's on, Hazel. Cryo's a real force to be reckoned with from here on out.

With as much as she's bleeding, though, the upholstery in that thing is going to be ruined.


4. "MIDGE" GUREYEVITCH

A Wwizard shrugs and pulls out a shotgun!

Uh-oh! Don't engage with a wwizard, Midge. Wwizard ethics are nebulous.

At best!

Try zis, beeg man....can always to making more.



A Wwizard vanishes!

Oh. That went...differently than I expected.


5. STRANGER
Salvages Rich Salvage for 8 Luxe!


6. KAL RISSO
Salvages Rich Salvage for 6 Luxe!


7. OPERATIVE DELTA
Scanning...
Wrecker Stev Ansahok detected at 04.08!
Wrecker Midge Gureyevitch detected at 04.08!
Scan complete.



8.DOOBRIE
Salvages for 2 Luxe!


9. SCRAMBLE
Salvages for 2 Luxe!




Doobrie and Scramble
Intense Toxic Zone!
Doobrie takes 2 damage!
Scramble takes 2 damage!

They'd better make with the pronto exfiltratio, Hazel! Neither of these Wreckers can stand up to any more of that kind of metabolic damage!

I'm sure it's fine.





Here it is, the third round. And the first two have been something.

No Wreckers down just yet, Haze, but we got a few looking pretty melty around the edges!

New hardware on the field, and our first mounted wrecker. Things are heating up, so let's thank our Sponsors for making tonight's festivities possible.



quote:

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quote:

And now, Wrecker upload account standings:

1. BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON 0 Luxe uploaded.
2. STEV ANSAHOK 0 Luxe uploaded.
3. CRYO 18 Luxe uploaded.
4. "MIDGE" GUREYEVITCH 0 Luxe uploaded.
5. STRANGER 0 Luxe uploaded.
6. KAL RISSO 0 Luxe uploaded.
7. OPERATIVE DELTA 0 Luxe uploaded.
8.DOOBRIE 2 Luxe uploaded.
9. SCRAMBLE 22 Luxe uploaded.



Wreckers, get a Move on!



Sponsor-Only Map


Bee Bonk fucked around with this message at Dec 8, 2017 around 19:42

Theantero
Nov 6, 2011

...they shall march out of my laboratory and sweep away every adversary, every creed, every nation, until the very planet is in the loving grip of the Pax Bisonica. And then peace will reign, and the world, and all humanity, shall bow to me in humble gratitude...


[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING]

"Remember what they taught ye in the army", Bobby-Jack mumbled to himself with a slight shudder, "Boots after looks, ye, the sentry motto."

No reason to dally. Bobby-Jack clambered off from his post and made off on his rounds, casting paranoid side-eyed glances to everything as he did.

Performing a semicircular scouting maneuver around this hex. First go to 02.01., then 01.01. and then 01.02.

Nothingtoseehere
Nov 11, 2010




[OPERATIVE DELTA/ HP3 / MOVE3 / LUX = 1 RETRACTABLE BLADE]

Looking at his scan results, Delta smiles. Not perfect, but a interesting start at least. Still, no high-value targets around, so he headed off, EZ-snipe at the ready.

Move to 6.06, through 05.07, 05.06. If a scanned Wrecker will move into either of those hexs, move to the hex to the down-right of it instead.

Nothingtoseehere fucked around with this message at Dec 8, 2017 around 20:49

Prince of Space
Apr 17, 2016



Hell Gem


Name: Kal Risso, Newtype HP: 5/5 Move: 3 Luxe: 08
Loadout: Squidpack, Patient Zero, Brachial Spurs

Kal Risso pulled down his facemask and took a snort of the exotic powder. Agh, yeah, that's the stuff! This should be worth a lot to the right gourmands.

Energized and laden with valuable packs of Spices, Kal set off into the desert at a breakneck pace, only to double back when he saw something intriguing in the distance that he must've missed in his Spice-addled rush.

08.08 -> 09.07 -> 10.07 -> 10.08

Prince of Space fucked around with this message at Dec 9, 2017 around 18:46

WereGoat
Apr 28, 2017




[DOOBRIE / HP1/3 /MOVE 2/CYBER-RIGSPIKE]

"Oim ganna head aaht voia whe a was befau. Noida t' press aahn thaw. Oil shaht aht eny choiky baggas ap a'ead. Hawpfally cn toik et oisey, naht fewin tew haht

Spoiler told to scramble also.
12.11≥11.10≥11.9

Dog Kisser
Mar 30, 2005

But People have fears that beasts do not. Questions, too.



