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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Word association game—2^14.1 and up!
« on: December 16, 2013, 10:51:56 am »

Quasars?

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Word association game—2^14.1 and up!
« on: December 15, 2013, 03:09:45 pm »
Dead.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Word association game—2^14.1 and up!
« on: December 15, 2013, 02:10:29 pm »
Drool

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((To change thread name, go to OP, press modify. You'll access the same screen you saw when created the thread))

With some esplosives in his hands, Chester tried to think of the whole situation a bit. If those are triggered by electric current, it seems they'll need significantly more of those thick wires to trigger it from a distance while blowing out the door mentioned previously.
One more thing is seems strange to him. If something roasted the whole ships' electronics, it should be a good voltage jump in the whole system. So why the hell are those are still in place? Oк фьниу they just weren't heated enough to detonate. Any way, to his mind, only some kind of EMI-weaponry could do something like this.

((If my knowledge of physics sucks, nevermind previous sentence))

Action: rip off more thick cables from other charges nearby, circuit them with my charge, then go plunk it on the door. Then get away from the door with one end of wires in my hands and take cover behind neaest pod.
You gather a thick bundle of cables and start threading them together. When you're done, you have more than ten meters of wires separating you and all the explodifying action. You tape the charge to the door with some band-aids from Kathryn's medkit and take cover behind a pod, holding the wires in your hands. Now you just need a power source...

Let the hole cool.
You stand around while the fruit of your labors steams and cools off. The sun is going down, and almost half the moon is now in the sky. It's about five times as large as Luna. You suppose the nights here aren't very dark.

Markus smiled. "Don't feel so bad. It's nothing, really. The only danger comes when the beasts pull you under the surface; then, you're in their territory, and that's where the real fight comes in. Anyways, let's get these things back."

Continue back to the camp.
"You're a badass little sod, Markus. Drinks later?"
You plod back to camp, Moshe's dolphin and the croc's guts leaving a nice trail of blood behind you. You have sure shown the bastards who's King of Beasts.
Would be a shame if all that meat turned out to be inedible, wouldn't it?

Wait around for the door to be opened.
You and Sean lounge around like two bored socialites: you've tried to armwrestle to pass the time, but to Sean's indignation, discovered that Will cheats. Like, a lot. Well, who wouldn't if they had shock hands?

PTW, I am going to make a sheet shortly.
((Great. I'll write you right in. It's gonna be violence time soon, so prepare.))

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((Just you wait, sucka. What's wrong with Gamerlord, BTW?))

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Rate the avatar of the person above you!
« on: December 14, 2013, 03:34:12 pm »

3/5 Nice frog, but it makes my eyes hurt.

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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Word association game—2^14.1 and up!
« on: December 14, 2013, 03:31:49 pm »

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General Discussion / Re: Food Thread: Just Add Water
« on: December 14, 2013, 03:10:02 pm »
Accidentally left my caramel coffee on the stove, and half of the milk boiled away. Ended up with some kind of horribly bitter, fatty, spicy, overly sweet Heart Attack - style swill. Drank it anyway, like a boss. Or so I thought.
The aftertaste doesn't go away. It's been freeloading somewhere in the back of my throat for almost three hours already.

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Now, this door is stronger than the outer one, being rated to actually survive the ship's screaming descent, but you still manage to put a few rather sizable dents in it. Not much more, though.
- Well, let's blow it up then.
Go check if i can remove some explosives from kick-off charges.
You approach the closest charge and inspect it. It's little more than a box with two thick wires trailing from it. You surmise that the wires pass through a detonator box, heating up when enough current is applied to them. They do not seem as affected by whatever fried the circuitry in the door panels: they're much thicker.
You shrug and rip the charge off the wall with a grunt. Now what?

Search the room for a.control panel to bring up the ship's log to see what happened.
You circle around the central section, but don't find anything. By rights, the computer controlling the landing process should be inside, on the second floor, if you remember correctly.

Markus gets up, dusting off his parka and getting his stuff in order.

