"You're crazy, old man. There's nothing creepy about a space habitat abandoned by an extinct Elder Race with a weird fixation on tentacles. This place seems perfectly normal to me."
"You're crazy, old man. There's nothing creepy about a space habitat abandoned by an extinct Elder Race with a weird fixation on tentacles. This place seems perfectly normal to me."
On behalf of Shen-players system-wide, I'm offended by the insinuation that there is anything at all creepy about having tentacles.
(Aurazi): Ata says, "Oh! Tentacles!" (Aurazi): You say, "Hmmm?"
Ata Aurazi has been brutally slain by a tentacle-limbed shapeshifter.
(Aurazi): You say, "Hmmm."
(Celestine): Pluti says, "Pluti find unused prophylactic Krona corpse. Who want this?" (Celestine): You say, "Uh." (Celestine): You say, "Thank you, Pluti." (Celestine): Zarouc says, "I believe the etiquette is to leave it there."
Pluti has been brutally slain by a Krona poacher.
(Celestine): You say, "I am not particularly sure that Krona was dead."
(Celestine): Ren says, "As well as improving well being of the down on their luck and the impoverished, let us not forget that!" (Celestine): You say, "Ah yes. Of course." (Celestine): You say, "The plight of the poor remains a vital priority for the Guardian Council."
Zah says this with a straight face.
(Celestine): Viola says, "Second only to the unceasing advancement of the Angel's Revolution throughout the sector."
Viola is, likewise, straight-faced.
You take a drink from an elegant wine glass filled with fermented vuu honey. The sweet taste of honey rolls over your tongue, leaving a sparkling effervescence.
Viola takes a long drag of a half-smoked joint of leesa skins, inhaling fragrant lavender smoke into her lungs. The last few millimeters of a half-smoked joint of leesa skins sizzle into embers and ash, and Viola discards the smoldering stub.
Gotta use the ID or it will assume you're looking at your own chest piece. You probed your own chest piece I'm pretty sure, instead of the toolchest
Ohhhhh, thanks for the tip! This is what happens when I'm not paying attention, haha. All the other crates and stuff were just random props so I doubt it actually had anything in it.
(Celestine): Vaxis says, "As the highest ranking citizen, I am declaring this month, "Let's think of excuses to stop Zhulkarn from being a Truggio*" month!"
After news post public 157, Tiase decides to poke fun at the head scientist. He was as usual was having drinks in bar when this happened over his drinking session. --------------------------------------- @Ata tells you, "Oh! Hello! Project Conqueror does not exist. Project Kithflower does!"
You tell Ata, "Ohh...did'tno...I did not know nanites. just one could write so well."
Ata tells you, "With the adequate personality module, even a single nanite is capable of engaging in politics! In fact, I've met many a politician who'd be better off a nanite!"
You laughingly tell Ata, "Magic tech."
You tell Ata, "Lik'wha'...like what the empyreal ...the elder races left behind?"
Ata tells you, "Yes! Yes, I suppose Kith-tech can, on occasion, be indistinguishable from magic. But you know, the - ehrm- impossible and the possible are, yes. Quite. Elders. Kith. Omega. SUCH poise! Such science!"
You drolly tell Ata, "That is a lot of information to pack onto a single nanite Mister! Can you make one like a pet bug?"
You tell Ata, "It'b like...MAGIC.
Ata tells you, "Now, if that were to be the case, then it may as well be called a robot, not a nanite, don't you suppose?"
You tell Ata, ""With the adequate personality module, even a single nanite is capable of engaging in."
You tell Ata, "Lik'dat. One nanit' lik'a bug. Wit'a person-nal-lit-tee modul. 'engaging in politics' That's y'rword...that is your words not mine."
Ata tells you, "I am beginning to SUSPECT, Mr. Tiase, that you are a nanite."
Ata tells you, "Perhaps the same wayward nanite who LEAKED - ehrm - fabricated our plans... Were you once known as Xinu by your master?"
You tell Ata, "Bu'HWAT? Who'b Zinu? Ah'aint no nanite. Ah'b Tiase, Cute and sexy. Ah'm juz settl'd in scatt'rhome. Ah'fly, Ah'hunt ahnd ah'no'how't'hav'a'gud time!. dat'llb'all."