[STRANGER / HP4 / MOVE4 / 26 LUXE / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT]

Stranger had a decent haul at this point, and a sensible creature would upload it to those far-flung gods who watched over them jealously. But Stranger was half-mad, and unusual even among his clone-stock. He had somewhere else to go, first.

Moving to 09.05 by way of 06.07 - 07.06 - 08.06 - 09.05

Not Alex
Oct 9, 2012



[SCRAMBLE / HP: 2/ MOVE: 1 / CHITINOUS CARAPACE / REGENERATION] 2 luxe


Time to leave this shellhole. "Alright, let's move new friend."

Move from 12.11 to 11.10

AJ_Impy
Jun 17, 2007



Yam Slacker



[MIDGE/ HP: 5 / MOVE: 1 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA]

That worked out far better than he could have hoped for, and he checked over the new weapon with undisguised glee. Still, mindful of the terms of the pact, he handed down his prior weapon to his wrecking partner, as close to a fair share of weapon upgrades as could be managed.

"Here, might serve you a bit better than that popgun, yes? Not the best balance, but it hits like a runaway drop pod. Onwards!"

Give the hammer to Stev, go to 04:07

The Lord of Hats
Aug 22, 2010




[STEV ANSAHOK / HP: 3 / MOVE: 2 / 6->4 Luxe / CYBER: RIG JACK]

"For me? You shouldn't have!" Stev swung the hammer joyfully. Huh, not the greatest balance on that thing. But maybe... he slid the scope off of his gun and onto the hammer, and it actually felt a lot better that way! "Right, then. I'll get the place scoped out, piece a' cake. Oh, and here's your share of the loot."

Giving Midge 2 Luxe and moving to 04.06

Crazycryodude
Aug 15, 2015

Lets get our X tons of Duranium back!

....Is that still a valid thing to jingoistically blow out of proportion?








[CRYO / HP: 1 (3) [RIG: 3] / MOVE: 2 / FUEL: 5 / LUXE: 49 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA]

Let's see what this thing can do

MOVE to 01.05

Bee Bonk
Feb 19, 2011






1. BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON
Movement halted at 02.01 by Encounter!



This must be one of the rarely seen masters of the mutant horde.

Witness the brain-veins on this lǎo piáo! Inky Johnson had better cap that dome with alacrity if he doesn't want to cop a mind bullet to his!

A clutch display of marksmanship would be entirely out of character for Johnson.


2. STEV ANSAHOK
Moves to 04.06!


We're receiving a transmission from...Dr. Yith's Cyber-Driver! With an immediate promotional opportunity for lunar veteran Ansahok!

The blood, sweat, and tears...those are all really great, Hazel, you need that poo poo. But if you don't get your luminous visage into those consumers' streams, you're just a bloody, sweaty, weep-boy.


3. CRYO
Moves to 01.05!

The scrambled coords read: (xx.10)


Looks like some potentially valuable data, Rev...

But it looks like she'll have to prize it from the ooze-slick, slithering mouthparts of some kind of designer bio-mod gone feral!


4. "MIDGE" GUREYEVITCH
Unbalanced K-Hammer lost!
Moves to 04.07!


The scrambled coords read: (04.xx)

The key to a priceless treasure...or at least part of it.

And your priceless treasures are in good hands with Q-Stash Pro! Protect your valuable engrams from identity printers, and get 10% off the first month's subscription when you sign up with the verbal rebate token REKT.
Q-Stash Pro: Because life's too short to be murdered by your own bootleg clone.


5. STRANGER
Movement halted at 07.06! Intercepted by Encounter!


Well, Stranger had a sweet old run, Hazel, but now the big murder daddy deluxe is in play.

Stranger's only hope might be to outrun it, Rev. The Titan is dogged, and that main gun will shred any Wrecker fool enough to face it.

