We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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OOC: Yes i am read to fight today we will show them what it means to be human! Once and for all! The Chat is a good idea.
The Doktor Returns to his room and sits on the bed waiting for sunrise. [color="{Skyblue}"] Now to wait here in this room until the morning, it will be interesting to see what the others do.[/color]
The Doktor Returns to his room and sits on the bed waiting for sunrise. [color="{Skyblue}"] Now to wait here in this room until the morning, it will be interesting to see what the others do.[/color]
ooc: really? Newsflash, every game is roleplaying. Halo? Roleplay as master chief. CoD/BF3? you roleplay as Butch Mcbulletfist. NFS? You roleplay as someone who have better cars. So if you have ever played any game then you are "******" as well, so follow your own advice and get laid. Just somewhere far away from here, ok?amiran123 said:
P.S.Also it seems that you just lack of brain capability to link any avatar picture to your profile. And since this thread is for people with avatar pictures you are just displaying envy because of our magnificent intellect.
Edgar woke up, got dressed, and began tinkering with the machines.
OOC: I'm off. Just needed to do that before anything else. Also since @Nailik has extensive knowledge of Final Fantasy 6, I'm allowing him control of Edgar whenever I'm gone since I don't know when I'll be back on.
OOC: I'm off. Just needed to do that before anything else. Also since @Nailik has extensive knowledge of Final Fantasy 6, I'm allowing him control of Edgar whenever I'm gone since I don't know when I'll be back on.
ooc:sorry, forgot all that don't-feed-trolls thing :/Furioso said:
[Alex were tinkering with disc grenade for few hours now, still without any particular success]
"Funny, I have explosives here to rip prison wall apart, but I cannot use them. Those eggheads who designed this gear should be court-martial'ed. Proximity failsafe is good only in theory, but in reality it sucks, what if I... Here we go... C'mon baby, just a little... a... no don't!"
[grenade control circuit shorted out and room filled with smoke]
"Dammit! Another one.
[Alex threw discarded disc grenade to pile]
"Maybe I'm doing wrong thing. I need to think this thing over one more time"
"Maybe I could override safety protocols in suit? But I couldn't write program even if my life depended on it. Switching suit off? But I don't know what is atmosphere of this planet made off. No, no, no. Think, there must be some sort of exit from this prison cell!"
ooc:well my character is imprisoned, because of being similar to some enemies of local ruler (bartender's reaction was hint, he ignored). Now he is tinkering with grenades to blow his way out of cell, but without success.Gearhead mk2 said:
Short story- sand worm was defeated. aircraft crashed. there was some harsh language exchange in bar. part stayed in tavern for the night while other went to meet the local king. now part of those who went to meet king are building some sort of multiteleporter.
OOC: While I'm trying to figure out where the hell my lecturer put the data for our latest field report, I guess I may as well post.
Jensen woke up in the dingy room that he had picked out the previous night. Scrambling off the hollow metal framed cot, he pulled on a pair of black trousers, and stopped to glance in the grimy little mirror on the wall as he did so. Briefly, he ran his eyes over his bare torso, where the sallow skin on his chest met with the gleaming black plates of his prosthetic shoulders. Even under the natural skin, he could see where he was as much machine as man. A tubular metal frame ran across his ribcage, reinforcing it and bracing his arms, and just behind his collarbones, two slender pistons protruded from the skin and disappeared back into the base of his neck, where they would be hidden by his body armour. The nozzles of the Typhoon system dotted his chest and back. Frowning, Jensen turned his attention to the implant scar on his forehead. The area around the scar was bruised, no doubt due to the blow to the head he had recieved in the VTOL crash.
"So that's what's been causing those feedback bursts. Great." He muttered, before stepping away from the mirror and strapping his armoured vest on over his chesst, then putting on his trenchcoat. His shades extended over his eyes as he left the room.
Jensen woke up in the dingy room that he had picked out the previous night. Scrambling off the hollow metal framed cot, he pulled on a pair of black trousers, and stopped to glance in the grimy little mirror on the wall as he did so. Briefly, he ran his eyes over his bare torso, where the sallow skin on his chest met with the gleaming black plates of his prosthetic shoulders. Even under the natural skin, he could see where he was as much machine as man. A tubular metal frame ran across his ribcage, reinforcing it and bracing his arms, and just behind his collarbones, two slender pistons protruded from the skin and disappeared back into the base of his neck, where they would be hidden by his body armour. The nozzles of the Typhoon system dotted his chest and back. Frowning, Jensen turned his attention to the implant scar on his forehead. The area around the scar was bruised, no doubt due to the blow to the head he had recieved in the VTOL crash.
"So that's what's been causing those feedback bursts. Great." He muttered, before stepping away from the mirror and strapping his armoured vest on over his chesst, then putting on his trenchcoat. His shades extended over his eyes as he left the room.
Causer finally came across what appeared to be a small town situated near a large castle.
"Hmm. Wonder if they have a bakery..."
"Hmm. Wonder if they have a bakery..."
occ:your welcomeGearhead mk2 said:
"Maybe use chemical explosives themselves?"
[picks up one of discarded disc grenades]
"But I don't have anything to use as detonator. Again nothing. Well I could as well empty waste tank and clean waste filter."
[disconnects and stares at waste tank]
"Of course, ammonia. I could use it to chemically induce detonation. But I need something else.
[Alex starts to calculate chemical proportions and physical outcomes]
ooc:yes, he will MacGyver his way out of prison
