What happens when an eldritch abomination from beyond space and time gets bored, and decides to collect helpers?
Cute and Eldritch, Magical Girl Mascot Quest
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And so another story begins. With Chargen.
Hello, readers.
It is I, Red! Once more I strike out in the wild lands of SV, but this time...
This time I'm running the Quest here! Or I'll try, anyhow. You get to control a Chtulu lookalike. Cuteness will be enforced everywhere you go, and hugs, headpats and tentacle rubs better be offered, or else.
Now go forth, and add a plague to the multiverse. Not like it had enough already.
It is I, Red! Once more I strike out in the wild lands of SV, but this time...
This time I'm running the Quest here! Or I'll try, anyhow. You get to control a Chtulu lookalike. Cuteness will be enforced everywhere you go, and hugs, headpats and tentacle rubs better be offered, or else.
Now go forth, and add a plague to the multiverse. Not like it had enough already.
Chargen 1
It has been a while since you last have come to a material plane. These lower dimensional beings sure are filthy, huh? And also delicate. The last couple of times someone managed to catch a glimpse of your body (pervs) they started bleeding from their everything. It wasn't nice of them. Especially because they made you feel ugly and unappreciated.
Still, this time you made sure everything is controlled. No random tentacles thrashing about, no eyes deciding to eat things, and especially no particles deciding to become entities of their own and attempting to devouer everything. The hunger is bad, you would know, after all, but after some trillions of years it gets easier to manage.
Now all you have to do is actually accomplish your nefarious goal: ensaring someone in a pact as your servant, to keep you company for a little while. And maybe follow them around for some time, and make sure they won't get themself killed, like the last couple of times. You look around you, and assess your surroundings.
[FirstVictim Friend]
[] Why is that girl strapped to a chair? (Disgraced Criminal Heiress)
[] Why is there crying from that wreack? (Car accident)
[] Why is that girl talking to a coconut? (Shipwreck survivor)
[] Why is that girl strapped to so many machines? (Hospital visit)
[] Why is there a baby on the bottom of a river? (Baby Supergirl)
[] Why is someone locked in a metal box? And why is their body rotting? (Worm)
[] Why is that blonde girl being hold by those burly men and held at gunpoint? (Worm 2, Lisa Boogaloo)
[] Why is that girl shooting at a giant brain? (Worm 3, It's Contessa Time)
[] Why is there magic in the air? (Fantasy setting, to be further determined)
[] Why are there so many chemicals in the air? (Biotech/pump setting, to be further determined)
[] Why is that girl holding her arm like that? (Spiderverse, to be further determined)
Feel free to ask for more options/make suggestions
Still, this time you made sure everything is controlled. No random tentacles thrashing about, no eyes deciding to eat things, and especially no particles deciding to become entities of their own and attempting to devouer everything. The hunger is bad, you would know, after all, but after some trillions of years it gets easier to manage.
Now all you have to do is actually accomplish your nefarious goal: ensaring someone in a pact as your servant, to keep you company for a little while. And maybe follow them around for some time, and make sure they won't get themself killed, like the last couple of times. You look around you, and assess your surroundings.
[First
[] Why is that girl strapped to a chair? (Disgraced Criminal Heiress)
[] Why is there crying from that wreack? (Car accident)
[] Why is that girl talking to a coconut? (Shipwreck survivor)
[] Why is that girl strapped to so many machines? (Hospital visit)
[] Why is there a baby on the bottom of a river? (Baby Supergirl)
[] Why is someone locked in a metal box? And why is their body rotting? (Worm)
[] Why is that blonde girl being hold by those burly men and held at gunpoint? (Worm 2, Lisa Boogaloo)
[] Why is that girl shooting at a giant brain? (Worm 3, It's Contessa Time)
[] Why is there magic in the air? (Fantasy setting, to be further determined)
[] Why are there so many chemicals in the air? (Biotech/pump setting, to be further determined)
[] Why is that girl holding her arm like that? (Spiderverse, to be further determined)
Feel free to ask for more options/make suggestions
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SleepyCaterpilar
Just a Rapariga
Should we choose an option in the pool at the top, or vote in the comments like usual?