And those feet are made for stomping, Haze. They'll stomp right over anyone who gets between the Titan and its prey.

quote:

Female VO: Hardened gives a Rig a chance to ignore effects that specifically target the functioning of rigs, such as Glitching and Jacking.
Trample causes a 1d6/1 attack to a non-target Wrecker in a space passed over by the Alpha during its Pursuit.

6. KAL RISSO
Moves to 10.08!



A good-rear end haul, Hazel, but not an uncontested one!

No, it looks like another of Bottom's wretched denizens has claimed this prize for their own.

That tongue is deeply unsavory, Haze. Deeply. Unsavory.


7. OPERATIVE DELTA
Moves to 06.06


Gobble up that savory loot-meat, Op-D!

A little on-site procurement for our alleged assassin.

Hazel, this is the guy who coasted into Nuevo Mali's Ministry of Defense on a glider and decapitated the Deputy Minister, also with a glider.

Let's not peddle hearsay, Rev, you know the RNM authorities deemed that a suicide.


8.DOOBRIE
Scan prevents landmines!
Moves to 11.09



Ouch. Out of the frying pan, into...the opposite...of that.

That's never a problem at Mama Lai's Dumpling Imperium. Mama's algo-dumps are sealed and pressure-fried in only the finest reclaimed food-grade lubricant.

I tell you, Haze, I should sure go for some cool ranch mapo tofu right now.

Good news, Rev! Use the verbal rebate token REKT for a free small appetizer when you order a 40-pack of blue, green, or blue-green algo-dumps!

Delici—Wait, Haze, something's happening!

Is that...?



Shukran, amigo, your antique garbo was just the thing for the Sultana's Quinceañera. Hope you're not rustled, but I forked your dingus a bit. Smell ya later!
A "Time Traveler" vanishes!

Hazel?

Forget it, Rev. Just call the TimeCops and forget it.


9. SCRAMBLE
Scan prevents landmines!
moves to 11.10!

Scramble trying to keep up with Doobrie, but she's in no condition.

Neo-Chivalry is dead, Hazel. The Knights of Europa killed it when they seeded Luna Prime with those polymer-eating macrophages. Wǒpēi nasty poo poo, Hazel.

Now's not the time to relitigate the Moon Wars, Rev. Anyway, Doobrie may have just been clearing the way for Scramble; she seems safe for the time being, or safe as you get down there, at least.



Wreckers, reach out and Encounter someone!



Sponsor-Only Map


Crazycryodude
Aug 15, 2015

Lets get our X tons of Duranium back!

....Is that still a valid thing to jingoistically blow out of proportion?








[CRYO / HP: 1 (3) [RIG: 3] / MOVE: 2 / FUEL: 3 / LUXE: 49 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA]



Improvise (again)!: 1d6 2 - Red barrels

Prince of Space
Apr 17, 2016



Hell Gem


Name: Kal Risso, Newtype HP: 5/5 Move: 3 Luxe: 08
Loadout: Squidpack, Patient Zero, Brachial Spurs

Kal Risso had seen many a derelict tanker ship in his day (especially today), but this one particular piece of wreckage was simply on a scale beyond compare for those of Terran make. The megalithic carrier ship that Kal was climbing was sliced neatly and utterly in half, as though it had been bisected by a lance of pure nucleonic lasers-fire. Kal clambered onto barren shell of a deck, where he was greeted by a strange sight. A huge stack of cars stood on the verge of toppling off the edge of the platform he had reached... how curious.

Kal cautiously stepped up to the very precipice and looked deep into the dark, cavernous guts of the megatanker, seeking out some salvage to scrounge. That's when he saw it. At the center of it all, mired in the pitch blackness of the oily surfaces just beneath him, Kal Risso saw some kind of squamous horror staring directly at him, its endless maw slowly opening and unfolding ceaselessly like an eldritch flower in bloom... Risso started gibbering almost instantly, and he stumbled backwards and into the tower of cars, setting them entirely off balance.

Improvise against the Squamous Horror: 1d6 1 (Car Tower)

Prince of Space fucked around with this message at Dec 10, 2017 around 19:50

WereGoat
Apr 28, 2017




[DOOBRIE / HP1/3 /MOVE 2/CYBER-RIGSPIKE]

"Shoite"

"Aw noice mayte, jast wot oi nead, yer a staaah".

Dr. Stinger the rig!