"Bigger than that, actually. Think killer whales. Then again, I did have a family of little buggers to help me take the beasts down. This is good, though; should suffice for now until we can get something larger to transport our findings in. Good work, that was top-notch shooting. Not that I've really used a rifle though, I prefer a blade myself."
Carry the smaller of the fishes, with Moshe carrying the larger one, and head back to the camp.
"And I thought being an IDF soldier was tough and macho. I think my self-esteem just shrunk by several inches."
You shoulder the semi-croc - it's warm-blooded, by the way: you should know that best of all, seeing as a large volume of said blood is now decorating your coat - while Moshe struggles with dragging the dolphin out of the hole. [5(+1)] The large Israeli drags the creature out on the ice with some effort: all in all, it's almost five meters long. He grabs it by the tail and starts dragging it along, grunting with exertion. It seems that he will be able to move it, though it won't be fast.

Begin digging a mine near the encampment
You shoulder your laser and march off happily, humming a tune about how prospecting is for pussies and all a real man needs is a big enough gun. Soon, you come upon a low hill: it's about a hundred and fifty meters from the camp proper.
[3] You raise the laser to your hip like a thousand-megawatt phallus of death, and depress the trigger. It buzzes low, almost in infra-sound, and the hillside erupts in steam, then the steam billows away, and the soil below starts to run and melt like hot plasticine. When you're done establishing your dominance over the landscape, you're standing before a hole several meters wide and about five meters deep. The walls of the hole glow softly, and your laser's cooling tubes hiss and sputter when snow falls on them.

((Right, Dwarmin. Hope to have you back soon. Also guize, how do I changed thread title? And sorry about taking so long: felt like crap the whole day.))

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Roll To Dodge / Re: Roll To ? ? ?
« on: December 14, 2013, 11:44:13 am »
Um, *cough* anyone here. Hellooooooo?
((God gracious! It is alive! I just saw that thread twitch!))

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"I'll try it first and see what I can do.

Attempt to force the door open, check if it has power first to open it normally.
Stick with others.
You lift your goggles and check the door panel while Sean holds his light on it, and swear loudly. Also melted: you're beginning to smell something fishy about the whole affair.
[4]Now, this door is stronger than the outer one, being rated to actually survive the ship's screaming descent, but you still manage to put a few rather sizable dents in it. Not much more, though.

"No! No no no no! Kill it quick!"

REEL IT IN AND STABBITY STABBITY ONCE AGAIN.
((I dunno what you mean by "reel it in" since it's a lot larger than you and stuck in the ice, but...))
[6][2] You leap for your knife and scoop it up, then charge the dolphin-thing, screaming bloody murder. Sliding past it, you open a large gash in its side - it doesn't seem to have done much except enrage it, though. It roars and gets at least another meter of its length above the ice, just as Moshe steadies his aim [5] and puts an armor-piercing round right between its eyes. [5] It starts to topple on the place where you were a second ago, but you're already rolling out of the way.
The huge creature lies dead on the ice, the lower half of its body still stuck in the hole, still twitching irregularly.
"Bloody fuck. You ever get things like that in America?"

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I'm lighting one of my matches to find where the hell exo's lamp is turned on, then turn it on. Then go forth.
You light a match, then figure out that the light is actually mounted on your shoulder where the exoskeleton's bracing mirrors your own collarbone, and flip it on. The electrode on your throat registers the movement of your head, turning the lamp to follow your line of sight.
You see that the inner walls are covered in scaffolding, with pods mounted on it at about two-meter intervals. Aside from the pods, it's empty here. There's a door into the ship proper, but it's probably shut.

Night vision mode investigation time. Stay close to the guys with the guns.
With a touch to the side of your glasses, you turn the night vision on. You see rows and rows of pods, mounted on rectangular scaffolding. There are protrusions on the outer walls: cutting charges, probably, for launching the outer layer away during drop.
The scaffolding supporting the pods is bent and twisted slightly - it wasn't designed with twenty gees of deceleration in mind. However, the pods seem to be holding up, [observation:5] even though the ones in the upper layers seem to be piling on top of each other. The whole affair looks rather unstable, but it probably won't come crashing sown just yet.

