07-18-2013, 05:30 AM
I obtained what appeared to be a security backpack which had very likely been used during the detainment of a traitor, and what did I find but some guns, a stun baton, and a lovely little chameleon projector. I immediately knew that this was my chance to live my lifelong dream: Being a disembodied arm searching for his human. It was a long and difficult journey; I traveled to medbay to find some poor sap's disembodied arm. I scanned the arm, took its wonderful form, crawled out of medbay, and was soon engulfed in foam metal. But, I escaped! And lo, did I continue my trek to the bar for a drink, like arms do. That was when I was introduced to my next phase in life: I quickly scanned and transformed into a horse head and continued crawling to the bar. However, little did I know that someone had released CO2 all over the bar, which soon filled up with greedy corpses. I eventually died a slow, cold death, the way I always knew I would: As a disembodied horse head on a barstool.