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>>1396852
>As you stagger out you turn back to the odd sight of a pair of Lion-sized beasts rearranging a 1970s post modern kitchen and spurt
>"...and Tell your boss there's nothing here he could ever get from me. If he wants power...he should get it himself."
>Up your stairs
>Past your mom who must have partially woke up and collapsed again in the hallway
>Into your room
>Where your bed is
>Where nightmares, that come every night these days are waiting

Not tonight, dear. I'll make sure of that.
>"Gee...thanks."

Of all the things you could have done. Why that? Why spare them? When give up the power?
>"I didn't give up anything. I just helped them."
>You collapse against the mattress.
>"Just like somebody did for me."
...You took these powers. So you could give?
I knew you were special.
In fact. I didn't think people like you could exist.
Goodnight, Anon.
>"Mrrrm gnite...mama."


>END OF THE SESSION

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>>1396852
>>1396853
>made a new thread for one final post
ABSOLUTE MADMAN

Thanks for the run, Quest. Lawful Good path unlocked? Just as planned. Starfu is next.

>>1396853
>Just yells at them to clean the kitchen and leaves to go to bed

Badass, but pretty stupid.

Let's hope their tiny brains are honored we allowed that to happen than letting Man-Arm die.

>FUTURE PLANS

Eat a lot of food tomorrow to regain lost blood and minerals, then meet with Jackie and Janna tomorrow. Try to gather ingredients for Hekapoo Ritual too.

>>1394442

Title Soundtrack: Stranger Things Title
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RcPZdihrp4

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You awaken in darkness, gasping for breath. The air is hot and stifling. You try to move, but your arms and legs are trapped. You're so confined you can barely expand your chest to breathe. All you can do is struggle against the great weight pressing down.

What is this? How did you get here?

The last thing you remember was an ordinary day at school. The bell rang to mark the end of the second class. You were walking down the hall, thinking about lunch. And then ...

... something ...

... happened.

There was light, a strange light. The sensation of falling, plummeting into endless space. The sound of a thousand voices.

And then you were here. Wherever here is.

No time to figure it out. Already your head is swimming. You've got to get out of here, or it’s going to be your grave. You try to shout, to call for help, but you can barely get any air into your lungs. A few pathetic sounds come out, nothing more.

Trapped in darkness, you try to think of something, anything ...

The weight above you shifts. A rush of cool air brushes your cheek, and a beam of light shines through a crack in the darkness. Outside, you can hear voices.

"--telling you, I heard someone," says a girl's voice. "We have to keep looking."

Your chest is burning, but you expand your last breath of air to gasp a cry for help ...

(Continued)

>>1394454

"Did you hear that?" asks the girl. "I knew it! Lift it higher."

"You realize this is heavy, right?" says a boy's voice.

The weight shifts again. The crushing vice is lifted from your chest, and you desperately breathe, feeling the relief of fresh air in your lungs.

The beam of light expands, banishing the darkness. You can see your hands now, dirty and scraped. You look up, half-blinded by the light, and glimpse two figures above you in silhouette. One is kneeling to look down into your crevice. The other is holding up one end of a huge slab of concrete and steel. You realize that was lying on top of you.

"Can't hold this for long," the boy says, straining under the weight. "Get out of there already!"

"Take my hand," calls the girl, reaching out. You reach up, and she takes your hand in a firm grip and pulls. With her help, you start to break free. "Come on," she says, tense with exertion. "Just a little further -- there!"

You emerge from the rubble and crawl away a few feet before collapsing. Your head is pounding, your lungs feel like they're on fire, and you've probably got bruises all over. But you're alive.

"You can let go, Jason," says the girl. "Thanks."

The boy drops the slab, and it crashes to the ground, breaking into smaller pieces. The impact triggers a further shift in the rubble of the destroyed building, crushing the hole you were buried in. Half a wall was lying on top of you, you realize, looking at the rubble of concrete and steel. It's only luck that you weren't pulverized in the impact, or whatever happened. And this boy -- Jason? -- was here to lift that slab off you in time.

(Continued)

>>1394308
4chan.org/tg/

>>1394308
>No Rourke
Shit image.

>>1394839
Why would anyone want to go into that cesspit of shitposting and bait if they could avoid it?

This game will not be using the system Roll and Keep system because it’s too complex for a CYOA/Quest style game. It instead will be using the standard roll 100 system except with actual skill and talent trees. A character sheet will be kept, and a standard difficulty will be applied to actions like a standard pnp RPG.