Ata tells you, "Cute? Sexy? Hmm... Why... Those are TWO out of the THREE defining characteristics of a nanite, Mr. Tiase. But I think your speech synthesis algorithm is getting screwier. Unless it has been tuned to Scatterspeech by a hyperventilating Tukkav, of course. That might explain it." Ata tells you, "And yet, the Y'saari records seem to indicate that you are, indeed, a proper wetwired spacer. Yet you do not appear to be lawless. Would you be interested in filling out a consent form for the advancement of kith research?"
You chortles like a rusty engine as he tell Ata, "Ah'm from wha'chu wou'd call "Podun' town, in deser'ted space. T'aint hardly gots no visitors" We'll speec' lik'dat bac'home. No'thankye mister. Nosiree."
Ata tells you, "Well, if you change your mind, please let me know. There are other ways to
contribute! Steal someone's junk and get them to place a bounty on you, for instance, and I shall be
able to come forthwith to study! No consent form required!"
This happened while TIase was having drinks in a bar with @Mereas. I apologize laying it on thick! -------------------- Ata tells you, "Oh! Hello! Project Conqueror does not exist. Project Kithflower does!"
You tell Ata, "Ohh...did'tno...I did not know nanites. just one could write so well."
Ata tells you, "With the adequate personality module, even a single nanite is capable of engaging in politics! In fact, I've met many a politician who'd be better off a nanite!"
You laughingly tell Ata, "Magic tech. Lik'wha'...like what the empyreal ...the elder races left behind?"
Ata tells you, "Yes! Yes, I suppose Kith-tech can, on occasion, be indistinguishable from magic. But you know, the - ehrm- impossible and the possible are, yes. Quite. Elders. Kith. Omega. SUCH poise! Such science!"
You drolly tell Ata, "That is a lot of information to pack onto a single nanite Mister!"
You tell Ata, "Can you make one like a pet bug?"
You tell Ata, "It'b like...MAGIC.
Ata tells you, "Now, if that were to be the case, then it may as well be called a robot, not a nanite, don't you suppose?"
You tell Ata, ""With the adequate personality module, even a single nanite is capable of engaging in."
You tell Ata, "Lik'dat. One nanit' lik'a bug. Wit'a person-nal-lit-tee modul'."
You tell Ata, "'engaging in politics' That's y'rword...that is your words not mine."
Ata tells you, "I am beginning to SUSPECT, Mr. Tiase, that you are a nanite."
Ata tells you, "Perhaps the same wayward nanite who LEAKED - ehrm - fabricated our plans... Were you once known as Xinu by your master?"
You tell Ata, "Bu'HWAT? Who'b Zinu? Ah'aint no nanite. Ah'b Tiase, Cute and sexy. Ah'm juz settl'd in scatt'rhome."
You tell Ata, "Ah'fly, Ah'hunt ahnd ah'no'how't'hav'a'gud time!. dat'llb'all."
Ata tells you, "Cute? Sexy? Hmm... Why... Those are TWO out of the THREE defining characteristics of a nanite, Mr. Tiase. But I think your speech synthesis algorithm is getting screwier. Unless it has been tuned to Scatterspeech by a hyperventilating Tukkav, of course. That might explain it."
Ata tells you, "And yet, the Y'saari records seem to indicate that you are, indeed, a proper wetwired spacer. Yet you do not appear to be lawless. Would you be interested in filling out a consent form for the advancement of kith research?"
You chortles like a rusty engine as he tell Ata, "Ah'm from wha'chu wou'd call "Podun' town, in deser'ted space. T'aint hardly gots no visitors" We'll speec' lik'dat bac'home. No'thankye mister. Nosiree."
Ata tells you, "Well, if you change your mind, please let me know. There are other ways to contribute! Steal someone's junk and get them to place a bounty on you, for instance, and I shall be able to come forthwith to study! No consent form required!"
Ata tells you, "Oh, we. Yes. Most of us are nanites, obviously. But then there is me. I am DOCTOR Aurazi. DOCTOR. Ata. Aurazi. I DIDN'T publish the greatest thesis ever written on kith-gravitic void perturbations simply to be called MISTER. Take note. You may wish to enter that into your - ehrm - Podunc heuristics."
