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10-30-2018, 03:27 PM
Adrian Clarke [1] vs SecOff [4]
You pull out your tasers and pew pew! missing literally every shot and draining both power cells. FUCK.
At least you've got THE BUTTONS-
You fart voraciously!
A short while later you burp, and burp, and burp, and burp. Is this a bug?
Anyways, you take care of some... official business [4]
Jack Jackson [4]
You wait to see if Adrian manages to down his target, you fart a little bit, and then pull out the HoS' E-Gun to assist, when -
An event occurs- option: [4] suddenly you're not holding an E-Gun. In fact, you're not holding anything at all- you can't even feel your hand. You reach over to where your right arm should be. Attatched to your torso is a russet potato, barely even visible under your jumpsuit.
You look with horror at your partner.
He says "you know the rules"
You take a second to finish-off the HoS with a slash across the neck, with your one good hand.
Sam Eagle [2]
You continue bumping into walls, asking people to guide you along to robotics. eventually you find a familiar landmark- you're at the entrance to the chapel. The smell from within in horrific. You slip on some gibs, and as you land, you let out a girly little toot.
Ada O'Hara [3]
You ponder your knowledge of evil chems and the time you have on hand.
Eventually you decide upon a more modest mixture of smoke powder, unstable mutagen, sulfuric acid, radium, and a touch of neurotoxin. Might not be sarin, but it'll hurt. You fill a pair of standard beakers with your mix and attach igniters and timers from the back room. And then you fart, incredibly loudly.
Punch Monster [1]
You salute the dead and mourn quietly inside.
You SHART. Time to make bombs?
You start looking around for the requisite materials but you're a little short. You find a can of welding fuel in the pod bay, but somehow steel is missing.
You decide to start tearing a wall apart for materials, but it's gonna take another minute.
Wiggles Wigglesby [4]
You grab the radio headset on the clown and suddenly, the world of telecommunication delivers itself to you. Then you-
You fart in your own mouth- what the fuck?
the logs say firebarrage did that... hmph You make Adrian Clarke burp like a fat pig. ha.
You dance at the Janitor as he leaves, and grabbing a standard medkit, you follow him out of the operating theatre and back to the lobby.
Kickflip Brozinski [2]
The chimp looks satisfied despite your ire, but this mess is too much to tackle alone.
You let yourself and your... uh, colleague?- out of medbay and head for your office to get the buffer. You hear many, many farts echo down the hall, and your stomach grumbles.
This is the one. The one momma warned you about.
You fart so hard your ass nearly falls off.
You take a moment to collect yourself, and your pants, and make it to your closet.
You pull out your tasers and pew pew! missing literally every shot and draining both power cells. FUCK.
At least you've got THE BUTTONS-
You fart voraciously!
A short while later you burp, and burp, and burp, and burp. Is this a bug?
Anyways, you take care of some... official business [4]
Jack Jackson [4]
You wait to see if Adrian manages to down his target, you fart a little bit, and then pull out the HoS' E-Gun to assist, when -
An event occurs- option: [4] suddenly you're not holding an E-Gun. In fact, you're not holding anything at all- you can't even feel your hand. You reach over to where your right arm should be. Attatched to your torso is a russet potato, barely even visible under your jumpsuit.
You look with horror at your partner.
He says "you know the rules"
You take a second to finish-off the HoS with a slash across the neck, with your one good hand.
Sam Eagle [2]
You continue bumping into walls, asking people to guide you along to robotics. eventually you find a familiar landmark- you're at the entrance to the chapel. The smell from within in horrific. You slip on some gibs, and as you land, you let out a girly little toot.
Ada O'Hara [3]
You ponder your knowledge of evil chems and the time you have on hand.
Eventually you decide upon a more modest mixture of smoke powder, unstable mutagen, sulfuric acid, radium, and a touch of neurotoxin. Might not be sarin, but it'll hurt. You fill a pair of standard beakers with your mix and attach igniters and timers from the back room. And then you fart, incredibly loudly.
Punch Monster [1]
You salute the dead and mourn quietly inside.
You SHART. Time to make bombs?
You start looking around for the requisite materials but you're a little short. You find a can of welding fuel in the pod bay, but somehow steel is missing.
You decide to start tearing a wall apart for materials, but it's gonna take another minute.
Wiggles Wigglesby [4]
You grab the radio headset on the clown and suddenly, the world of telecommunication delivers itself to you. Then you-
You fart in your own mouth- what the fuck?
the logs say firebarrage did that... hmph You make Adrian Clarke burp like a fat pig. ha.
You dance at the Janitor as he leaves, and grabbing a standard medkit, you follow him out of the operating theatre and back to the lobby.
Kickflip Brozinski [2]
The chimp looks satisfied despite your ire, but this mess is too much to tackle alone.
You let yourself and your... uh, colleague?- out of medbay and head for your office to get the buffer. You hear many, many farts echo down the hall, and your stomach grumbles.
This is the one. The one momma warned you about.
You fart so hard your ass nearly falls off.
You take a moment to collect yourself, and your pants, and make it to your closet.