While you will start this game as a "lowly"
(ha) Emerald Magistrate, over the course of the game a more epic adventure and destiny might await you.

Canon will be played with fast and loose, and in extremely broad strokes.

Let’s have fun.

>>1394105
Hooray! Anyone else excited for L5R LCG?

First what Clan are you from and what is the adult name you have chosen for yourself?

>A.) Crab

>B.) Crane

>C.) Dragon

>D.) Lion

>E.) Mantis

>F.) Scorpion

>G.) Unicorn

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One day While playing video games with octa and raven, a man comes through a portal saying he's you from the future and that he needs your help stopping robots that have taken over.

dice+1d20

>>1389209
You turn to Raven and Octa thinking to yourself man these shrooms are crazy good
*rubs eyes in disbelief

This is the gm, had to switch to phone .

I don't think you rolled correctly ^

Killing things and dragging it back for cooking is such a chore.
Let's instead just warm our spears, and hunt with them warm.
Besides, cold spears are uncomfortable to handle.

Rolled 90, 17, 95 = 202 (3d100)

Rolling.

The Kinboq work hard and one comes with a creative idea. Perhaps a foolish one. But they heat up their wooden basic spears in the fire. It ends up with a unique result perhaps a result of the fire spirits blessing but instead of ash they have become petrified as hard as stone!

>Pop:35
>>food:Satsisfactory.
>>Tech: Simple cooking, Simple crafting, Simple Petrified fire blessed spear's,Small stick hut's, Indoor fire pits,Outdoor fire pits. Large firepit's.Torch's, Lightly magical wind instruments.
>>Culture: Bond's,Powerful bonds,Sense of community, Love of fire, Charming Music magic,Bard's,Communing with spirit's.
>>Cultural Buildings: Grand Fire pit In center of community. Provides warmth and a central place to cook food around. It is the heart of the community already.

>>what do you do?

>>Encourage growth?

>>Research? What? And how? And why?

>>Explore? Which way?

>>Other?

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>>1387570
Which makes it all the more surprising when you comm Arc Ukumari--your only immediate support on this mission--and hear yourself say the words.

“Start shooting, Arc.”

“Danger close,” she replies in humorless jest. “Get to cover.”

“I’ll try,” you reply, cutting the line. You’ll try.

Ahead of you looms Collide--of all your enemies, he has rapidly made himself among the most imposing, shrugging off the best of your best. Supporting him are a gaggle of DNA Mimics, custom upgraded mavericks with the powers of some of their fallen champions.

You’re backed up by a couple of spiked wheels and warthog-themed military go-karts, with the collective brainpower of your best friend while drunk.

You think to yourself that said best friend would support this next move. “Swarm the fucker,” you order the mechaniloids.

They immediately comply, ramping and roaring and dogpiling in on Collide from all sides. He turns and slams a giant fist into one of the spiked wheels, pulping it into a slightly pointy crescent, before grabbing the sparking remains and hurling it your way. You roll to the side and dash, narrowly avoiding another barrage from the ice-shooting Mimics at Collide’s back. You fire back on the run, but a glowing energy shield sails right on through your firing lane and ablates your fire harmlessly.

You ignore it all, barreling on ahead as far as you can. You hear a single heavy footfall and the whine of building jet exhaust--that giant fucking bug isn’t planning on letting you go that easily.

So far on this mission, you’ve been frozen, stabbed, tackled (at the same time), and blown up. The one silver blessing to all the abuse you’ve been taking is that your capacitor charge is through the roof--and good thing, too, you need every bit of it.

You outstrip the chaotic scuffle behind you as you pour charge into your dash, lunging ahead at breakneck speed for the crater and your one shot at getting out of this alive. Above you, the sky is turning a threatening and unnatural purple-grey, and you can feel ionization dance across the air as distant pinpricks of luminous blue blossom into extra suns over battle-hazed Algeria.

Despite being tailor-built to absorb electricity, you’re more than ready to take Ukumari at her word when she told you it was none of the kind you want.

Inside the crater, you barely take the split-second to pick out--civilian hostage victim turned maverick turned hunter turned victim once again--and grab him by the scruff, plucking him from the hole he’s quite literally curled up to die in.

