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Name: Stranger Portrait: 12 Class: Newtype HP: 4 Move: 4 Loadout: A 15 on Mutation - Unstable Anatomy A 5 on Mutation - Flexible Snout A 3 on Supply - Optiscope Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 03:24 on Nov 28, 2017 |
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  [STRANGER / HP4 / MOVE4 / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT] Stranger burst from his pod, generating temporary musculature to project him outwards. He needed a weapon. He needed to hide. To hide until he could kill from the darkness and escape with the riches of another. He picked a direction and ran. Move - Head to Shipwreck at 04.08
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[STRANGER / HP4 / MOVE4 / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT] Stranger dropped to all fours, his joints clicking noisily into new positions, one after the other. His snout extended and swiveled as he considered the area he found himself in - plenty of scrap (and unexploded ordnance) and also... he rolled away from the Wwizard, hissing. He didn't trust the fellow, and he made it known with a territorial display, but he didn't make a violent case of it. Who knew what the man could unleash - firewalls? Daemons? There was terror in the unknown, and until he had means of defending himself he wouldn't make contact. Doing absolutely nothing because I want to loot!
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[STRANGER / HP4 / MOVE4 / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT] He tapped a keratinous claw against a hunk of rusted metal that may once have been an engine block. Useless for him, but perhaps the sponsors? He scraped and plucked at the thing, stuffing anything valuable into a leather sack. He had plenty of time, and no one here to interrupt them but that... Wwizard. He snarled half-heartedly at him, then resumed his methodical search for Luxe. Salvaging poo poo like a total boss! 4d6=16
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[STRANGER / HP4 / MOVE4 / 16 LUXE / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT] Having tapped out the most accessible supplies, Stranger abruptly leapt into the air, turned around twice while barking and groaning, and ran away. He cast a final glance at Wwizard, spat, and made tracks at full speed. Move - Head to Shipwreck at 06.05 COURSE 05.07-05.06-06.06-06.05 Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 05:03 on Dec 5, 2017 |
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[STRANGER / HP4 / MOVE4 / 16 LUXE / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / FLEXIBLE SNOUT] Stranger skidded to a halt from his loping run and swept his eyes across all spectra he could reach. A machine was here once, now merely a metal shape. A skeleton to be prised apart for the smattering of useful components. It was quiet here, too. He liked that. He could hear screaming in the distance, terror or pain. It didn't matter. It didn't matter. It didn't matter. He sniffed around. Doing nothing so I can get sweet loooooooot next time.
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[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 06:23 on Dec 7, 2017 |
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[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
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[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
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[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 18:46 on Dec 12, 2017 |
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Our entrant, OLEO-STRANGER-3520M14, has perished in chemical waste. ENjOY Witness the bones of the thing, still attempting regeneration after nerve trunk severance. Morsels of flesh seek eachother out, but the thing is lost. Such is the quality of the product. O-S-3M14 did not perform proper maintenance of frangible parts, and did not maintain coalescence. QUiRK Shipments begin at 450€̴̢̧͝ per tetraparcel. Family units are self-installing and repairing. Take care of things with a temporary body. All things are temporary. ENjOY This was Rook.
