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"~Now, Sandy,
~You awakened the spirit of song in me.
~How can I ever repay you?
~Oh, I know! An ode! Here goes!"
Sing an ode to Sandy, making up lyrics on the fly. Make it thankful, but not in a creepy way. If she doesn't appreciate it, leave quickly and sing something else.
[I have no roll for this but I hope you get a 1:5]
Mother fucker.
You sing a lovely song about how thankful you are that someone altered your brain chemistry so now you have to sing everything forever. She seems more confused then anything.
Far off
Avatar of War
Fusion Initiator x3
Megaton Charge x2
Matter Converter Amp
Vector Manipulator Amp
Gravity Manipulation Amp
Neurophotonic Spinal Column
Trauma Partition Membrane Therapy
Advanced Kit x2
Battle Stims x4
Kinetic Amplifier
Cool Shades
Exoskeleton
Scout Eye
Jump Rocket Pack
Oh, and Kinetic Shunt.
Going whole hog here.
You appear far from the conflict, in an avatar, carrying a big ol' goddamn sack of weapons and crap.
(( BDay vote: Wayback machine, randomly generate content the computer couldn't see, or that it seems necessary to randomize to keep the missions non-trivial.
Egg Hunt, Tiriun swayed me. ))
continue hiding behind Feyri
"PROTECT ME FROM THE DANGERS OF THE WORLD WITH YOUR IRON BOSOM, NICE LADY!"
May ignores Feyri's request to get dressed.
"Hey Armory Master, can I have a Katana?"
"You can have a heaping helping of get the fuck out of here."
((If it's not too much work, the Wayback sounds like tons of fun.))
Start the game, I guess.
ENTER A NAME, MATEY:
CHOOSE SOME BOOTY, ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE LUBBER:
Plasma flintlock
Laser cutlass
Tachyon-in-a-Jar
Jovian Rum
Trained Outerworld Xeno-parrot.
Feyri sighed as her eyes followed Grate out the Armory, then back at May...who was still in her birthday suit, when she began hefting the pile of clothes.
...Which was then thrown to the side in a comical fashion as the momentum and swiftness of a very familiar face rushed by and spun her 'round until said figure was right behind her, clinging. The surprise was enough to catch her off guard. Granted, she was glad that she was only holding her shield up at the time and not the sword.
"W-hey! Whats the-...Oh, Lyra? What's gotten into you there? Is it the drug dealer? Protection racketeering? The threat of honey and mustard flavored painkillers?" she said teasingly. The last one was sincere though...those things were horrible, despite the flavor.
"You...worried much? Just nod if its a yes."
As she spoke, her hands drifted over and along the wristpad. Having been acquainted with the keys and their placement long before. Sending a message to Steve.
Hello Steve,
I know this may be abrupt...or not, I think, but I've received word from the AM that you could do a special favor. This is about Jim, see. And I was thinking about how he truly was before, making a locket snapshot from his appearance pre-Mission 1 and all.
So since I guess you've all the information, could you edit a close up of him from any of your good security footages and turn it into a still frame picture? Or perhaps a sentient one -- pretty hard to explain these, but I've seen them in films before. Anyway, disregard the complexity.
Could it be simple? Something that would emphasize his good traits? Just a personal favor from me...and mostly of a kind appreciation for him. Thanks! 
((I'd say we do the Easter Egg Hunt instead. This gets us more acquainted with our dear Sword, and if we do the VR trip, it may be fuddled with all the people playing it. All. The. People. Playing. It.
On another note, I'm also supporting Caellath's +1 Token idea 
[A free level-up wouldn't hurt instead 
]))
>Sure. Printing. Done. Try not to lose it and or get horribly murdered.The armory master hands you a rather simple locket on a chain. It's got jim's picture in it. Yay sensible gifts of gentlemanly courting.
((I'll throw my vote in for Fight Club, then. It'd be the ideal way for people stuck on ship to do something productive and dangerous instead of just being VR addicts or harassing the AM.))
Go to VR, examine cellular or microscopic structure of synthflesh.
It's weird shit man. It has resemblances to bucky balls, carbon nanotubes, and about a dozen other very strong molecular substances. It appears all together too ordered for anything purely organic and reeks of genetic fuckery. Makes you wonder if they just made this from scratch or maybe if some long distant HMRC member found something similar to it on some shithole planet and brought it home.
((Ginko is the coolest son of a bitch around. I'd relish a Mushi-Shi game (not necessarily on this forum) where you are Ginko, but I just don't know how that would work, or if there is a single group of sentient beings on any plane of existence talented enough to make it without fucking it up royally.))
Eat her.
I actually thought about a Mushi-shi game. It's one of the inspirations-vaguely- around here. The problem with a mushishi game is that you run into the two fold paradox of the mystery story.
1.The main character knows things you don't.
2.clues that the main character finds are given out in such a way as to keep the reader in the dark until the answer is ready to be revealed.
In a Mushishi case, this takes the form of him knowing about all these mushi that the audience doesn't know about. As such, a game that stuck close to the original would have to either have you pulling information out of thin air or just give you a massive lexicon to search through. The second option is obviously the best, though it may annoy some people to have to do read what amounts to a book worth of data just to play a forum game.
Oh well, maybe I'll make one when this game is over with in...what are we up to...5 years?
You eat her to gain her power! You gain the power of being dead because she's highly poisonous! Admittedly you probably should not have jammed shit you found in space in your face.
Get the monoatomic sword with the free hand. Cut Gimp's arm that is holding me and avoid the attack.
You whip it out-something you're quite familiar with at this point- and sever the gimp's arm, leaping back as his blade hisses right past you nose. He bends down, picks up his arm and jams it back into place, letting the armor and the flesh knit as you think of a new plan of attack.
((The Wayback, please.))
Observe how they patrol..
The bowmen mostly just stand around, but the swordsmen and the unarmed guy walk in slow, clockwise circles around the perimeter of the castle.
Charles investigates the commotion occurring while trying o ignore his hallucinations.
The commotion, I assume, being May and Feyri's verbal catfight? You go stare at the two women and wonder exactly how someone talks in an italicized, colored manner.
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