Theantero
Nov 6, 2011

...they shall march out of my laboratory and sweep away every adversary, every creed, every nation, until the very planet is in the loving grip of the Pax Bisonica. And then peace will reign, and the world, and all humanity, shall bow to me in humble gratitude...


[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 5 / CYBER: BONE LACING]

Bobby-Jack peered at the mutants from behind a piece of debris, nodded to himself, marked something onto a small map he was carrying around, and disappeared in a puff of inky-black smoke.

Scouting success! Squidpacking back to 02.02. to loot that Rich Salvage.

Bee Bonk
Feb 19, 2011



Female VO: Decree weather sats have reported a change in atmospheric particulates. Marksmen may find their optics affected; be prepared to compensate.

OOC: Headhunter talent has been tweaked to activate on any multiple of 4, not just 4.

AJ_Impy
Jun 17, 2007



Yam Slacker



[MIDGE/ HP: 5 / MOVE: 1 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA]LUXE:4

"Interesting, very interesting."

Encounter the clue by taking it.

Dog Kisser
Mar 30, 2005

But People have fears that beasts do not. Questions, too.



[STRANGER / HP4 / MOVE4 / 26 LUXE / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT]

Stranger regarded the Alpha Titan with a tightening of his pupils and a tight coiling of his antennae. Strange fluids ran beneath his flesh as twin drives of fear and hatred warred against one another. He had no hope. He must flee from this superior predator. He must escape to salvage more and more from this blasted hell. He must, and yet...
He turned and struck out at nearby barrels, splashing himself and the surrounding area with caustic fluid. His flesh bubbled, but it already coursed with strange hormones, blistering it with hexagonal vacuoles of foam that soon hardened into interlocking scutes. He had chosen the blood path, the stubborn way that would lead to one of them dead here in the dust. The change had been painful, but it would strengthen him against what must come next. He snarled and waited for the strike that would decide his fate.

Taking 1 Damage to mimic the Neo-Soldat Skill

Bee Bonk
Feb 19, 2011






1. BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON
Retreats to 02.02!

Johnson, falling back to a secure position.

Ink 'em up, Inky, ink 'em up!


2. STEV ANSAHOK

You think Dr. Yith's could implant an internal squidpack?

My understanding is that they were recalled during prelimary release due to health concerns.

Sounds overly cautious for TeuthisCorp, Haze.

I believe the reports mentioned beaks, anomalous as well as something they called eruptions, tentacular? I'm not a doctor.


3. CRYO

quote:

Red Barrels Explode! Squamous Horror is unaffected!
Squamous Horror attacks! Cryo's Gamma Enforcer takes 2 damage!

That upsetting critter just no-sold Cryo's play hard

That Enforcer's armor isn't going to hold up much longer. That's a mass-production model, not rated for digestion.


4. "MIDGE" GUREYEVITCH

With both clues on the field, your boy Midge could stack tall luxe if he manages to track down Cryo.

Cryo might be lodged in a lizard colon by then, but it's a worthy strat, Haze!


5. STRANGER

quote:

Green Barrels detonate! 07.06 is now a Toxic Zone!
Alpha Titan opens fire on Stranger!
Stranger takes 4 damage and is KILLED! is reduced to 1 HP by a near-fatal blow!

How did Stranger survive that?! He should have been as shredded as the special carnitas at Don Jupiter's (Verbal rebate token REKT for a free sopapilla tonight only!)

If newtypes were so easy to kill, Rev, the Genome War wouldn't have had 3 sequels. It'll still be a tall order to survive that toxic waste, though.


6. KAL RISSO

quote:

Squamous Horror attacks Kal Risso and misses!
Car Tower topples! Squamous Horror takes 5 damage and dies!

5 Luxe is uploaded to Kal Risso's account as a bounty!

Another impressive car kill. Is a theme emerging?

The Bobby-Jack Squidpack Supercut is going to have some competition on the StreamHive tonight!


7. OPERATIVE DELTA

Delta has got this stalking game down cold.

He's gonna pounce eventually, Hazel, and you know it's gonna be stone-niúbī when he does!


8.DOOBRIE

quote:

Doobrie harpoons Beta Enforcer! Beta Enforcer takes 3 damage and is disabled for the round!