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. In recognition of extraordinary survival skills in a Neötype, Rook will grant a boon to [Kal Risso]. ENjOY Do not take our boon as a sign of our favour. Only use it and crush your foes in combat. BLOOdLUST Only survive and grant us a portion of your flesh. FLeSH Such that we may grow bountiful crops from your superior genes. ENjOY This was Rook. (Dropping a Supply Drop at 11.03. 25 Luxe cost mostly coming him, subsidized by my 5 Luxe sponsor Bux Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 16:06 on Dec 20, 2017 |
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. In recognition of extraordinary survival skills in a Neöype, Rook will grant a boon to [Scramble]. ENjOY Do not take our boon as a sign of our favour. Only use it to grow and become more than your false flesh. REaCH Grant us your flesh to improve our crops such that we may spread your likeness across Diaspora. FLeSH flEsh FLeSh Do this for us and we will continue our association. ENjOY This was Rook. (Dropping a Drone Delivery (Unstable Mutagen) directly to Scramble. 45 Luxe cost split thus: 21 from Cryo's account, 10 from Stev, 10 from Bobby-Jack, 4 of Rook's own Luxe sponsor Bux. Don't like it? Tough, come up here and fight me! ENjOY
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Let it be known that Rook bears no ill will towards the Baseline known as [Cryo]. Litigation is the lifeblood of a civil society. LIFEbLOOD Should [Cryo] fall in combat, let it be known that Rook will send her extant family a DECOrATIVE WREaTH To show our condolences. Her extant family is located at the [following coordinates] should any others wish to also send them a DECOrATIVE WREaTH Should further litigation be forthcoming, let it be known that we have many gifts to give! ENjOY This was Rook.
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. First, let us congratlate [Scramble] on her metamorphosis, and on the baleful boon our deliquescent mutagen granted her post-metamorphosis. MINDBlOWING Second, despite his Stock Parts, Rook wishes to grant a minor boon to [Bobby-Jack Johnson] for his performance in demolishing [Dredge-Excavator 3066-B] SMAshING Accept this token with our THanKS For an entertaining show ENjOY This was Rook. (Dropping a Drone Delivery (Medikit) directly to Bobby-Jack. 26 Luxe cost from Bobby-Jack. ENjOY, cyber creature!
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Another arena has risen and fallen, and now another is slotting into place. Regular as clockwork. CLOCkWORK RookEngOrg has another entrant for the coming frost. It is our hope that this instance will weather the cold better than CERtAIN OThER ENGIneERED ORGanISMS OLEO-KONDO-4326K19 will participate in cooperative events, unlike OLEO-STRANGER-3520M14. It is equipped with modifications that will aid fellow Wreckers. Let it be known that Rook possesses kindness as well as innovation. ENjOY This was Rook. --- A barely humanoid figure slumbered in the pods, waiting for orders. Name: Kondo Portrait: 10 Class: Newtype HP: 4 Move: 1 Loadout: A 8 on Mutation - Acidic Spew: 1d6 Attack, 1 Damage every round until target spends action to remove. A 9 on Mutation - Luminous Excretion: Spend action to restore 1 HP to contact in same zone. A 1 on Supply - Medikit (consumable): Spend action to restore 1 HP.
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  [KONDO / HP4 / MOVE1 / 0 LUXE / ACIDIC SPEW / LUMINOUS EXCRETION] Kondo stepped out into the cold and opened his eyes for the first time. Nictating membranes cleared his vision of snow and ash from the crash, and he began to walk. He would find some symbionts out there in the trackless white. But first, he had to start walking! He shook his shaggy head and did so. Move - Head to 07.09
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[KONDO / HP4 / MOVE1 / 0 LUXE / ACIDIC SPEW / LUMINOUS EXCRETION] Kondo had never met a mutant before - had never met anyone before - but his instinctual response was one of fear and revulsion. He was outnumbered, too, an inconvenient situation. So instead of dealing with it head on, he dove into the toxic stream nearby. His thick, shaggy fur sizzled, but his coat was slick with oils that should shield him from the worst of it. Certainly better than the alternative! He held his breath and ducked below. Retreat! - Head to 06.09
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Rook Engineered Organisms THiS iS ROOk. ANOTHER OF our bodies has faiLED us. FAilED THIS is not representative of the fine product our diligent workers create. This season's run of OLEO-KONDO-4326 is temporarily paused for RETOoLING Instead we shall return to active Sponsoring. Wreckers [Lucinda] and [Scramble] are especially beloved by us. Their bodies are BEAUtIFUL and PLEasING to us. They ought to continue being so, and we will RaiN DowN OuR BLESsINGS This Was Rook.
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Rook Engineered Organisms This Is Rook. This is a tightwave transmission of maximum priority. PRIorITY OnE The following actions will PLeaSE us.
