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Allow me to give you some feedback from my mindset of 'careless shoot errything swag loot' player, which I delve into on occasion; basically a prediction of what action your players may take when presented with these scenarios:

-Planet and society totally dominated (like mentally dominated) by a cabal of Psykers.

Ask to meet psyker cabal leader(s), shoot in face, loot everything in resulting chaos, fly away in spaceship.

-Study in contrast between a savage human world and a moderately technically advanced society in their response to Dark Eldar piracy and slave-taking.

Shoot dark eldar, possibly set up racketeering operations in the advanced society if the DE prove skittish enough.

-Gonna throw the Rak'Gol in there at some point as a another "Let's see how much abuse players can really put up with" encounter.

Shoot the Rak'Gol. Probably go 'oh fuck what did we ever do to deserve this'.

-Totally new alien race I cooked up, hell-bent on secret keeping. Gonna try to really dig into a non-human mindset, a totally reordered way of thinking.

Shoot 'em, steal their shit

-Space Station of rich noble who went crazy and died while his medieval space fantasy palace went on without him.

Become head of police, cause absolute chaos in attempt to embezzle as much money as humanly possible, end up accidentally destroying space station/allowing Chaos cults to summon daemons to take it over. Flee in spaceship with swag loots.

-System where like 4 factions are engaged in all-out war and no-holds bar plunder.

DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA

"Hyneakles, normally I'd be frothing at the mouth to try to kill you but this is so fucking hardcore that I'm going to ignore that. I AM A HUMAN FLAMETHROWER MOTHERFUCKERS now with that said don't fucking shoot me you shit I have to put out this fire."

Put out fire. Don't fall off warbeast. If I'm attacked again, spit some leftover booze on the fish hook thing, light it aflame with my teeth and fight them with a flaming sword! Also do whatever I can to light them on fire if I end up in a fighting scenario. Use my teeth sparks as distractions. Internally lament the fact that I don't have a big badass beard that I could set on fire and look cool with.

((Oh man that's fucking cool as hell.))

Jack twitches.

"See, this is what's known as poisoning your customer base. If you hadn't gone and decreased my deal I probably would've come back in the future at some point. Now I won't, and I'll be warning people like me against using you. But I get a question instead of a fulfillment, fine.

The substrate may be impervious to damage, but when I was hit by a shard of falling glass I was cut open, and I suspect if I punched through a wall of stone with my uncoupled strength I would break my arm. How may I reinforce my body so things like this don't happen?"

Adult version of a pouty toddler not getting their way activate!

gods I'm an idiot. isolating myself for no damn reason and for no benefit to anyone.

Right, I think that if there's still time to act in between this post and the next one I have a way to depower the despair gods. Now just to account for the others.

Good gods I'm weak. Not physically, but psychologically or somesuch. I don't know if it's an inherent thing or something I learned to be over time, but ... I can almost never quite escape the feeling that I'm irrelevant, or not worth consideration, or just small and insignificant. I mean, there's been some moments, few and far between, where I find myself able to think differently, and when I do karate I get better because in that I know for a certainty that I can do things not many others can do. But it doesn't apply to the rest of my life.
Namely I see, to be very good at getting ignored. This is of course only my flawed perception of events, as the people I seek attention from are busy and have other people they interact with and mountains of schoolwork and such plus I have the unfortunate habit of marginalizing myself in social situations and making myself seem fine when I'm really not, but that doesn't change the fact that I can barely get any communication in with ... well, who I consider friends. It's difficult if not outright impossible for me to make any plans that actually materialize, and when plans between friends do materialize they're almost inevitably 'go to the local bar'. I don't ... why the fuck would I want to go to the bar? Getting drunk isn't really fulfilling at all. I go along when it happens, sure, but I don't really drink, I just go because it's the only opportunity I have to talk with people outside of work. I don't like it super much, but when you're too shy to call someone without internally agonizing over it for two days beforehand and any messages you send don't get read until at least 5 days after you've sent them for the most part and any alternative plans of yours just flat out don't materialize because the other person's too busy or possibly just not interested in which case why the fuck did they even agree in the first place you take what you can get.
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This is how I lost a friend I had for a long time, communication just stopped. But what's the point of communicating if I never get a response anyway?

And I know in my rational mind that none of this is because I'm disliked or am easily ignored or whatever, it's all due to outside factors that have nothing to do with me. But my emotions aren't rational things, and I feel ignored and dismissed even though that makes no fucking sense.

Also I realized the exact moment when I missed probably the best opportunity I could ever have had. I know when I could've done something to change what happened, or at least not have myself in this solitary little corner of myself, and I missed it for something that completely fucking underwhelmed me and that I payed too much money for. 3 crucial days and 200 dollars spent on techniques I could've picked up from a fucking Google search. I know this because immediately after I arrived home I did that and DID. Fucking pseudo-mystical non-effective bullshitassfuckkillmaimstabstrangling reiki bullshit. I'm not even mad about the money, it's not like I spend it on anything, but the fucking time cost me by that stupid fucking three-day workshop, and the fact that it happened on those three fuckijg days in particular ... I don't get mad about nearly anything. This makes me enraged because of what might have happened then. AND I WASTED IT ON FUCKING PUTTING HANDS ON PEOPLE AND PRETENDING THAT FUCKING HEALS PEOPLE FOR THREE FUCKING DAYS I HOPE THEIR PRACTICE BECOMES MARGINALIZED AND DIES FORGOTTEN BY EVERYONE COLD AND ALONE IN A REMOTE CORNER OF THE WORLD

No use looking back on what might have happened, though. Only thing to do is to move forward and hopefully past this communications block I'm faced with. Somehow.
...how though

"By physical form I mean the body I have! Do you not perceive reality the way I do or actually no you probably don't. Uh. What was the word you used? Substrate, that's it. I want the substrate my mind is inhabiting to be impervious to damage, that's what I meant by physical form."

Clarify wish, then exit well.