My man! Out of nowhere with a sick sting on that Beta! Doobrie is rapidly transforming, Hazel, into someone with whom not to gently caress!

Time-hacks have got to be against a rule somewhere...


9. SCRAMBLE

With that Beta brought to heel, Scramble and Doobrie are going to be a team to be reckoned with.

There's gonna be a fire sale at the reckoning store, Haze. Just handing that poo poo out like cheap concu-bot flyers at the spaceport.




Wreckers, take Action!



Sponsor-Only Map


AJ_Impy
Jun 17, 2007



Yam Slacker



[MIDGE/ HP: 5 / MOVE: 1 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA]LUXE:4

The burly Wrecker scoured the area with impressive thoroughness, whistling some ancient scrap of music from a bygone era as he left no piece of debris unturned.

Salvage, 6!

Prince of Space
Apr 17, 2016



Hell Gem


Name: Kal Risso, Newtype HP: 5/5 Move: 3 Luxe: 08
Loadout: Squidpack, Patient Zero, Brachial Spurs

Kal Risso climbed onto his knees and frantically crawled to the edge of the derelict ships's deck, peering tentatively over the edge for the squamous horror that he'd spotted below. When he'd locked eyes with the scaly thing only moments prior he'd thought he'd seen his very life flash before his eyes down that dark and grisly throat, drawn in by a sickly, sticky tongue. Then he'd fallen backwards in fright and knocked into that looming stack of cars... when they all began wobbling and toppling and falling over, Kal dove for cover, watching with mounting horror as car after car seemed to screech and crunch and slide inexorably off the deck's platform, cartwheeling and slamming into the metallic ravine below, right where the creature had been opening up it's endlessly gaping maw right before him.

Kal took in the scene at a glance, seeing only splattered monster guts and an oily, inert ooze seeping in among the wrecked cars. Huh. It was only through sheer, serendipitous luck that Kal had remained unscathed throughout the whole encounter.

From behind his mask, he flashed his classic winner's smile and brandished an intense thumbs up for whole the universe to see. "I- uh.... I meant to do that!"

He had the whole tanker all to himself for the next hour or so, at least. What was he to do?

Why, SALVAGE! Double-Rich Salvage Roll: 6d6 19

Nothingtoseehere
Nov 11, 2010




[OPERATIVE DELTA/ HP3 / MOVE3 / LUX = 1 RETRACTABLE BLADE]

Stop, look around, check readouts. Standard procedure.

Scan

WereGoat
Apr 28, 2017




[DOOBRIE / HP1/3 /MOVE 2/CYBER-RIGSPIKE]

"At loist oi gat moi breatha'"

Subtitles appear on screen.
"At least I got my breather"

Scan

"Phew"

Doobrie stares directly at a camera drone, looking relaxed as the rig behind him twitches uncontrollably.

"Oi moight loike froi-en regs." electic jolt sent through the stinger cable into rig, before retracting, but wen et cams tew reylaxen, nathin ets the spat loike a bah bey kew. End wen oi wont t' roit bah-bey-kew fah d' job, oi chews Vah-sew-vee-yus spoice bah-bey-kew. Frahm foicha-lass woists tew erbahn 'oives, Vah-sew-vee-yus spoice bah-bey-kew as t' bah-bey-kew fah ew."

Subtitles: "I might like frying rigs, but when it comes to relaxing, nothing hits the spot like a barbeque. And when I want the right barbeque for the job, I chose Versuvius space barbeque. From featureless wastes to urban hives, Versuvius Space Barbeque has the barbeque for you."

"aw shoite, es dat a send-stahm? Det messes ap moi plens. Ef awnloi oi hed envested en a Vah-sew-vee-yus prewtectiv scroin, oi cad reylax en camfaht, ensted uv all thes sehnd."

Subtitles: "Oh no! Is that a sand storm? That messes up my plans. If only I had invested in a Versuvius protective screen, I could relax in comfort instead of all this sand."

"Enywoi"
Subtitles: "Anyway"

*shouting to previous hex*

"LAAAAV! CEN YEW EAR MOIIII? DEAS A BEG REG AWVAH EA, ETS MOIN NAHW"

"Love, can you hear me? There is a big rig over here, it's mine now."

"OI FARGAT TEW ASK YAH NOIME TEW! OIM DOOBRIE! NOICE T'MEET YEW!"