You happily tell Ata, "Okay Mister! erm, Doctor, Mister Doctor Magic!
-- Rahn Dee, the Savage (#28986) ---------------------------------------------
Race: Krona Gender: Male
Affiliation: Unknown Status: Healthy
Description: Larger than average for a full grown Krona male, this dark-skinned man has bulging biceps and a very intense expression on his face, visible despite the opaque, wraparound shades he wears. An uncivilized tangle of hair falls around his savage features. The tusks jutting from his jaw are banded in a copper-hued metal. He wears a ripped, distressed tshirt on his torso emblazoned with the logo of the Omni Station Fighting Rings. On his lower arms, he wears a pair of extraordinarily baggy pants that are covered in buckles and straps. His lower hands wear simple, grippy rubber gloveshoes.
Vianou tells you, "What's unique with us? So weird, we talk with haikus. So happy, I am." You tell Vianou, "This isn't one, though. Or is it? Shit, I don't know. Ah, fuck. Yea, it is."
Slander says to Poet, "KixddA dhy weeeh ch *hic* aOse tHj *hic* jshhH plxccee. Vaxk *hic* s toooj me on ouw ooirssk da *hic* ate hHEre witth Txooi iiinmtnnnNtIOnn of *hic* wWreciinGg it."
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Haven't seen one of those in a while ...
Nykara yells from nearby, "Spacers."
*tentacleflip*
(Aurazi): You say, "Hmmm?"
Ata Aurazi has been brutally slain by a tentacle-limbed shapeshifter.
(Aurazi): You say, "Hmmm."
(Celestine): Pluti says, "Pluti find unused prophylactic Krona corpse. Who want this?"
(Celestine): You say, "Uh."
(Celestine): You say, "Thank you, Pluti."
(Celestine): Zarouc says, "I believe the etiquette is to leave it there."
Pluti has been brutally slain by a Krona poacher.
(Celestine): You say, "I am not particularly sure that Krona was dead."
(Celestine): You say, "Ah yes. Of course."
(Celestine): You say, "The plight of the poor remains a vital priority for the Guardian Council."
Zah says this with a straight face.
(Celestine): Viola says, "Second only to the unceasing advancement of the Angel's Revolution throughout the sector."
Viola is, likewise, straight-faced.
You take a drink from an elegant wine glass filled with fermented vuu honey.
The sweet taste of honey rolls over your tongue, leaving a sparkling effervescence.
Viola takes a long drag of a half-smoked joint of leesa skins, inhaling fragrant lavender smoke into her lungs.
The last few millimeters of a half-smoked joint of leesa skins sizzle into embers and ash, and Viola discards the smoldering stub.
You say, "It is good to be on top."
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RIP
(Celestine): Vaxis says, "As the highest ranking citizen, I am declaring this month, "Let's think of excuses to stop Zhulkarn from being a Truggio*" month!"
(Celestine): Kitrana says, "Who is zhulkarn."
(Celestine): You say, "In your dreams, Vaxis."
(Celestine): Zarouc says, "Local drunk."
Way to leave a good first impression!
*Truggio: Lowest CA city rank.
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@Ata tells you, "Oh! Hello! Project Conqueror does not exist. Project Kithflower does!"
Ata tells you, "And yet, the Y'saari records seem to indicate that you are, indeed, a proper wetwired spacer. Yet you do not appear to be lawless. Would you be interested in filling out a consent form for the advancement of kith research?"
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Thanks for playin' along @Ata It still cracks me up even now. I think I laid it on too thick!
Yeah, uh, no.
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Ata tells you, "Oh! Hello! Project Conqueror does not exist. Project Kithflower does!"
I've only just noticed that reference and I find it hilarious.
Vianou tells you, "What's unique with us? So weird, we talk with haikus. So happy, I am."
You tell Vianou, "This isn't one, though. Or is it? Shit, I don't know. Ah, fuck. Yea, it is."
A cookie to whoever can decipher this
I'm not really sure the cookie was worth this effort, but I still want it.
(Cesspool) Quark says, "Quack."