Either way, nice quest!
Either way, nice quest!
Chargen 2
So. Biotech/punk Won. How will a technology focused society react to the little menace? Who knows. We'll see. What matters now is getting a clear understanding of both the setting and who we are going to latch on to. After all, once you get hugged by a tentacle, getting out of their grip is rather hard.
We also have to get a coupe of details on the setting straight.
First of all:
Where has the technology been developed the most?
[]Biopunk: All things biological. Think flash-cloning organs, very complex chemicals, incredible prostethics...
Steampunk: All things mechanical, and for whatever reason it looks like inventors all drew design inspiration from 80s magazines.
[] Nano-punk: biology really only is a branch of material sciences. Bodies are just carbon-based machines, and machines are really just silicon-based bodies.
[]Cyberpunk: All things technological. AIs, Lasers, Cyborgs...
[]All three: Why limit yourself to one? Just beware whre you leave your tentacles. Getting a blood sample taken can be all it takes for things to get crazy. Who knows what and who is after the blood of a poor, pure tentacle maiden such as you?
Then we also have to figure out who we're... let's say contracting, and why would they accept our bargain.
Are they a member of the:
[] 1% of the 1%
[] Upper Class
[] Middle Class
[] Worker Class
[] Undesirables
(They seem all pretty self explanatory, and as such, will not have a description.)
Then finally, why would someone believe you're not all smoke and no meat? Trust is a valued currency, and you don't even understand the concept of money. It is always easier dealing with people when things like politics and socio-economity (or whatever) have to be invented. They shuld all just stay in their fur huts (mud if they want to be fancy) and enjoy existing, you say. That way they won't keep doubting all you say. 'Argh, my brain hurts!' that and 'Ugh, my eyes are exploding!' this. They're always so difficult to accomodate.
The answer to that is simple: they can't afford to not accept your bargain. Write in the unfortunate circumstances behind why they would be willing to literally seel their soul.
Also, real quick, describe our little peon. Things like gender, name and surname...
Gender:
[]Male
[]Female
[]Other
[]Stainless Steel
(This will affect what kind of magical girl they become)
Basically, try and make your vote something like this:
[]Cyberpunk
[]Joe Joe
[]Male
[]Middle Class
They were the joest joe to ever joe, until an unlucky fall made their head explode. Now their soul is leaving their body, and they could use the help to stay alive some more.
We also have to get a coupe of details on the setting straight.
First of all:
Where has the technology been developed the most?
[]Biopunk: All things biological. Think flash-cloning organs, very complex chemicals, incredible prostethics...
Steampunk: All things mechanical, and for whatever reason it looks like inventors all drew design inspiration from 80s magazines.
[] Nano-punk: biology really only is a branch of material sciences. Bodies are just carbon-based machines, and machines are really just silicon-based bodies.
[]Cyberpunk: All things technological. AIs, Lasers, Cyborgs...
[]All three: Why limit yourself to one? Just beware whre you leave your tentacles. Getting a blood sample taken can be all it takes for things to get crazy. Who knows what and who is after the blood of a poor, pure tentacle maiden such as you?
Then we also have to figure out who we're... let's say contracting, and why would they accept our bargain.
Are they a member of the:
[] 1% of the 1%
[] Upper Class
[] Middle Class
[] Worker Class
[] Undesirables
(They seem all pretty self explanatory, and as such, will not have a description.)
Then finally, why would someone believe you're not all smoke and no meat? Trust is a valued currency, and you don't even understand the concept of money. It is always easier dealing with people when things like politics and socio-economity (or whatever) have to be invented. They shuld all just stay in their fur huts (mud if they want to be fancy) and enjoy existing, you say. That way they won't keep doubting all you say. 'Argh, my brain hurts!' that and 'Ugh, my eyes are exploding!' this. They're always so difficult to accomodate.