"I forgot to ask your name too, I'm Doobrie. Nice to meet you".

mount rig as free action

WereGoat fucked around with this message at Dec 11, 2017 around 13:37

Theantero
Nov 6, 2011

...they shall march out of my laboratory and sweep away every adversary, every creed, every nation, until the very planet is in the loving grip of the Pax Bisonica. And then peace will reign, and the world, and all humanity, shall bow to me in humble gratitude...


[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 15 / CYBER: BONE LACING]

Having scouted the mutants, Bobby-Jack peered first this way, then that way, and took his first steps into the abandoned silo proper. Maybe he would find something good?

Salvaging for that Luxe with the Rich Salvage on this Hex: 3d6= 10

Not Alex
Oct 9, 2012



[SCRAMBLE / HP: 2/ MOVE: 1 / CHITINOUS CARAPACE / REGENERATION] 2 luxe

Distant explosions and shots add urgency to Scramble's plodding pace. Would she find her tentative ally ahead or his smoking corpse and a grinning doom? Visions of doom and ambush dance in her head. And then Doobrie's very distinct accent rings out ahead. Oh, well everything's fine then.

"YES I HEAR YOU. THE NAME IS SCRAMBLE, MADMAN."

May as well snag a passing shiny.

Salvage: 1d6 4

The Lord of Hats
Aug 22, 2010




[STEV ANSAHOK / HP: 3 / MOVE: 2 / 6->4 Luxe / CYBER: RIG JACK]

As camera drones swarmed him, Stev froze up. Not because this reminded him of the time when he'd been ambushed by enemy gundrones--half of them had spontaneously exploded, and the rest either jammed or shot each other by mistake--but because he'd slept through the sponsor orientation, and he was having a hard time remembering what Dr. Yith's Cyber-Driver actually did. It was only when he looked at his wrist and saw the logo on the chrome of his Rig Jack that he finally pieced it together and looked into the camera.

"I fought in the Moon Wars of Octiplex VI. You've probably heard of them as "The War Where Nothing Worked". Guns misfired, drop pods disintegrated in midair, drones turned on their operators for no good reason... Well, that's all true. But I made it through the war because I had the one piece of tech that could be relied on--my trusty Rig Jack from Dr. Yith." He turned to another camera and deployed the jackspike, sticking gleaming into the air. "I got this baby when I was drafted, and I've singlehandedly jacked Alpha Enforcers with it."

That was technically true, but these were Moon War Alpha Enforcers, which typically had only one reliably working leg, and had armor plating that fell off if you looked at them funny.

"It was cheap, reliable, and best of all, the good doctors over at Yith were able to perform a pain-free installation in the comfort of my own hab unit! Offering everything from basic eyegear to the 'Sputin Special, Dr. Yith got me through the moon wars, and he'll get me through Wrecking Crew. Call today, and set an appointment for a better you." He turned to a final camera and gave a thumbs up. Hopefully the sponsors would like it.

Cutting a promo!

Dog Kisser
Mar 30, 2005

But People have fears that beasts do not. Questions, too.



[STRANGER / HP1 / MOVE4 / 26 LUXE / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT]

Shattered by the assault, Stranger dropped to the toxic muck. Pain flared and tore at him, but one by one couplings engineered into the nerves tripped and disconnected, leaving him feeling a numb delirious bliss. He tried to crawl, watching his flesh sizzle away dispassionately until critical locomotive tendons snapped under the strain. His malfunction was too great; this body was failing. A white hot directive encoded into his very genes caused his legs to spasm and curl in upon themselves, exposing his back to the sky. His torso ballooned with gases, expanding his frame crazily into a wide, flat surface that flickered with chaotic flecks of colour until - all at once - they coalesced into eleven words and a familiar logo.


Rook EngOrg - The Body You Want For The Job You Don't

Stranger's back flickered the message into the vacant eyes of the camera drones until the dorsal chromatophores broke down into sludge.

[b]Dying!/b]

Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at Dec 12, 2017 around 17:46

Crazycryodude
Aug 15, 2015

Lets get our X tons of Duranium back!

....Is that still a valid thing to jingoistically blow out of proportion?








