It begins

"1) I am one hundred percent organic. 2) I don't have a name."

"Actually, your not 100% organic"

"yes. yes I am"

"I was certain you were 50% steel"

You don't have a name....or is it because you actually have a name but don't want to tell me because you may feel remorse when you attempt to kill me later.

OOC: my phone is about to die, I'll be back in ten minutes.

"You're wrong then. and no I do not have a name."

OOC: it's been on 2% for almost 3 hours.....

Hmm, I shall call you Simon!

"you do that"

"Could give him a number like me"

"I don't have a name. I don't have a number. I just am."

I could do, though I don't if he's part of a specific unit, he seems more like a lone wolf...

"I'm part of a unit. shit like this *gestures to the wrist thing* don't get handed out to everyone"

In that case you'd have a callsign, no?

"No"

Oh....then Simon you are

he shrugs

....guys?

/damien walks out from behind cover, and starts collecting some twigs and branches, and stealing some of simons fire to make his own. then he proceeds to put his poncho above it on a fame, since its still soaking wet. underneath it, he wears the expected western styl(ish) clothing, and has several ammo belts, and pouches, as well as the wast belt for his guns/

"How to make a salad"

Bug boy walks past, his armour gone, the creatures limbs thin and spindly, covered in a outer carapace like the rest of his body.

His face has two large black eyes on either side of his head, and thin antennae dance through the air from his forehead. Two small mandible's click together on his... where his jaw would be, two large fangs between them dripping poison.

OOC. ...you know... this guy looks more like an ant than a mantis...
also, my comments will be sparse for now
IC:
/he takes out some dried meat strips from one of his pouches, and starts chewing on it, keeping a wary eye on bugboy/

Ooc: that's kinda the point, he's a mix of many things.

Bugboys eyes look over at the human, the mandible's and fangs moving in strange ways, making slurping and clicking noises.

Damien. just think about trying to eat me, and i send you back to your queen or whatever with bullet sized pieces of lead...

"Shut up about him being an insectoid already."

Damien. i wa stalking about his eating habits...


OOC. btw, i wiont be here tonight, due to work... i hate it...

"Which are rooted in him being an insectoid. so suck it up."

"I don't tend to eat filth, so your all good"

he's clearly eaten more of the meat. still no one has seen him remove his helmet

"I'm starting to think that you don't eat from a mouth on your face"

"I do. I just don't show my face."

The bug stares at him with his huge eyes.

"Why"

"I don't have a name. I don't show my face. You don't see the pattern here?"

Damien: You are a resurrected undead/bound ghost?

"I have no identity"

"Why?"

"Because that's what I am"

OOC: .....my braaaaiiiiinnnn.....!!!
http://9gag.com/gag/aqmw83Z
IC:
Damien. Sure, simon...

"The only reason I'm letting you call that is cause I can't be arsed to stop you"

Damien: whatever.... now how the hell do i get back home... never thought i would miss deserts, but this whatever jungle is even worse...

"How would I know"

Damien well how the hell did you get here?!

"some big thing in the sky"

(actually, it was a literal wall. as in, from ground upwards, not just in the sky)
IC:
Damien: .....what? an aircraft or something?

"Nope."

"I fell through the floor when out on patrol"

Damien: and apparently, i just walked here... from the middle of the desert...

"Desert? You have those still?"

*shrugs*

"I guess you didn't bother to fix your worlds"

"Fix?"