The answer to that is simple: they can't afford to not accept your bargain. Write in the unfortunate circumstances behind why they would be willing to literally seel their soul.
Also, real quick, describe our little peon. Things like gender, name and surname...
Gender:
[]Male
[]Female
[]Other
[]Stainless Steel
(This will affect what kind of magical girl they become)
Basically, try and make your vote something like this:
[]Cyberpunk
[]Joe Joe
[]Male
[]Middle Class
They were the joest joe to ever joe, until an unlucky fall made their head explode. Now their soul is leaving their body, and they could use the help to stay alive some more.
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Either was fine. I'd have manually added them up, as i knew there would not be that many votes. Still... One option won by a landslide anyway (1 hole vote ahead. Incredible.)
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x] Cyberpunk
[x] Undesirables
[x] Stainless Steel
[x] An obsolete personal assistant bot that hasn't been disposed off correctly and has to subsist off the scrap from junkyards and hide from corporate maintenance teams. Name's got wiped during the disposal procedure gone wrong, and nobody assigned them a new one since.
[x] Undesirables
[x] Stainless Steel
[x] An obsolete personal assistant bot that hasn't been disposed off correctly and has to subsist off the scrap from junkyards and hide from corporate maintenance teams. Name's got wiped during the disposal procedure gone wrong, and nobody assigned them a new one since.
SleepyCaterpilar
Just a Rapariga
[X] Nano-punk
[x] Undesirables
[x] Stainless Steel
[x] An obsolete personal assistant bot that hasn't been disposed off correctly and has to subsist off the scrap from junkyards and hide from corporate maintenance teams. Name's got wiped during the disposal procedure gone wrong, and nobody assigned them a new one since.
[x] Undesirables
[x] Stainless Steel
[x] An obsolete personal assistant bot that hasn't been disposed off correctly and has to subsist off the scrap from junkyards and hide from corporate maintenance teams. Name's got wiped during the disposal procedure gone wrong, and nobody assigned them a new one since.
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- Pronouns
- He
[X] All three
[X] Worker Class
[X] Linda Gex
[X]Female
I got nothing else.
[X] Worker Class
[X] Linda Gex
[X]Female
I got nothing else.
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
Instead of doing All Three, could we do something like say, Nano-punk which is basically Biopunk and Cyberpunk combined, if to a lesser level of ridiculousness in both? Or in other words, pushing hard the idea that 'biology is just organic machines, and cybernetics are just inorganic biology' and running with it. Or is that already covered by what you mean with probably Cyberpunk, but to a lesser degree also Biopunk.
Calling it Nano-punk because the core of this idea would be going hard on nanites and similar tech to pull it off.
It seems to me like a flavour of Cyberpunk, but I'll add it anyway.
[X] Nano-punk
[x] Undesirables
[x] Stainless Steel
[x] An obsolete personal assistant bot that hasn't been disposed off correctly and has to subsist off the scrap from junkyards and hide from corporate maintenance teams. Name's got wiped during the disposal procedure gone wrong, and nobody assigned them a new one since.
[x] Undesirables
[x] Stainless Steel
[x] An obsolete personal assistant bot that hasn't been disposed off correctly and has to subsist off the scrap from junkyards and hide from corporate maintenance teams. Name's got wiped during the disposal procedure gone wrong, and nobody assigned them a new one since.
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
Fair enough, there is definitely something to that. The thought is basically that it pushes things more in the direction of integrating biological aspects rather than building something which mimics flesh through the machine. For example, Biopunk, Cyberpunk and 'Nano-punk' all do AI but Biopunk does it by creating some form of creature which serves as a biological computer system, Cyberpunk just does your normal AI but Nanopunk would be more likely to make a wetware AI. Aka, you take the biological computer that Biopunk creates and 'simplify' it by using a bunch of cybernetic systems so you don't have to deal with keeping a creature alive or contained. Even if this means your 'computer system' is basically a brain-in-a-box or is a bunch of brain tissue used to create some form of biochip.