“I’m sorry,” he wheezes brokenly. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” you mutter, before you turn and hurl him down into the tunnel he was digging for you, backed by the force of your Mass Shriver. His wail of anguish and shock disappears with him as he echoes down the tunnel, and you turn back to the battlefield--

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>>1387574
And Collide is right on top of you again, those massive hibeam horns slashing in to finish what they started a minute ago.

Energy still crackling through your system and lance in one hand, you move more through a lack of options than anything else. Mass Shriver still fading, you kick it back on again, arm conduits blazing bright as your other hand finds the hilt of the lance on your swing--

And with a hellish crackle of blade on blade, your boots bite through the battered earth, Collide dragging you further and further back as his boosters snap and snarl like wolves at his back…

And finally, at the end of a new forty-foot-long trench dug by your heels, the two of you come to a halt, his horns cooling and revealing, for once, genuine surprise on the brutal maverick’s face.

He leaps back heavily as you power through your swing, clipping him with the outermost edge of the lance and drawing another bright flicker from his shields. He comes down hunkered and defensive, re-appraising you.

A Crash Roader destroys itself slamming into his back and he hunches down one shoulder on the impact, giving you another chance to make a break for the tunnel. The air smells like iron and ozone, the sky now an unreal, spreading neon as Ukumari’s ordnance streaks in.

The firestorm erupts. Plasma blooms across the battlefield like lazily-glowing bubbles, neon bright and arcing from place to place. The Mimics dive for any shelter they can find, and you leap back as a bolt crashes between you and Collide. Once again, he simply goes hull-down, actually taking a knee and bearing his back to the barrage rather than engage.

You--well, anyone built to channel lightning must also be able to handle the heat that arises as a natural byproduct from it. You’re resistant, certainly, but not immune--and as you feel your battered legs melting into the molten glass earth, your shields flickering perilously dim, even this far from the epicenter. You feel heat that moves through you as if you’re not there as you grit your teeth, praying that by the time the firing disappears, you haven’t gone with it.

Finally, it’s over. The sky lightens to a smoky, earthen gray over the ground, now a thin layer of shiny glass in the midday sun. The clouds swirl around the center of impact, ash and soot and smoke blown away from the epicenter and slowly dissipating.

And then the smoke turns red.

Your gut lurches as a strong gale thins the fog of war enough to see a wall of dozens--at least--of those observer drones from before, luminous eyes piercing through the fog, ringed around you in the air from all sides. OPAL chimes in your ear as you hear distant thunder.

>Signal Lock.
>Signal Lock.
>Signal Lock.
>Signal Lock.
>Signal Lock.
>Signal Lo…

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>>1387576
Collide sees them too, turning back to look at his own crew--two or three Reploids staggering back to their feet, nowhere near as hardy as either of you, and you’re on death’s door as it is.

“STAY AWAY,” someone shrieks on all channels, “FROM MY CHILDREN!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry--!”

Pulling a look of absolute disgust, Collide comms back on the same frequency, voice calm--but annoyance unmistakeable. “Mortarphant. It’s in hand. Stop.”

She screams another hellish wail on all frequencies as OPAL begins warning you about what you already know.

>Tunnel. NOW. Burn all your charge to do it.
>Take a parting shot at Collide--you need to, if you want to keep him back long enough to have a chance at a getaway.
>Other?

>>1388347
You all decide to fall asleep around the dream cube as Fouella powers it on.
-----
>You seem to be in a room with wood walls and a single door.
>The walls seem wet and are rotting.
>The roof above leaks a downpour of water.
>You try to open the door but it won't budge.
>Allison speaks,
>"Fantastic."
>Near the door is an inscription which reads, "Ecclesiastes 10:18"
>You open the bible to that page.
"Through slothfulness the roof deteriorates, and a house leaks because of idleness."
>Allison speaks again,
>"Great, so what does God want us to do? Repair the house?"
>Veronica replies,
>"That seems to make sense."
>In the corner is a pile of wood, nails, and hammers which you'd not previously noticed.
>You take some time to board up the leaky house.
>After some time of doing this the door opens.
>"Whew, getting a bit of a workout with this one!"
>You all walk through the door.
>This time it's a small stone room with torches along the walls.
>In the middle is a giant scale and a giant rock on one side.
>You walk near the door, but it seems to be sealed like the last.
>Near it is inscribed, "Proverbs 11:1"
>You open up the bible to that scripture.
"A false balance is an abomination to the LORD, but a just weight is his delight."
>Veronica speaks,
>"Guess we gotta balance the scale?"
>The three of you climb up on it.
>The scale shakes and rocks back and forth.
>But now the scale is even on both sides.
>And with that the door opens.
>Allison laughs,
>"Piece of cake."
>You all walk through.
>The room is dark, but in the middle is staircase, at the top is a glowing ball of light.
>You walk up toward it cautiously and touch the light.
>And just like that it envelops you and completes more of your tattoo.
>With that, you return to the real world.

