Anthropomorphic ice cats?
Removed the cap.
Also idea: memes
Gosh, I really do wish the deadline could be moved back some. Like, I'd really rather try out any of my six other ideas than just bring the Cookies back(though admittedly I do have some new options to work with for them), but I'm legitimately not sure it's even possible for me to make a new map I'd be happy with in the time that's been given, and that's not even including the time encessary to actually come up with all the ideas for the sheet itself.
Damn, that's a lot. You can come up with six new kingdoms, yet I, the guy who brought LW to Bay12, can't think of any.
Wonder how many people have made any sheets...Also curios what maps people made...
I've got the map underway, but I'm realizing I have a problem where I know very well what a small portion of the map is, and have no clue what the rest is like in the slightest. I've got a portion of the map that's 2 Square miles tall and a bit more than 3 wide, but I have no idea what to do with the empty space.
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
TheRedwolf and I are on vacation currently. She is driving, so I can respond, but expect delays to finished stuff.
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Log:
Log AABY-02; All remains quiet, though I do not expect this to last it is welcome. Though from what little has been seen by our spectral scouts, there seem to be some developments. The object that was seen streaking across the sky some nights ago has reportedly seen some amount of development, though no movement has been reported yet. Either the strange machine is assembling itself, or... no, it is likely that those residing within are simply awake during the day, as opposed to us being awake in the night.
I'm assuming this is referencing the MCD Saltshaker, the current base used by Mercdonald's forces on this planet.
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Alright soo... I have a problem, well three really, the first is that there are four maps with entirely different scales, the second is that two of witch are irregular land masses and the last is that I’m shit at making maps. This can still run, but with out a well done map.
Didn't I state in the OP you used (albiet badly copied and formatted) that the scale is 10 pixels/mile?
Didn't I state in the OP you used (albiet badly copied and formatted) that the scale is 10 pixels/mile?50 actually(with the map being 10 miles by 10 miles), but it is stated there.
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Would it be accurate to assume the trade has gone through now?
I'm still not sure what the mechanics are regarding giving troops to other kingdoms, so we'll have to ask the GM on that.
I'm still not sure what the mechanics are regarding giving troops to other kingdoms, so we'll have to ask the GM on that.Well, I didn't actually ask for Troops, just the gunpowder.
Oh, well I'll add the poisonous flora and fauna to my day 8 sheet.
Oh, well I'll add the poisonous flora and fauna to my day 8 sheet.Poisonous undead flora and fauna.
The difference is that living things can die, but breed, while undead ones can't breed naturally but respawn when killed.
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Got our pick axe swinging from side to side
Hey failbird, your gunpowder supply description is cut off. Might want to fix that. Also, three projects... I'm assuming you just have one there to keep track of progress while you research the other two.
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Day 11 Event: Meteor
A meteor made on an unknown ice like metal has landed outside of Castell Coedsig Fanw. It will require a Special project to utilize, and can be stolen.
(So uh, just to let people know, I got like, maybe half as much sleep as I should have last night at best. So like, gonna have to hold off on the next post until I wake up, cuz I feel zonked.)
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
[spoiler=Attack on X]
[b]Troops Commited[/b]
A list of all types of troops commited, and the numbers of each type. Also shows heroes used.
Total: # troops + # hero(es)
[b]Objective[/b]
Anything you want your troops to do at the battle site. 9 times out of 10, this would be "take an enemy city", but it can be any objective.
[b]Retreat Conditions[/b]
Any conditions that need to be met for your troops to retreat.
[b]Strategy[/b]
What your troops will do to complete the objective(s) you had in the plan.[/spoiler]
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
Humans went into space, and fast food groups ended up being the primary food suppliers. They soon found that it's really hard to keep their supply lines safe from pirates and such.
The higher ups went "Hey this whole franchise thing worked well with food, why not try it with mercs?", and it went over well and ended up as the primary focus of the company. MercDonalds was born from this.
Interested parties just need to meet some minimum requirements and follow certain rules to join up.
Something along the lines of: Do you have a ship?, Crew?, Willing to take jobs and not shoot at our stuff?, If so, then good, Welcome to MercDonalds. The supply and job departments will contact you shortly.
An alien race that found their way onto a ship and made themselves useful enough to be kept around. They are friendly to familiar human crew, if a bit obnoxious at times, and will fiercely (even suicidally) defend the ship against hostile incursions.
"screeches alter their bodies and behavior to be appropriate for whatever man-made tools or trappings they first come across" -Unnamed merc
Screeches are one of the most versatile tools available to Man - under a seemingly innocent roundy baldy headed yellow ball lies a being of many faces and infinite power. They say the Big Bang was followed by a sound of screeching, too. Screeches have many specialties - some drop straight into the colony, chasing around any poor xeno they set their sights on, some stand vigilant onboard the ship, ready to harmbaton and call out any potential hostile's location on general channel, some are weak, wielding only pistols, and some don a red bandana and carry a machinegun that wipes weaker xenos in a single burst. And some, when under pressure of seemingly impossible odds, are said to tap into the primordial REE that resides within them, going into a murderous, albeit short-lived rage, it's short span not nearly short enough for any sighted foes to survive the screeching fury...
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