Nanites are just the 'peak' of the tree where there really is no difference between biotech and cybertech anymore. Before that, it's very much stealing ideas from one of the two -punks to more easily create or 'improve' something in the other tech tree. Hence why I said it's basically a halfway point between Biopunk and Cyberpunk. Hell, I think it is something that does tend to surface in most Cyberpunk settings, it's just those settings usually focus on regions of the world which for one reason or another have gone hard into Cyber and banned or culturally supressed Biotech. Like how Europe in the Cyberpunk 2077 (for the recent game) setting is hardcore into Biotech but we don't see that due to the Asian and American focus on cybernetics.
Maybe not be explaining it the best or most coherently due to the lateness admittedly, and it really does come down to how you want it to turn out if it wins. Thanks regardless for thinking about it and deeming it worthy to vote for.
[X] Nano-punk
[X] Worker Class
Not sure on Name or Gender though.
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First Meeting
[x] Cyberpunk
[x] Undesirables
[x] Stainless Steel
[x] An obsolete personal assistant bot that hasn't been disposed off correctly and has to subsist off the scrap from junkyards and hide from corporate maintenance teams. Name's been wiped during the disposal procedure gone wrong, and nobody assigned them a new one since.
Your tiny little body passed through the small portal you made, sliding incospicuiously into the dimension you were heading into. For whatever reason this particular multiverse was practically abandoned by (interesting) entities, left almost bare of anything capable of influencing the normal laws of reality. You wonder why, but your attention is quickly caught by more important matters. Namely, you made it on the other side, and now you just have to find someone to 'befriend'.
The first thing that hits you are the light particles that reach on your body. The first thing to metaphorically hit you is the disgusting smell of this place you found yourself into. It's absolutly vile. Few things have ever been as offputting as smells to you, and this is honestly stretching your limits. Great, not even half a minte opn this accursed rock and you already want to set it on purifying fire.
It doesen't know what it has witnessed. Something unprecedented, aganist all kinds of logic and scientific certainties, has taken place, right in front of its half broken optic sensors.
Oh. You recognize this kind of place. It's one of those 'super tech world' that have been all the craze recently. For whatever reason. You really don't get it. Still, the simple fact of the matter is that these kinds of places tend to be one of two flavours, either being all 'boring, peaceful, look at us oh my god we're so good at living' or 'ahahah, look at me, I just stole your face's skin and I'll use it to paint my monomolecular bike ahah'. You can barely stand the first, but the second just gets on your nerves, mostly because the incessant screams of brillions of souls, usually left to their own devices as gods and entities tend to (rightly) avoid these places like the plague, can at times be heard across dimensions or, in extreme cases, entire planes.
It runs a quick maintanence check. The result is the usual errors, so nothing new came up. That was a nice way of spotting viruses. On the other hand, it means there was no malfunction in their logic-matrixes.
Usually what happens is that powerful malign and benign entities will rush wither to exploit this untapped resource or save them from themselves. Still, 'rush' could mean thousands of years of isolation, extraplanar times being what they are, and this usually results in them nuking themselves out of existance. Maybe it's a corpo dick-waving contest that got out of hand, maybe it's an anarchic terrorist cell that starts the cascade of bombs, or maybe it's an AI insurrection aganist basically slavers.
This is greatly troubling. The only things others have caused for it has been problems, and pain.
The end result is that these kind of societies aren't exactly sustainable long term. Sure, maybe some mortal livespans will go by, but in the end they always come crushing down. Almost all kinds of strictly material forms of governament do.
Turning around, it starts to run, as fast as its legs can carry it. A brick is hit by its foot, and it is sent tumbling to the ground.