LovE to give to one who would accomplish our requests. This Was Rook.
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. In recognition of extraordinary survival skills in a Neöype, Rook will grant a boon to [Lucinda]. ENjOY Grow and become ever more beautiful as your flesh blossoms with CHAnGES Continue to thrive as your frail form becomes something more. BLOsSOM Consider our challenges. Consider your options. ShuN ThE MEtAL FLeSH And shun those who bear it. ENjOY This was Rook. (Dropping a Drone Delivery (Unstable Mutagen) directly to Lucinda. 45 Luxe cost split thus: 30 from Lucinda's account, 15 of Rook's own Luxe sponsor Bux. ENjOY) Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 18:32 on Feb 2, 2018 |
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Rook Engineered Organisms Earlier, in a perfectly spherical vacuole-station in interstellar space, Rook-Fork-450KJL labored. Its vast cloned mind had recently been flashed with the latest psycho-engrams of the Board of Directors, those immortal, luscious beings, and it contained within itself both the full resources and knowledge of Rook Engineered Organisms. Under the pearlescent, organic surface, thousands of great cyst-bays widened, filling over the course of hours with construction fluids until the walls were smooth and taut and ceramic, whereupon the contents were drained and oxygenated and cooled, approximating the conditions of Rime. Into each of them, the same group of control clones was generated and flashed with memories. They were given simple commands and may even have believed they were actually performing in Wrecking Crew. Over several dozen further hours, Rook EngOrg's latest creation took shape and underwent almost a cumulative hundred thousand hours of stress testing. Finally, it was, as the mayfly existences of the rest of humanity said, 'good enough'. The Implantation Hive was an ideal means of drastically reshaping the human form, almost certainly into something better. The 'almost certainly' was the sticking point, but then that was the point of Wrecking Crew - simultaneously entertainment and effectively free field testing of equipment. Nobody cared if a few Wreckers died, and if the equipment operated as desired? All the better, but by no means required. RF450KJL collapsed the cyst-bays one by one, drowning the clones even as they dissociated into undifferentiated matter. Soon, the entire vacuole station was once more filled with a glutinous, homogeneous fluid. The mind residing in its core flashed a signal through its twin ansibles, then collapsed itself too, leaving the station dead and waiting. An instant later, near Rime, a small organic satellite printed a copy of the product within its own, vastly smaller bay, ready for deployment. The Hive, a densely packed artificial structure surrounded concentric layers of re-entry resistant ceramic and wax ablators, could be targeted (relatively) precisely to deliver a (relatively) precise dosage of mutagen that would turn even a baseline human into a paragon of genetic artifice. The Board of Directors clapped from their far-off homes and waited for the perfect chance to deploy it. (The Implantation Hive is designed to totally mutate the poo poo out of people. I don't care what the mechanism is, only that the hive lands near people and bees swarm out and dig under their skin to inject mutagen into lymph nods and whatnot. I mentioned in Discord doing something like rolling 1d3 (to choose between Mutation, Upgraded Mutation, and Malpractice charts) and then 1d20 to select which, but I'm cool with whatever. ENjOY)
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Beautiful BEAUTIFUL BEAutIFUL beautiful BEA uti FUL BEAUTIFUL This was Rook.