>>1388348
>You're traveling back to Alpek.
>Allison sighs,
>"Man, it sure has been an exhausting journey. What I wouldn't give to take a nice hot bath."
>Fouella speaks,
>"I'm not sure I recall anyone inviting you to stay."
>"Heh, says the little Malformed queen, wanna fight?"
>Fouella turns away.
>"Oh please. You know I'd destroy you."
>Allison growls.
>"You wanna go? Let's settle this right now huh?"
>Veronica seems worried,
>"G-girls come on, let's not fight."
>"Yeah, better not Allison, you'll get your butt whooped."
>Allison gets up in her face.
>"Say that again! I dare you! Give me a reason to pummel your face into the snow."
>"You. Couldn't. Win."
>Allison tackles Fouella.
>The tussle in the snow.
"Girls!"
>Veronica sighs,
>"And there they go."
>Chelsea speaks,
>"So savage."
>You sigh following after them.
>Fouella is shielding her face, Allison is pummeling her with her fists.
>Suddenly Fouellas eyes glow.
>Allison stops.
>Allison stands up.
>"W-what the heck is going on, what are you doing to me you little demon?"
>Fouella gets up.
>Suddenly Allison punches herself in the face.
>"Ah!"
>She punches herself again, and again.
>"Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself!"
>"O-oh yeah? Two can play at this game little Agent!"
>Allison shoots out a wire which sinks into Fouella.
>Allison twitches her finger and Fouella punches herself.
>"Oww!"
>Both of the girls are now punching themselves in the face.
"Gah! Enough of this!"
>You blast Allison with light and tackle Fouella into the snow.
"Now! Learn to get along and behave yourselves!"
>Fouella growls.
>"She's the idiot who wanted to fight!"
>Allison speaks,
>"And you were the idiot who thought you could take me in a fight!"
>The two of them are staring each other down.
>You sigh again.

>>1388354
>You've arrived at the city of Alpek.
>It seems to be under attack by hordes of giant primus Malformed.
"Oh no.."
>Veronica speaks,
>"We have to save them!"
>You all run as quickly as you can down to the church.
>A bunch of humanoid looking Malformed are surrounding the church.
>"Come out come out kiddies, we won't bite, much!"
>They're suited in black metal armor,
>Suddenly one of them in the front notices you and calls out to you.
>"More stragglers?"
>Suddenly he seems curious moving closer to you.
>"Is that an Agent I sense within your ranks?"
>Fouella speaks.
>"You must be their leader.."
>"You guessed it. You got these humans under your possession? I got a few dozen of my own. Wasn't hard to possess em and wipe away their pathetic salt barrier."
>The leader has black ornate armor, huge curved rams horns coming out of his head, a red cape, and cloven hooves like a satyr.
>You're not sure what to do at this point.
>"We got this town pretty much on lock. At least 500 primus and some awakened too."
>"W-who authorized this?"
>"Authorized it? We already took over Mortenal and some of the other southern cities leading up to this place. I think the higher ups will be ok if I just take a few more for the benefit of the mass don't you?"
>Fouella grits her teeth.
>He walks closer examining the party.
>"A pixie too huh? These little things can give a Malformed quite a boost. I haven't been able to find any for myself, but I've always wanted one. I see you have TWO Pixies! You'll give me one right?"
>He moves forward to grab one but Foulla steps in front of him.
>"They're both MINE."
>"Hmm?"
>He sighs.
>"You're certainly awful bossy for someone who's so far away from her post."
>He motions for his crew of humanoids and abominations to surround you.
>Within mere moments you are surrounded by a horde of them.
>"Now, let's not be unreasonable. I'm sure we can work something out."
>He rubs his hand under Fouellas chin.
>"You're quite the cute little Agent. You'd make a wonderful sex partner to breed my children, haha."
>The other awakened speak.
>"You should do as Lord Covetas requests."
>"Become his sex slave! And let us watch!"