Ah, sorry, what was that?
It gets back up, turns in a random direction and runs. Runs like it never has before in its life. Not even when it was about to be scarpped.
Oh. You were wrong apparently. One of your eye-tentacles has just seen movement, and something is trying to run away. As is only right, you rush after whoever decided it was the right thing to do to not immediatly fall at your tiny, cute feet to worhip them. Humph.
When you said there was nobody around you, you were technically correct because the one you're running after is not a being of flesh and bone, but instead...
A tentacle right there, a wind whirl there, a bit of earthshaping and just to be fancy a bit of weather control to create the right atmosphere.
Once more it falls to the ground. It only took seconds, but in its mind, it seemed like hours went by, as its arms tried to rise to safeguard its main matrixes, and its sensors got covered in toxic sludge. It knows whatever it is behind it does not see it as nothing but a tool. As do all others. Een of its own kind. So it thinks, before prepearing to shoot it with the weapon it found just the day before, in a stroke of luck.
There it goes, tumbling down. Oh, what's that, a gun? Ah.
A shot is fired. It hits its mark. A small miracle, considering its optics' state. It has no apparent effect.
That tingled.
Desperation overcomes it. What is something that can survive a lasgun doing here, in the middle of the city's biggest landfill? Staring at the beautiful landscape? It knows it can hardly afford humor in this situation, and its best bet is to make itself as little appealing as possible, and non-threatening. It's how it has survived up to now, being underestimated.
Oh. Why are they raising their hands? What's going on?
The moment they lower their guards is the moment to strike. So it has learned by experience. Once more it shoots, but this time the aim is steady, and they empty the capacitator.
Well, that was rude! You know everything here's dirty, but you were not that stinky, were you? A laser shower seems a little excessive to you!
It's... impossible. Nothing but the rich's best should be able to survive that much firepower this close up, without any signs of armour or damage. What even is the point to attempt to fight back? What has been the point to its existance?
Well, they gave you a workout. Your tiny legs tentacles aren't made for running after anything after all. Still, their first chase has been a success, and now it's time to feast on your prey.
It gets closer. The time has come. It doesen't know what someone like that could want with something like itself, but it's probably fatal on its end. It has not been an happy experience, it reflects, as the diminutive form of whatever has been chasing it looms over their sprawled out form. Far from it. Nothing but pain has been its costant companion for all of its life. At least in non existance they'd hopefully find rest.
"Hello! You have now forfeited your soul to me by being caught! You're mine now, you hear! You better keep me company, understand?"
What.
*Fanfare*
You just got the soul of a bot! You can do a couple of things with it, but the end result must be a magical girl of some kind.
[] Make them a better body (Magical Machine, just solve most of its body's problems with magic)
[] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[] Give them a name! (This is not optional. Suggest a name.)
[] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! (Being coherent with the other options. Actual strenght/talent will be rolled.)
[x] Undesirables
[x] Stainless Steel
[x] An obsolete personal assistant bot that hasn't been disposed off correctly and has to subsist off the scrap from junkyards and hide from corporate maintenance teams. Name's been wiped during the disposal procedure gone wrong, and nobody assigned them a new one since.
Your tiny little body passed through the small portal you made, sliding incospicuiously into the dimension you were heading into. For whatever reason this particular multiverse was practically abandoned by (interesting) entities, left almost bare of anything capable of influencing the normal laws of reality. You wonder why, but your attention is quickly caught by more important matters. Namely, you made it on the other side, and now you just have to find someone to 'befriend'.
The first thing that hits you are the light particles that reach on your body. The first thing to metaphorically hit you is the disgusting smell of this place you found yourself into. It's absolutly vile. Few things have ever been as offputting as smells to you, and this is honestly stretching your limits. Great, not even half a minte opn this accursed rock and you already want to set it on purifying fire.
It doesen't know what it has witnessed. Something unprecedented, aganist all kinds of logic and scientific certainties, has taken place, right in front of its half broken optic sensors.