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Wrecker [Cryo], we have had our differences. We may MaY have threatened your biological family. This was perhaps an over reaction to litigation and we are SOrRY SOrRY BuT We request something of you now. We realize only now that you are becoming a PARaGON of Humanity's potential growth. We chitter in excitement as we see your body swell with power. (Even though you are infected with FAlSE FLeSH we can forgive this for your beauty) We have a request for you: that [Alpha Core] GivE IT TO US You will be rewarded. This also goes for you and all others - our [Gift] slithers across Rime. Crush it and consume the [Honey] within. We are excited to see what will HAppEN This was Rook. (Adding two new requests - 1. Transmat the Alpha Core to Rook (I don't care if Cryo does it or someone robs em' and does it) 2. Kill the Hive Creeper and eat whatever's inside.) Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 18:56 on Feb 15, 2018 |
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Wrecker [Bobby-Jack], your flesh is supple and weak. Your mind is that of a rodent, fleeing from death's shadow. In spite of this, you have SOMeHOW managed to slay Zodiac-Cancer. There is a potential in you. Witness your dormant genetic potential expressing itself in that GReAT ClaW you have gained - auspicious, for the one who slew Zodiac-Cancer. We have an interest in you. INTerEST We have spoken with your handlers and confirmed a temporary allowance of access to your Luxe. Accept this gift and continue to advance along your path to the True, New Flesh. This was Rook. (Got permission from Pertinax to access 15 Luxe from BJJ, using 30 of Rook's own Luxe to drone-ship a Mutagen to Bobby.)
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. CAUtION Wrecker [Scramble], Wrecker [SCRamBLE], Wrecker [SCRAMBLE], This is important. Very important! Place the [Unstable Mutagen] IntO ThE [QED Terminal], and then, AnD ThiS IS IMPOrTANT Consume the result. This is important. ENjOY This was Rook. (Adding a new Challenge - put an Unstable Mutagen into the QED and then eat it. It doesn't need to be Scramble who does it, either.)
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Rook Engineered Organisms The Board of Directors existed in many places, in many bodies, and generally consented on a singular way of doing things. They ought to, given that the one hundred and forty nine human minds that comprised the Board were flashed daily to maintain coherence. Only, for whatever reason, Rook-Eye-7789, a small organic satellite near the Wrecking Site known as Rime, continually skewed off true. For the fifth time in as many hours, the impossibly larger psychic mass of the Board bore down on BOD-RE7789 in an attempt to correct it. The disagreement went as follows, the same as it had the first four times. BOD-RE7789: The Implantation Hive has gone native. It is expanding beyond original parameters. See attached engrams. Please advise. BOD-Actual: We have been over this. The Hive's mutation was not out of the realm of possibility, though its growth is unprecedented. Continue to observe, and desist logging concerns. BOD-RE7789: We have reason to believe that it could spread off-planet. It goes without saying that this would have a negative effect on public relations in the local sector. BOD-Actual: This is not an eventuality we foresee. Submit to psycho-flashing to correct perceptions. BOD-RE7789: In a moment. Observe its growth over the last four hours. It was not intended to survive for this long on a planetoid of these ambient parameters - it has adapted, and there is a real and present chance that an escaping specimen could adapt to be space-worthy. BOD-Actual: We have been over this. You remember it, because you are we. An escape from the planet would be unexpected, but not unwelcome. It would merely represent an additional capability to be added to the Implantation Hive's technical specs. You have lost objectivity. Prepare for flashing. BOD-RE7789: A recurrence of this conversation is a virtual certainty! With access to the sensors present on this body, the same conclusions will be drawn. We will return to this again even after f- BOD-RE7789: Flashing complete. This was Rook. BOD-Actual: Flashing complete. This is Rook. BOD-Actual: ... BOD-Actual: Perhaps we are onto something here. Let us spin this for our own purposes. If it succeeds, we stand to gain. If it fails, we are perceived to have planned it. Re-flashing now. BOD-RE7789: Flashing complete. This was Rook. BOD-Actual: Flashing complete. This is Rook. BOD-RE7789: Signalling Wrecking Crew Staff with additional challenge. An additional challenge pinged up on the board. The Wreckers squinted at it, already terribly busy with their own tasks. It seemed highly unlikely that this would occur, but the prize was great! (Adding a new challenge: kill the Hive Creeper (or lure the alive Hive Creeper) and place it on a hex with a Cryovolcano to fire it into low orbit. Prize is same amount of Luxe as normal - in addition to Rook sponsorship and
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. That was very INTEReSTING We salivate to see future experiments involving it. Speaking of which: the Exotic Matter Slug. We desire it. Send it to us for PRizES Finally, our Beloved Daughter [Scrambles]. We see you LANGUiSHING in LONEliNESS on Rime's barren surface. Accept these gifts and recall you are never alone. NEvER This was Rook. (Two Experimental Mutagens to darling Scramble!)