What is it that you will do?

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Thirty years before the Echelon Affairs.

The Yorkshire Incident.

>Be 1795.

She's cradled in his arms, blood streaming down her nose and where she forced the FTL Cable into her head. Daemon 1795 breathing quickened in trade-off with her's, as it lagged behind.

He checked her pulse but applying his cold fingers to her neck - her pulse is faint and irregular.

"...how's my face now... Buttercup?" The doctor muttered with a small, weak smile, before dropping it along with her last breath.

1795's vision became fuzzy and he almost thought what he was seeing wasn't happening, a fake, a night-terror. It was dissociating, it was not understandable - but forcefully and painfully comprehensible, everything around him was nothing but a light gray fog as he focused on.

His gone-eye quivered, that's how he knew he was now dropping tears with his blood. Shrapnel from that damn explosion had sliced his face open pretty bad - the same explosion from IOTA's Supercomputer that totaled 1660's face and killed Chief Petty Officer 4302.

For the first time, he felt lonely in her presence. He always felt warmth and encouragement every single time he's laid eyes on her, spoke to her, being threatened by her, etc. Now, every passing nano-second felt like eternities of loneliness. Of emptiness. Like a stabbed water-cooler.

...how does my face look buttercup?...

"beautiful as always..." 1795 shakily responded the dead doctor's last words - now unsure what to do, what to feel, if he can even feel at this point. Should he feel rage? Should he feel sorrow? He doesn't know, being trained to be a apathetic soldier.

Not that his feelings mattered, the doctor bunny is dead. Nothing will change that now, no matter how much it hurts now.

"Anhur." His nickname. "We can't save her now."

1795 didn't want to hear it. "She's gone."

1795 refused to believe it. "She won't be coming back."

"Anhur!" Leftendant-Commander 9902 snapped 1795 back to reality. "I'm sorry about 1041, I really am. We warned her what would happen but sacrificed herself. We need to move, man, get up. That's an order."

It's not usual for the easygoing, marijuana smoking Leftandant-Commander to give a direct order, so it weighed heavy on 1795

The Leftandant-Commander 9902, Petty Officer II Class 1660, and the limping Admiral 1-9939 needed him to be strong. To let a part of him die for the rest of us to survive.

1795 gently allow 1041's head to rest on the ground. He picked up her black long coat.

"Anhur." 1-9939 called. "Suggestions for actions, now."

"Sir, we get you all to safety on The Echelon," 1795 turned to face them, his face hard and cold. "Then, I cut off the head of a snake."

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>>1388036
The present.

>Be 1995 [Bastet]
You are now 1995, whom now is currently now being asked a fairly important question by 1241.

"Bas', you DO know how to fix a Satellite...right?" 1241 asked with a deadpanned expression.

"Uh..." Bastet drew a blank. "I thought you did!"

"Bollocks, now we're in trouble," 1241 pulled up his radio and tried to contact Chief Burns. "Chief, it came to our conclusion that neither of us knows exactly how to fix a satellite."

"Well, you'll learn today." The radio, instead of their NANOCOMS, answered.

"What did you do to Chief Burns?" 1995

"Disconnect him and put him on his bed before he became brain dead," The voice answered. "Chief Burns is not connected to IOTA anymore, and thus lost contact with you. He is currently next to me, recovering from his connection on his bunk."

"Who are you?" 1241 demanded.

"Your boss, now if you want to get the devil out of here," The voice replied before stopping suddenly. He reappeared moments later. "Okay, you're going to hear gunshots in a couple seconds. Apparently, detonating the Neuron-Chip in those Impure heads does jack-all but make them even worse - so I'm going to manually pull them apart after shooting them. Stand-by."

"He's crazy," 1241 scoffs as he turns to leave the Armoury. K903 goes to follow, but he stopped her. "Sorry, Birdy, but you can't come scamping along with us in space. Be a good girl and guard the armoury."

Ava whined but obeyed, laying back down on the rug.

As promised, four gunshots echo through the corridors. 1995 tensed up but relaxed as the gunshots faded.

"Okay, so it probably works," The voice said. "Anyways, power up your suits. 1995, you should already know how to power it up. 1241, swipe up and left on your left forearm holoscreen and pick POWER ON," The voice instructed. "Your helmets should stay off while you are inside the ship. Do not put them on until you are inside the airlock, trust me, your bones will be cracked to dust with the auto-pressure adjuster. Your head is already being protected by the shield, so don't worry about that in case you find some unfavorable people."