[CRYO / HP: 2 (3) [RIG: 1] / MOVE: 2 / FUEL: 3 / LUXE: 49 / CYBER: SPINAL ANTENNA]

Ouch ouch ouch ouch

Use medikit

Crazycryodude fucked around with this message at Dec 12, 2017 around 18:13

Bee Bonk
Feb 19, 2011






1. BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON
Salvages for 10 Luxe!


2. STEV ANSAHOK
Cutting a Promo!:19!
19 Luxe has been uploaded to Stev Ansahok's account for Promotional Considerations!


3. CRYO
Cryo heals 1 HP!

4. "MIDGE" GUREYEVITCH
Salvages for 6 Luxe!


5. STRANGER
RIP!


6. KAL RISSO
Salvages 2x Rich Salvage for 19!


7. OPERATIVE DELTA
Scanning...
....................................................
Wrecker Stranger detected at 07.06!
Alpha Titan detected at 07.06!



8.DOOBRIE
Scanning...
........................................................
.........................................................
Wrecker Scramble detected at 11.10!



9. SCRAMBLE
Salvages for 4 Luxe!




Stranger
Toxic Zone!
Stranger takes 1 damage and is KILLED!

5 Luxe is uploaded to the accounts of surviving Wreckers!
A death beacon is lit at 07.06!

Viewers, use your feedback consoles to pay respects! We have a Wrecker down!

Let's see our Pertinax Ammunition Fabrication Systems REKT Replay!



Savage! And if that concentrated biowaste could do that to Stranger, imagine what it could do to you or your contractual dependents!

Trust Green Barrels Inc. for all your waste removal and storage solutions. Use rebate token REKT for a free estimate*! Don't go sterile; trust the Green Barrel!

First kill, Haze.

The first of many.

*Free estimate does not include labor, transit, or 16.8% service charge.




Enter the death spiral, Hazel!

A little early for that degree of bloodthirst, Rev.

Enter it!



quote:

Female VO: Round 4 Promotional Bonus! This round only, Upload capacity has been released to wrecker devices! At any time before Round 5 begins, Wreckers may upload any amount of Luxe-on-hand to their accounts.

Current Account Standings:
1. BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON: 5L
2. STEV ANSAHOK: 24L
3. CRYO: 23L
4. "MIDGE" GUREYEVITCH: 5L
6. KAL RISSO: 10L
7. OPERATIVE DELTA: 5L
8.DOOBRIE: 7L
9. SCRAMBLE: 27L




Get moving, Wreckers, and remember that you can freely upload Luxe this round!




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Bee Bonk fucked around with this message at Dec 12, 2017 around 22:16

Theantero
Nov 6, 2011

...they shall march out of my laboratory and sweep away every adversary, every creed, every nation, until the very planet is in the loving grip of the Pax Bisonica. And then peace will reign, and the world, and all humanity, shall bow to me in humble gratitude...


[BOBBY-JACK JOHNSON / HP: 3 / MOVE: 3 / LUXE: 15 / CYBER: BONE LACING]

The telltale ping of a death beacon being lit on his minimap alerted Bobby-Jack from his chemical appraisal (an entire satchel of HyperPrinter Ink Cartridges..!), causing him to cast a slightly forlorn glance at the thing. He was silent for a bit, before airing a gruff utterance.

"Better you than me, pal."

Were there hints of remorse in the statement? Perhaps. But this was no time to dwell on the past. This was the time to move onward. So he did.

Moving one Hex to 01.02.

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WereGoat
Apr 28, 2017




[DOOBRIE / HP1/3 /MOVE 2/CYBER-RIGSPIKE]

Doobrie looks at the readout on the scanner and nods to himself. The luxe offer blinks on and he mashes the up arrow until all his Lux is uploaded. The screen flashes with the dead wrecker notice. Didn't know im'. More details flash up, the toxic waste, the alpha rig

"Thet, is moin, ao yess" "T' towah, cercets?" "Noid t'intercept, haurgh"

Subtitles: that. Is mine. Oh yes. The tower, circuits? Need to intercept, hmmmm.

"Soobmaroin thaw, aaaugh"
Submarine though, aaagh

Wait for Scramble

Scramble spoiler
A beta rig holding a harpoon gun waves at you cheerfully from 11.9.

WereGoat fucked around with this message at Dec 12, 2017 around 22:31

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