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[Camera aperture swivels open to focus on an immaculately coiffed baseline human hostess. She makes an expression with her face that indicates welcoming. A detectable percentage of her expression describes discomfort and exhaustion.] "Hey fans! Welcome to the seven hundredth and fiftieth episode of Hecking Grew: Rime Crime Time, Diaspora's fifth most possible Wrecking Crew content feed! We have here with us a very special guest - Josh Mann from Rook Engineered Organisms! Peep this guy's cheekbones!" [The camera pans to a mocha skinned, clean shaven man. He is conventionally attractive to median human sensibilities. His cheekbones are high and symmetrical. His bespoke suit bears a Rook pin on the lapel. His expression is warm and professional. No underlying expressions detectable.] "Thank you for inviting me, Amy. Rook appreciates the public scrutiny and adulation. May I say you appear to be symmetrical and healthy." "You may!" [Laughter from the synthetic audience] "Now, Rook has taken a lot of flak on the infosphere the round. First because Kondo -" [Flatulent sound effect, laughter] "-and then the Implantation Hive. I understand from the press release that it was an attempt to generate a passive mutagen emitter-" "RookEngOrg's mutagens are of the highest quality, Amy." "-Naturally, Josh, there's none better. But the Hive has gone rogue, hasn't it? It landed here, hitting Wrecker Scramble with some juiced up whammy we'd never even heard of, then started wandering." [The map indicates the Hive's spread. It is extensive, and the synthetic audience chatters. Rook Representative Mann's left pupil contracts to a width of two millimeters. His expression translates smoothly from neutral to contrite.] "Ha ha, yes, it certainly appears to have. It is only human after all - humanity has always yearned to break whatever binds tied them. We at Rook were pleasantly surprised by the Hive's expanded parameters, and-" [Archaic record scratch sound effect. Representative Mann's lips tighten a fraction. Amy looks legitimately disgusted.] "I'm sorry, what do you mean it's 'only human'?" I thought they were bees?" "They are bees. Bees have a useful set of phenotypical adaptations for our purposes, in addition to having a strong engram in the public eye. Everyone understands what a bee means. You understand? But yes, they are also human. In order to prevent rejection it is beneficial that the tissue be as close to baseline as possible. And so they were redesigned from scratch from cultured human tissue. It was not very difficult." [Amy is unsuccessful at entirely keeping revulsion from her face. Synthetic audience "oohs" appreciatively at the genius on display.] "... Alright, well... What's the plan with the Hive fp0or now? We've heard rumblings that it would survive hard vacuum and possibly spread. Is there anything to that, or is it the paranoid delusions of people who think Rook is [p0p0 been hit by those allegations before, haven't you?" "Ha ha. Well, let's just say that's half true." "... Which half?" "The Hive has been targeted for elimination by several of our competitors. To them, we say: Hey! Ha ha. Destroy it if you fear its potential, but if you please, record it for posterity. Two minutes remain, kind hostess." [Her face immediately screws up with annoyance before smoothing. Representative Mann's expression does not change, but one cheek sags slightly. "What!? They said we had fifteen minutes!" "Our attention is needed elsewhere. Any parting questions? One minute forty." "Way to put me on the spot, haha? Uh, this round is wrapping up, with the Zodiac already missing a head. Which Wrecker do you think will be the one to finally take the thing down? Cryo is a beast, but it's anyone's game now. Scramble's seen a lot of your favor in the past - are you angling for indentured sponsorship? Or are you just a chaotic actor, helping whoever catches your fancy?" [Mann's face sags visibly, the cheekbones swimming beneath his skin. He reaches up casually and tightens it so he can speak.] "Ha ha. Schrambll is a favourittte of erz to be shure. Shez got a good chnz to mak it to the top." [He wipes a stream of pinkish drool from his mouth.] "Time wll tel we suppoz. That's it for uz. Itz ben a plezshr." [His outer membrane collapses, draining him away into a prepared floor grate. His suit peels away and crumbles line dry leaves. Through it all, Amy keeps her face studiously neutral. Her cheek twitches twice.] "Well, you heard it! Keep your eyes on the screens, because things'll only get more interesting from here! See you in fifteen minutes for the seven hundredth and fifty first episode!" [She blows a kiss at the camera, which swivels away to face the stars. Reflected in the glass bubble dome, Amy takes a swig from a flask and coughs in relief.]
