Goonhub
12-10-2018, 09:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-10-2018, 09:57 AM by warcrimes. Edited 1 time in total.)
Yeah roughly still going on, kinda.
Gonna keep trying to update this whenever I can, but it's like, wow am i bad at commitment.
Sam Eagle [4]
You whistle in acknowledgement of an excellent, but rather unfortunate, sharp shot.
You machine-talk: Hey Fuck, could you drag this stiff to the chef? I want burgs
Your implant buzzes back: I'll get to it in a second, I've got my own meatbag to tend to right now. Life or death, i'm afraid
Hmm- you might have another candidate if you were inclined to order it delivered...
-oh, he's being shoved in a cryotube. right across from your office. awkward.
Punch Monster [6]
You're awakened.
You're dragged.
You're in a tube.
You feel better.
Holes are closing up.
That's good right?
No birds tho.
A robot beep-boops at you.
A Librarian shushes you.
Jack Jackson [n/a]
You slip out of the office and into maintenance to go... idk, relax or something.
Something.
Adrian Clarke [2]
You hold your breath and wade through the neck-high water that is medbay's lobby.
You have a feeling in a previous career you might have tried to find the one responsible for the sinking, but boss says you're free to roam.
You roam to botany.
Inside, Selladore & some monkey chitter back and forth unintelligibly. You decide to wait around and get a feel for the situation before you make an imprudent mistake.
Selladore Kaine & Wiggles Wigglesby [5]+[5]
Your congress of the apes continues, a symphony of screeches and muttered slurred semi-english tones.
"So what's up, Chimpers, my man?" howls the green man.
"I'm Wiggles, Chimpers is my cousin," responds the monkey, in a southern accent.
The herbs smoulder and your minds expand further.
You are joined by a red man. His words mean nothing. He stares.
Wiggles rifles through his pockets and finds some bits of brains. Snack's a snack, man.
This is like, real life, man...
CAMILLA GRAVES has signed up as CHEF
Your sub pod coasts to the Oshan Laboratory and gently explodes, as designed, to liberate you in the arrival lobby.
You dash over to the locker room and load up on linens.
On the way there, you notice the botanist is up to a lot of weeds-growins & smokes-havins. Looks like a peaceful shift, as far as you can tell.
Gonna keep trying to update this whenever I can, but it's like, wow am i bad at commitment.
Sam Eagle [4]
You whistle in acknowledgement of an excellent, but rather unfortunate, sharp shot.
You machine-talk: Hey Fuck, could you drag this stiff to the chef? I want burgs
Your implant buzzes back: I'll get to it in a second, I've got my own meatbag to tend to right now. Life or death, i'm afraid
Hmm- you might have another candidate if you were inclined to order it delivered...
-oh, he's being shoved in a cryotube. right across from your office. awkward.
Punch Monster [6]
You're awakened.
You're dragged.
You're in a tube.
You feel better.
Holes are closing up.
That's good right?
No birds tho.
A robot beep-boops at you.
A Librarian shushes you.
Jack Jackson [n/a]
You slip out of the office and into maintenance to go... idk, relax or something.
Something.
Adrian Clarke [2]
You hold your breath and wade through the neck-high water that is medbay's lobby.
You have a feeling in a previous career you might have tried to find the one responsible for the sinking, but boss says you're free to roam.
You roam to botany.
Inside, Selladore & some monkey chitter back and forth unintelligibly. You decide to wait around and get a feel for the situation before you make an imprudent mistake.
Selladore Kaine & Wiggles Wigglesby [5]+[5]
Your congress of the apes continues, a symphony of screeches and muttered slurred semi-english tones.
"So what's up, Chimpers, my man?" howls the green man.
"I'm Wiggles, Chimpers is my cousin," responds the monkey, in a southern accent.
The herbs smoulder and your minds expand further.
You are joined by a red man. His words mean nothing. He stares.
Wiggles rifles through his pockets and finds some bits of brains. Snack's a snack, man.
This is like, real life, man...
CAMILLA GRAVES has signed up as CHEF
Your sub pod coasts to the Oshan Laboratory and gently explodes, as designed, to liberate you in the arrival lobby.
You dash over to the locker room and load up on linens.
On the way there, you notice the botanist is up to a lot of weeds-growins & smokes-havins. Looks like a peaceful shift, as far as you can tell.