Hive warfare.

+you may proceed, head towards elevator 2-9 to ascend to your workstation+ says the servitor in a blank, depressed voice, gesturing to a group of elevators to the right.

Goes over there and goes to my new work station

Ooc: servitors don't chatter... They're lobotomised people, most of them can't even talk. Sorry inner lore nerd

Chattering as in spouting binary at computer screens.

OOC: depends on the type, some can talk in very unintelligible low gothic or basic binaric cant

Ooc: most just moan and burble unintelligibly, using what remains of their half destroyed brain. There was some fluff I read where someone made a servitor wrong and left the majority of its brain in tact, it just screamed and screamed until they put it down

OOC: Well there is one in the priets of mars series called ismael de roven who was a normal dude but got turned into a servitor, said servitor is regained its sentience

*Outside the gun store places thing*
"I wonder how overpriced ammunition will be"

"Hmm I'd say around a cred a round, might do a bulk deal"

"Lets hope so"

im goonnnaaa go sleep

Inside the store is a grossly overweight man, who has multiple rubbery chins and a huge mouth; a set of oversized teeth inside.
His girth is so large he has a trollywheel where his groin is, so he can stay upright when walking.
His stomach hangs out of his shirt, needing to be stitched out of multiple fabrics just to fit him.
"What can I do for ye, I have guns and ammunition in plenty" he says with a slurred voice.

"What ye can do is fuck off ye fat prick, I'm goin ya sleep"

*I walk up the counter, subtley resisting the urge to vomit*

"I'd like to inspect your wares and purchase some ammunition for my pistol"
*I place my EMPTY pistol on the counter. There are no bullets in the chamber and the clip is still in my pocket*

"A stub pistol eh? Not much of a weapon for a man of your... stature, you need a elegant weapon no?" He says with a sleazy grin.

*I smirk*
"Show me what ya got"

He grabs a box from under the counter, olive green with metal chip marks and scuffing on its frame.
He opens it, pulling out a large pistol.
A laspistol.
"This is your kind of weapon no? Elegant, powerful... not like a poor man's substitute" he says, gesturing his podgy hand at your stub pistol.

"Nigh infinite ammunition, good stooping power, pinpoint precision...how much for the pistol and how much per power pack?"

"I'd expect 50 creds for it, and 10 creds per power pack, but then, you wouldn't need many unless you were in a prolonged firefight"

"May I inspect the pistol? I am sure you stock only the highest quality weapons, but one has to be sure"

"Of course sir" he says, handing you the pistol.
It seems a bit dusty and in need of a clean, but it's fully functional.

"You have yourself a deal, my good sir. I shall also purchase 3 power packs and a spare clip for my pistol"

"As you wish, the clip for your stub pistol is 5 creds"

*I pick up my stub pistol and place 85 credits on the counter*

He hands you the pistol and it's 3 power packs, and the stub pistol clip.
"Holdon, it's customary to your first purchase" he says, handing you a belt with a holster on it.
"Cant have you running around with that thing loose" he chuckles as he lights a cheap cigarette.

*I take the belt and tie it beneath my coat, hiding the holster*
"Thank you again!"

"If you need anything else, come to me, I do lots of cheap deals" he says cheerfully.

"I shall keep that in mind"

Very good.
Gonna go to sleep now.
Will continue tomorrow sometime.

Okay, cya

Good byeee

heloooo?

Hello

hows ya christmas goin?

With glorious lasergatling dakka! And microfusion shotguns! (no, im not talking about fallout)
I spent the day slaughtering the remnants of humanity to powerlevel my character... I did like 3 days worth of normal leveling today...

Well so far, yours?

tis good bruvva

Hello Raeven

sup wookie my man, my bruvva, my wingman, my slightly possible gonna fuck your character?

Ooc. Deadman Wonderland: the manga where its perfectly logical to make a survival game prison because turistical reasons... It is also perfectly logical to assume that an unarmed, untrained high schooler could slaughter his enture class before anyone else even noticed it, and sentence him to said prison... And then the superpowers...
Really, i feel like im starting to get past the constant facepalming, and just assume that in japan, different laws of nature and logic apply than in the rest of the world

I'm good, how are you?

So, how are people liking this so far?

I'm enjoying it!

Huzzah, I'm doing something right!

Cowmun wrote:

Huzzah, I'm doing something right!

That, or you both like the same wrong thing

Ooc.
Doctor: the avarage adult male has 2 liters of blood. [...]

....doc, i question the originality of your med school degree... That, or japanese really are small...

Ooc: how is everyone?

Playin monopoly

I'm in jail

Uhehehehehe