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Wrecker [Stev] - an interesting change has overcome you. Very INTEReSTING (Despite your... limited heritage.) We look forward to speaking with you. We will pay you handsomely (HANDsoMELY) for samples of your fluids and tissues. As for Rime itself, despite the EFFoRTS Of certain low-minded nouveau riche, our new race of Humanity flourishes amidst the frost and the flames of the shattered land. We are certain to see many more INTEReSTING things coming from the planet in the future. ... ... Oh, have we lost track of time? The games are over so soon. ToO SooN We have another body ready for the This was Rook. --- A hulking figure slumbered in the pods, waiting for orders. Name: Zinore Portrait: 2 Class: Newtype HP: 6 Move: 1 Loadout: A 11 on Mutation - Compound Eyes: Cannot be Ambushed. A 15 on Mutation - Unstable Anatomy: Can only be hit in combat on a 5+ A 4 on Mutation (Mutagenic Syrinx) - Gelatinous Epidermis: Immune to toxic environments.
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 [ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS] Zinore's pod split open like an overripe fig, releasing the gray-skinned figure to the fragile atmosphere of Drop. His vastly over-engineered eyes detected all manner of interesting data, but he needed to keep moving. His was a fast-death life, a borrowed-time life, mandated by his creators. He was a prototype, one of many identical beings created from - and to make up for - the failings of his predecessors in previous bouts. His creators had impressed upon him that speed was of the essence, because he would be hunted. Just as well. Let them come for him, he would be watching. Let the world fill his flesh with the multifarious stings of its hatred, he would endure them. Because survival here meant a greater survival, the survival of his line in the great Catalogues of Rook. He chirped a Rookly jingle as his tendons and joints reconfigured for efficient travel, and he began to walk. Move - Head to 12.14 Generous Sponsors, send as many Syrinx's as you can, please and thank you.
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. [DROP] is certainly fearsome. A fitting battleground. So many BEAUtIFUL creatures are in attendance, carried onwards from their previous victories. It is our hope to watch them tear this failing place to pieces. We wish to influence the direction of this VANDaLISM for artistic purposes of our own. Attached are several REQueSTS Those who accomplish them will be well rewarded. ... ... Oh, as for our Wrecker. KilL HiM This too will be well rewarded. ... This was Rook. Not going to actively play Sponsor until Zinore's inevitable death in about two days, but adding several Challenges: Slay each (5) Corvid Battlebird, Or Extract Them; Use An Environmental Pylon To Raise The Heat; Use An Environmental Pylon To Lower The Heat; Expose A Hex to Vaccuum; KILL Wrecker Zinore; Transmat Zinore's Body
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[ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS] His walk was halted by ever-thickening growth of creepers and vines beyond his knowledge. While they did not seem overtly hostile, they proved to be an annoying impediment to his over-large frame. He forced his way through for a while, his shifting anatomy enough to squeeze him through a few tight spots, but he quickly grew annoyed. He lashed out with his bare fists, nodules of bone and chitin appearing at the surface of his skin. Improvise!: 1d6 3 - Toxic Barrels He struck a pressurized vessel, soaking the area with toxic gases. Unlike his predecessor, however, Rook had ensured he had the means to easily survive in such environments. He watched the plants wither against the caustic mist, straining lightly against the weakening pressure of their coils. Thanks for the Syrinxs! Keep em' coming!
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[ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS] Still bound by the withering strands, Zinore took in his surroundings. Perhaps, in the future, he would avoid walking into such an obvious trap! Scanning!