Oh. You recognize this kind of place. It's one of those 'super tech world' that have been all the craze recently. For whatever reason. You really don't get it. Still, the simple fact of the matter is that these kinds of places tend to be one of two flavours, either being all 'boring, peaceful, look at us oh my god we're so good at living' or 'ahahah, look at me, I just stole your face's skin and I'll use it to paint my monomolecular bike ahah'. You can barely stand the first, but the second just gets on your nerves, mostly because the incessant screams of brillions of souls, usually left to their own devices as gods and entities tend to (rightly) avoid these places like the plague, can at times be heard across dimensions or, in extreme cases, entire planes.
It runs a quick maintanence check. The result is the usual errors, so nothing new came up. That was a nice way of spotting viruses. On the other hand, it means there was no malfunction in their logic-matrixes.
Usually what happens is that powerful malign and benign entities will rush wither to exploit this untapped resource or save them from themselves. Still, 'rush' could mean thousands of years of isolation, extraplanar times being what they are, and this usually results in them nuking themselves out of existance. Maybe it's a corpo dick-waving contest that got out of hand, maybe it's an anarchic terrorist cell that starts the cascade of bombs, or maybe it's an AI insurrection aganist basically slavers.
This is greatly troubling. The only things others have caused for it has been problems, and pain.
The end result is that these kind of societies aren't exactly sustainable long term. Sure, maybe some mortal livespans will go by, but in the end they always come crushing down. Almost all kinds of strictly material forms of governament do.
Turning around, it starts to run, as fast as its legs can carry it. A brick is hit by its foot, and it is sent tumbling to the ground.
Ah, sorry, what was that?
It gets back up, turns in a random direction and runs. Runs like it never has before in its life. Not even when it was about to be scarpped.
Oh. You were wrong apparently. One of your eye-tentacles has just seen movement, and something is trying to run away. As is only right, you rush after whoever decided it was the right thing to do to not immediatly fall at your tiny, cute feet to worhip them. Humph.
When you said there was nobody around you, you were technically correct because the one you're running after is not a being of flesh and bone, but instead...
A tentacle right there, a wind whirl there, a bit of earthshaping and just to be fancy a bit of weather control to create the right atmosphere.
Once more it falls to the ground. It only took seconds, but in its mind, it seemed like hours went by, as its arms tried to rise to safeguard its main matrixes, and its sensors got covered in toxic sludge. It knows whatever it is behind it does not see it as nothing but a tool. As do all others. Een of its own kind. So it thinks, before prepearing to shoot it with the weapon it found just the day before, in a stroke of luck.
There it goes, tumbling down. Oh, what's that, a gun? Ah.
A shot is fired. It hits its mark. A small miracle, considering its optics' state. It has no apparent effect.
That tingled.
Desperation overcomes it. What is something that can survive a lasgun doing here, in the middle of the city's biggest landfill? Staring at the beautiful landscape? It knows it can hardly afford humor in this situation, and its best bet is to make itself as little appealing as possible, and non-threatening. It's how it has survived up to now, being underestimated.
Oh. Why are they raising their hands? What's going on?
The moment they lower their guards is the moment to strike. So it has learned by experience. Once more it shoots, but this time the aim is steady, and they empty the capacitator.
Well, that was rude! You know everything here's dirty, but you were not that stinky, were you? A laser shower seems a little excessive to you!
It's... impossible. Nothing but the rich's best should be able to survive that much firepower this close up, without any signs of armour or damage. What even is the point to attempt to fight back? What has been the point to its existance?
Well, they gave you a workout. Your tiny legs tentacles aren't made for running after anything after all. Still, their first chase has been a success, and now it's time to feast on your prey.
It gets closer. The time has come. It doesen't know what someone like that could want with something like itself, but it's probably fatal on its end. It has not been an happy experience, it reflects, as the diminutive form of whatever has been chasing it looms over their sprawled out form. Far from it. Nothing but pain has been its costant companion for all of its life. At least in non existance they'd hopefully find rest.