Turn on my glasses then look for the nearest pod. See if the person is still inside. Have my guns ready.
As the night vision mode comes on, you see that there is a pod just next to you. You ready your guns, holding your hands forward and out, then approach slowly.
Nothing jumps out at you.
You investigate the pod's door. It seems to be open. Strange. You pull it ajar and look inside. The darkness is too complete for your goggles to penetrate, but you catch the distinctive sickly-sweet scent of spilled stasis fluid.

Night vision mode investigation time. Stay close to the guys with the guns.
Bring up rear.
You and Williams flank Kathryn, the lamps on your rifles casting bright rays of light on scaffold joints, curving pod sides, and each other. You see nothing suspicious, though the atmosphere is certainly oppressive.

"Moshe, get ready to blast this thing if needed!"
Reel it in and stabbity stabbity.
[1] You pull yourself closer to the great beast, swinging your knife at it like a madman, but it only leaves a few shallow cuts - you can see yellowish fat where its skin splits beneath the blade - before the creature rips a flipper through the ice, sending you flying towards your companion with a slap. [toughness:3] Your head impacts the ice solidly, and your vision darkens, but you manage to stop yourself from passing out. Your knife skids away, knocked out of your hand.
[2] Moshe swears and takes aim at the dolphin-whale, but your body impacts his legs, pushing him off-balance, and the shots go wide.
[dolphin:5] Your enemy twitches with its whole body, sending great cracks through the ice in your direction. It's almost free.

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Ask what needs doing. Anything i can help with?
You ask the quartermaster if there's any work for you.
"A guy was there some time ago, asked for prospecting equipment. Al-Radi mentioned sending prospectors out, so you can find the guy - Jacques Beau-something, too lazy to check my records- and then you can present your collective butts to Al-Radi for briefing."

Markus coughs and hacks as he wipes the guts off of his coat and his face.
Augh, I've seen some pretty bad stuff, but this is foul, Markus spat.

Clean up and get some container to put the edibles in. Continue fishing.
You wipe yourself as best you can, but your parka still smells like a slaughterhouse. You curse to yourself as you remember that you forgot to bring a box or bag of some sort for your kills. Bah, you think, it's cold. Should keep alright.
Having been taught by bitter experience, you dig two holes in the ice to brace yourself against. Moshe stands ready to catch you, should you fall, and you put your pistol back in the holster.
[3][6]The gruesome fate of their comrade seems to have taught the local underwater animals some proper respect for your authority, you muse when nothing rises to the bait in a few minutes. As if in response to your thoughts, a black shadow passes under the ice beneath you, then with a crunching noise, a great dolphin-like form bursts through the hole you made, showering you with ice-cold water.
It's probably warm-blooded and has hard plates of natural armor on its nose, right below its small black eyes. You have no way of estimating how large it is, but the half that is above the ice is a meter taller than you. The creature is stuck in the hole, but the ice is starting to crack around it, small fissures running around your feet. You stand there, holding your rope like a kid holding a balloon, and contemplate your luck.

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Markus wondered why he had not decided to secure his footing in snow or something. Ah well. He had more important things to deal with anyways, like a Borean semi-crocodile looking right at him.

Kill it. Kill it with knives.
[6] The croc rushes you, leaping forward on powerful feet, at the same time you unsheathe your knife and roll over onto your back, pushing off with your legs to propel yourself forward. The creature ends up going too far and too high, sailing right over your head. You bring the knife up and slice it open from throat to tail, showering yourself in foul-smelling viscera. The croc falls and tumbles forward, right where Moshe stomps on its head, shattering the skull.
You can certainly say that whatever tie that held the poor animal in this cruel world is severed, and Man has triumphed over Beast. However, you got guts and blood all over your coat. Shame.

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