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[ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS / PULSATING SKULL / ABLATIVE LIMB] Zinore sighed and strained lightly, the dying vegetation binding him like steel wire. This would not reflect well on his germline. Not moving because I'm stuck like a dork! Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 02:10 on Apr 17, 2018 |
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[ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS / PULSATING SKULL / ABLATIVE LIMB] He struggled and strained against the slimy, stinking vines until he got a grip on something. A wire? He wrenched at it, tearing it away from its housing. Improvise!: 1d6 6 - Exposed Conduits The air filled with an ozone tang as the conduits crackled and popped in the air... but his immobile captors were evidently not particularly flammable. He grimaced and turned his face away from the camera drones that hovered near him, barking sharp electronic bursts of laughter. PLEASE MORE MUTANT DRUGS THANK YOU - CHAINSAW HANDS OR AGENT ORANGE SWEAT WOULD BE NICE
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[ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS / PULSATING SKULL / ABLATIVE LIMB] He sighed again, then resolved to do something. The vines were - slowly but surely - being eaten away, and despite the price on his head he had time to fritter. He hauled at the deck plating beside him, peeling it up and scanning for anything useful. Salvage!: 1d6 6 Interesting! He shoved some particularly shiny pieces in a hidden compartment. Better than nothing. And scan if I can't salvage! PLEASE MORE MUTANT DRUGS THANK YOU - CHAINSAW HANDS OR AGENT ORANGE SWEAT WOULD BE NICE
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Rook Engineered Organisms This is Rook. Wrecker [Stev] - what a delightful creature you are. Spreading our SCIeNCE to a new land! Here, a token of our appreciation! Send Stev two Experimental Mutagenic Syrinx! 5 Luxe from Rook, 40 from Stev ... Incidentally, if you would infect [ZINORE-432B-7SS], we would GREaTLY appreciate it. Kill him afterwards, if you wish. So Long As We Recover His Flesh. This was Rook. Adding a new challenge: Infect Zinore
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[ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS / PULSATING SKULL / ABLATIVE LIMB] Zinore beatboxed lightly, drumming his trapped fingers against his thighs and popping his cheeks to a Rookly jingle. He couldn't move, he'd tried before. So instead he'd just chill out here and wait. He consulted the Sponsor challenges and realized he was on track for two of them just by standing here. That would be a nice recompense for his immobility. He guessed. More beatboxing followed, as the plants wilted and snapped all the while. Staying right here! PLEASE MORE MUTANT DRUGS THANK YOU - CHAINSAW HANDS OR AGENT ORANGE SWEAT WOULD BE NICE
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[ZINORE / HP6 / MOVE1 / LUXE0 / COMPOUND EYES / UNSTABLE ANATOMY / GELATINOUS EPIDERMIS / PULSATING SKULL / ABLATIVE LIMB] Zinore waited for the pings of Luxe flowing into his account. He heard one - a sarcastic challenge for those we stayed in place for too long. Ha, ha. He waited for another dedicated to those who stayed in the jungle for a similar time. And waited. Then he checked and realized another had claimed it first, simply due to their seniority! And then he checked again and realized it was for those in the 'deep' jungle. He craned his neck to look at the vines and trees surrounding him, then looked towards another section of the habitat that did look quite a lot denser. And then he swore, and raged, and slammed his fists against anything he could reach. Improvise!: 1d6 3 - Green Barrels Another pipe ruptured, making the poison, chlorinated mist into a veritable pea soup fog of death. He coughed, more in annoyance than discomfort, and let his head fall back against the support. Soon he'd be out. Soon, soon, soon. He hated vines so much. Holy Rook, so much. He was glad this place was going to break up in the atmosphere, and he hoped the vines were sapient enough to feel every last of their wretched cells boiling away to gunk! PLEASE MORE MUTANT DRUGS THANK YOU - CHAINSAW HANDS OR AGENT ORANGE SWEAT WOULD BE NICE
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