Goonhub
10-17-2018, 03:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-17-2018, 03:44 PM by warcrimes. Edited 1 time in total.)
TURN 6IX
Kickflip Brozinski [3]
You finally leave your foul-smelling corridor and enter the light of a sterile hallway. Magnificent.
You tap on the window to the Hydroponics block to grab Selladore's attention, and then you activate your radio anyway. [145.9] "Selly, my man! Think you can score me some DANK KUSH?"
Without waiting for his answer you turn to the bar and stop dead in your tracks.
Glass. Blood. Lots of it.
great.
Jack Jackson [1] vs Adrian Clarke [2] vs ?????? [3]
Before Jack can turn away to go pick up some do-nothing-look-cool glasses, the secoff you're speaking to makes you an offer you can't refuse. You're less than pleased to part with the cash, but at this point you're implicated in a transaction that could get you both yelled at....
Which is why you should have been doing this somewhere other than the front desk.
The Head of Security is displeased. You each receive a ticket for bribery, and then he fucks off and leaves you in peace. Ineffectual slap on the wrist justice at its finest! Traded 250c <--> Sechud
Sam Eagle [4]
You set the queue on the fabricator and leave your back-office to make a housecall to the bar.
You thoughtfully grab a medkit on your way out, just in case.
When you arrive on the scene, you find Granadillo Graves happily smoking a menthol and dripping blood across his bar floor, while Kickflip Brozinski follows behind with a mop.
Wiggles Wigglesby [1, i swear im not doing this on purpose]
Smelly sticky hat gracefully perched atop your noggin, you leave the maintenance nook, go back through the bloody bar (was all this blood here before?) and continue your search to the south. You really think there were more paper bins around here, usually.
Then you see it: the clown [6], arms full of paper, running away.
He dips into maintenance when he sees you, and honks mercilessly. He has not yet tripped.
Superlagg [6]
You flip to some AM talk radio channel. The Rush Limb-esque fellow behind the microphone fills you with a flurry of classist energy. You slam the accelerator and proceed to plow through a small marketplace. At your current pace, you will reach the library in only 2 minutes.
Kickflip Brozinski [3]
You finally leave your foul-smelling corridor and enter the light of a sterile hallway. Magnificent.
You tap on the window to the Hydroponics block to grab Selladore's attention, and then you activate your radio anyway. [145.9] "Selly, my man! Think you can score me some DANK KUSH?"
Without waiting for his answer you turn to the bar and stop dead in your tracks.
Glass. Blood. Lots of it.
great.
Jack Jackson [1] vs Adrian Clarke [2] vs ?????? [3]
Before Jack can turn away to go pick up some do-nothing-look-cool glasses, the secoff you're speaking to makes you an offer you can't refuse. You're less than pleased to part with the cash, but at this point you're implicated in a transaction that could get you both yelled at....
Which is why you should have been doing this somewhere other than the front desk.
The Head of Security is displeased. You each receive a ticket for bribery, and then he fucks off and leaves you in peace. Ineffectual slap on the wrist justice at its finest! Traded 250c <--> Sechud
Sam Eagle [4]
You set the queue on the fabricator and leave your back-office to make a housecall to the bar.
You thoughtfully grab a medkit on your way out, just in case.
When you arrive on the scene, you find Granadillo Graves happily smoking a menthol and dripping blood across his bar floor, while Kickflip Brozinski follows behind with a mop.
Wiggles Wigglesby [1, i swear im not doing this on purpose]
Smelly sticky hat gracefully perched atop your noggin, you leave the maintenance nook, go back through the bloody bar (was all this blood here before?) and continue your search to the south. You really think there were more paper bins around here, usually.
Then you see it: the clown [6], arms full of paper, running away.
He dips into maintenance when he sees you, and honks mercilessly. He has not yet tripped.
Superlagg [6]
You flip to some AM talk radio channel. The Rush Limb-esque fellow behind the microphone fills you with a flurry of classist energy. You slam the accelerator and proceed to plow through a small marketplace. At your current pace, you will reach the library in only 2 minutes.