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sorry for always not updating this. making a turn post rn
Rocco Berry [6]
You worry about the lukewarm response and decide to go consult with Tanhony themselves.
You chitchat with the chimp, when your PDA goes off. It's the HoP, the current one anyway-
"Hey what's this about my replacement? I'm due for holiday you know. Let's talk numbers"
That's pretty good.
Punch Monster [3]
You dont remember space being so... wet. But you're not one to shy away from dark moist crevices. Into the trench you go, searching for treasure and treachery. So far, not much of either.
Mentor PM from "Generic Mentor"; Read the changelog for once nerd.
Selladore Kaine [2]
You *flex but nobody is around to see it. damn.
You get back to your seed vendor and pop open the panel. Looks simple enough.
[6][3][5] - Bingo! Weed Seed in hand. Time to farm that bread.
Ada O'Hara [1]
Your tools pop out of the manufacturer one by one. You feel the weight of eternity upon your shoulders. The sins of your past will never leave you. No 6 can save you from yourself.
*ding*
Oh hey, the're all done. You now have tools.
Jack Jackson [3]
You observe the display of dominance over a silly toy.
You shout a few encouraging words to the boxer, but before long he's on his back. Huh, what an outcome.
You keep waiting, but nobody else shows up...
Adrian Clarke [1]
You offer the HoS your explanation: "uh, the clown?"
He frowns.
"The clown huh? this clown?" he points to a photo of the clown, dead, laid out in medbay. "Murdered, just a few minutes ago."
"Uhh, no a different one-"
He frowns again.
"Let's see this clown of yours bucko. Cmon." He shoves you out of security. The HoS is now following you. Can't go meet Jack like this.
Sam Eagle [4]
You slowly come to, in a pool of vomit. What the flying fuck. You start staggering around, but you can't quite understand people in this state, much less get their consent. Eventually, you stumble and drop your implanter. A passing engineer picks it up, implants herself, and runs away leaving the empty implanter behind. I guess thats one way to do it.
Wiggles Wigglesby [2]
The doc doesn't even bother to read what you held up to him. What a dick.
Luckilly, you come prepared- you start mercilessly beating the window in, and a crack begins to form.
After a few good slams, the glass is gone, but that exposed grille looks a little hard to avoid touching- not that that matters, because the Janitor just walked right in through the door.
...
you follow.
Kickflip Brozinski [4]
You see a monkey smash its way through a window. Seems par for the course.
You step outside to clean up the glass on the floor, and the monkey follows you back in.
It doesnt seem to be bothering anyone yet, so you focus on your nemesis; small amounts of blood on the floor. This clown is still bleeding.
Horatio Jiggles [5]
You poke the crusher. It feels cold.
Rocco Berry [6]
You worry about the lukewarm response and decide to go consult with Tanhony themselves.
You chitchat with the chimp, when your PDA goes off. It's the HoP, the current one anyway-
"Hey what's this about my replacement? I'm due for holiday you know. Let's talk numbers"
That's pretty good.
Punch Monster [3]
You dont remember space being so... wet. But you're not one to shy away from dark moist crevices. Into the trench you go, searching for treasure and treachery. So far, not much of either.
Mentor PM from "Generic Mentor"; Read the changelog for once nerd.
Selladore Kaine [2]
You *flex but nobody is around to see it. damn.
You get back to your seed vendor and pop open the panel. Looks simple enough.
[6][3][5] - Bingo! Weed Seed in hand. Time to farm that bread.
Ada O'Hara [1]
Your tools pop out of the manufacturer one by one. You feel the weight of eternity upon your shoulders. The sins of your past will never leave you. No 6 can save you from yourself.
*ding*
Oh hey, the're all done. You now have tools.
Jack Jackson [3]
You observe the display of dominance over a silly toy.
You shout a few encouraging words to the boxer, but before long he's on his back. Huh, what an outcome.
You keep waiting, but nobody else shows up...
Adrian Clarke [1]
You offer the HoS your explanation: "uh, the clown?"
He frowns.
"The clown huh? this clown?" he points to a photo of the clown, dead, laid out in medbay. "Murdered, just a few minutes ago."
"Uhh, no a different one-"
He frowns again.
"Let's see this clown of yours bucko. Cmon." He shoves you out of security. The HoS is now following you. Can't go meet Jack like this.
Sam Eagle [4]
You slowly come to, in a pool of vomit. What the flying fuck. You start staggering around, but you can't quite understand people in this state, much less get their consent. Eventually, you stumble and drop your implanter. A passing engineer picks it up, implants herself, and runs away leaving the empty implanter behind. I guess thats one way to do it.
Wiggles Wigglesby [2]
The doc doesn't even bother to read what you held up to him. What a dick.
Luckilly, you come prepared- you start mercilessly beating the window in, and a crack begins to form.
After a few good slams, the glass is gone, but that exposed grille looks a little hard to avoid touching- not that that matters, because the Janitor just walked right in through the door.
...
you follow.
Kickflip Brozinski [4]
You see a monkey smash its way through a window. Seems par for the course.
You step outside to clean up the glass on the floor, and the monkey follows you back in.
It doesnt seem to be bothering anyone yet, so you focus on your nemesis; small amounts of blood on the floor. This clown is still bleeding.
Horatio Jiggles [5]
You poke the crusher. It feels cold.