"EVOLVE ATHENA ONLINE." A female robotic voice rang out.

"EVOLVE GOLDEN, ONLINE." A male robotic voice rang out.

"Okay, good. Now head to the single airlocks. It should be by the ORBITAL JUMPER Bay area, I will not be able to tell you where it is because IOTA refuses to give me any map information unless I can provide a password that Burns changed for some reason," The Voice sounded calm still, even though his wording was annoyed. The voice is deep, scratchy, and articulate. "I will disengage the airlock once you are inside the airlock, be sure to put your helmet on the second you get inside unless you want to die before you get into space."

>Commence

>[Options]

>Question his trustworthiness

>Ask about his involvement and knowledge on the situation on Echelon

>Inquire about Chief Burns

>Question about EVO Suit

>Stop Talking

>>1388181
>Ask about his involvement and knowledge on the situation on Echelon
Are there any enemies OUTSIDE the ship?

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>>1387449
>[ ] Find an opening for a decisive strike.
>[ ] You won’t stop someone from running into your blade.

Killing them isn't our goal, but keeping then alive isn't either. They made that decision for themselves when they attacked us.

>>1387449
>[ ] Bait an attack and counter.
>[ ] You won’t stop someone from running into your blade.

happy to see this running again, though i won't stay here for long (it's 1:14 am were I live)

>>1387008
Examine the larger squiggle.

>>1387008
>>1387173
Seconding - open chest.

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In the chest, you find another chest!

>>1385025
>>1386308
Nomad studies as she looks around seeing all the other students studying and a teacher at the head of the class
(Psychology, 3/4 to B)

>>1386093
Aleera gets /fit/
>Thicc - Stop lifting trucks. You have a +6 to all Melee rolls.
then goes home

>>1385415
Az gets all this stuff spending $750

>1385332
Jack breaks through a crowd of people in the city to find a...
2006 Ford E-250?

>>1385079
Dirk gets the crossbow and grip but sadly he can't get a flashlight for a crossbow
>Money spent - $750

>>1384989
Ko keeps following Az

>>1385347
Glam gets smacked right out of the arena.

==The City==
The Ford revs up.

>>1386710
>Go to aleera's house.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1386710
Fly up. A car can't fly!

Marr raises his pint that looks more like a keg with a piece of iron welded to it and starts chugging the stuff that you can only guess to be beer.
He sends down the whole thing and he takes a deep breath once he finishes.
''AHHHH! THAT'S THE STUFF!''

''Turns out he never drank alcohol before.
Something about 'Dulling the senses' but he took quite a liking to it.''

*BURP*
''Scuse me.
Yeah... we actually know each other.
But it looks like this fuck isn't remembering it.''
Marr says, his breath stinks of alcohol.
''If you'd like I could tell you the story.''

Starrk just sighs at this.
''Just ignore him.
He's too wasted to be coherent. He just keeps going on and on about a bunch of stuff that makes no sense.
Also, for some reason, he insists on everyone calling him 'Barney the friendly dinosaur'.
No idea what that is.''

You give Marr an awkward look.
''Really?''

He can barely contain his laughter.
''It's great isn't it?
Lang told me about it!
IT AMUSES ME!''

>Ask Marr about his ''history'' with Starrk.
>Ignore that, he's clearly wasted
>Other? (write-in)

>>1386435

>Ask Marr about his ''history'' with Starrk.

>>1386435
>>Ask Marr about his ''history'' with Starrk.

>>1389733

>If you wanted to see it, you could've asked..

>>1389733
>>If you wanted to see it, you could've asked...
>You've never seen Soul before?

>>1389733
>If you wanted to see it, you could've asked...

GAS THE SQUIDS
NUKE THE WHALES
STAB THE MONKEYS
TRUST NOTHING
THE VOID IS WATCHING

>>1394302
Best time of the week coming through.

>Efforts to collect samples have largely met with failure, loosing several drones to the rapid and aggressive parasitic nano-virus which continues to attempt to assemble some manner of hive structure out of the remains of the derelict ship.

This is both interesting and concerning. I wonder if we can program our own creep to start auto-building structures soon...

What a lovely preview of what will shortly be happening on Path.

>>1394302
QD don't we have hard light armor projectors? Why not try those?