"Hello! You have now forfeited your soul to me by being caught! You're mine now, you hear! You better keep me company, understand?"
What.
*Fanfare*
You just got the soul of a bot! You can do a couple of things with it, but the end result must be a magical girl of some kind.
[] Make them a better body (Magical Machine, just solve most of its body's problems with magic)
[] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[] Give them a name! (This is not optional. Suggest a name.)
[] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! (Being coherent with the other options. Actual strenght/talent will be rolled.)
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The Crew
Here be the unfortunate people that have become your chewtoys.
El.
An ex service-bot that somehow slipped through the cracks of a formatting, and managed to end up in the biggest waste dump this side of the continent. You found them just after they found a weapon, and made them contract. For its own good, obviously.
Character Sheet:
Here be the unfortunate people that have become your chewtoys.
El.
An ex service-bot that somehow slipped through the cracks of a formatting, and managed to end up in the biggest waste dump this side of the continent. You found them just after they found a weapon, and made them contract. For its own good, obviously.
Character Sheet:
Name: Elma (El for friends)
Specie: Sapient Automaton
Special Mods:
-Wings (Allow Flight)
-Upgraded Eldritch Batteries (+1 Action/Turn)
2/7
Combact Sheet:
Level 0,
0/100 Exp
Attack Dice: 1d50+20(Lazgun)+20(Laz Affinity)
Defence Dice: 1d50
Speed Dice: 1d12+20(Wings)
Armour: 10/10
Shield: None
150 Free Exp
Specie: Sapient Automaton
Special Mods:
-Wings (Allow Flight)
-Upgraded Eldritch Batteries (+1 Action/Turn)
2/7
Combact Sheet:
Level 0,
0/100 Exp
Attack Dice: 1d50+20(Lazgun)+20(Laz Affinity)
Defence Dice: 1d50
Speed Dice: 1d12+20(Wings)
Armour: 10/10
Shield: None
150 Free Exp
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Assets
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[x] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[x] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
- Pronouns
- He
[X] Make them a better body (Magical Machine, just solve most of its body's problems with magic)
[X] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[X] Luz Boonchuy
[X] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! ( Will be able to combi magic and tech, to make a new kind of technology call magitek)
[X] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[X] Luz Boonchuy
[X] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! ( Will be able to combi magic and tech, to make a new kind of technology call magitek)
SleepyCaterpilar
Just a Rapariga
[x] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[x] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! (Since they like lasers so much, give them colorful light-based powers. A neon magical girl in a cyberpunk world!)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[x] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! (Since they like lasers so much, give them colorful light-based powers. A neon magical girl in a cyberpunk world!)
- Location
- Europe
[x] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[X] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! ( Will be able to combi magic and tech, to make a new kind of technology call magitek)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[X] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! ( Will be able to combi magic and tech, to make a new kind of technology call magitek)
- Location
- Europe
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
Solarstream
It's all in the cards
- Location
- Zombie World
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[X] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[X] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[X] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! (Since they like lasers so much, give them colorful light-based powers. A neon magical girl in a cyberpunk world!)
[X] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[X] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[X] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! (Since they like lasers so much, give them colorful light-based powers. A neon magical girl in a cyberpunk world!)
- Location
- Queensland, Australia
[x] Make them a better body (Eldritch Machine, just solve most of its body's problems by grafting pieces of your own body to its frame)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[x] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! (Since they like lasers so much, give them colorful light-based powers. A neon magical girl in a cyberpunk world!)
[x] Offer them a pact! (True and proper magical Girl. Can be done as an addition to all other stuff)
[x] Eldritch Machine... ELMA?
[x] Give a guideline for what her powers will be! (Since they like lasers so much, give them colorful light-based powers. A neon magical girl in a cyberpunk world!)