theflyingbiscuit
"Titanic neechan"
Yu go to fer Space Javva wit that uncaped I.
Havoc Squad (A Riot Quest)
- Thread starter We Just Write
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Alright, this is getting much too silly. Stop it with the deliberate mis-spelling!
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- Somewhere on Earth
Yeah, stop being too silly in a quest where we have a venomous, talking cat who's part cuttlefish and have sentient robots doing pushups, guys!
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That actually made me laugh out loud. Thank you; I didn't know how much I'd needed that.
[X] Go on Rapid Response
-[X] Warhound 01 (Crew: 2)(Passengers: 3)
-[X] Use: Beamthrower, Vance Powered Combat Armature, and Basic Combat Stims if it doesn't conflict with using the Warhound
-[X] Bring along a Arc Quad, don't be afraid to use it.
And I think that makes five.
-[X] Warhound 01 (Crew: 2)(Passengers: 3)
-[X] Use: Beamthrower, Vance Powered Combat Armature, and Basic Combat Stims if it doesn't conflict with using the Warhound
-[X] Bring along a Arc Quad, don't be afraid to use it.
And I think that makes five.
shubzilla
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously
We shouldn't be getting within a mile of Donteria's forces at any point.
Yeah. We really should mortar the shit out of them, hit with beams if we can then pull out to resupply and repeat.
@I just write
Is there even cargo space left for extra small drones?
@I just write
Is there even cargo space left for extra small drones?
shubzilla
Colorless green ideas sleep furiously
Not even the beams. We cannot destroy meaningful amounts of Donteria's war materiel, absent a crit-succ where we hit an ammo depot. What we can do is prevent her from being able to concentrate her forces where they could stop the military that can wreck her toys.
What does that have to do with bringing along a drone?
[X] Come up with new Blueprints (permanent +12)
-[X] Stronger, better, improved mind enhancing drugs
--[X] Performance-enhancing drugs
-[X] Stronger, better, improved mind enhancing drugs
--[X] Performance-enhancing drugs
Diaries of a wimpy bot (OMAKE)
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- Somewhere on Earth
Hmmm.
Man, now I'm inspired again.
Phew, there we go, man, I am just terrible at making first-person past-tense stuff.
By the way, I made an action for Jack to investigate the Sparkle Scouts, I'm doing that because it'd be nice to know where they are so we can keep an eye on them, they helped us out, we might as well try and help them.
Man, now I'm inspired again.
[The writing is in sharp, angular text written with something akin to a fountain pen, the text at the top is nearly in print, however, as if it were placed by a typewriter and underlined with a ruler, it says 2XXX, XXXXXXX XXxx, 9:04:34.85, the dates, names, and places were scratched out.]
I woke up feeling weird, today, I know now that I have killed, in my life, 122 people, 19 of whom I knew, and 3 out of those such 19 saw my face as they died.
Will they haunt me? Can they haunt a bunch of bolts? I can't tell if it's my dreams or if it's their ghosts, but I know something sticks with me, I'll bet it's just a glitch, next time I go to sleep I'll forget my other life as controlled by the dickbag who created me, fuck, I liked not knowing, but then now I don't know if I could forget, my hand never shudders, and if I listen closely I can hear the fan in my throat, I can just... Stop breathing, and nothing happens, the guns in my wrists that spring out with a thought and the bomb in my chest I stop from detonating the same way someone swallows.
I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this-
[This text continues on for multiple pages, likely only stopping because the nib broke, if the ink splotch is any indication, there is then a hole that goes through the diary, with shards of plastic near the end of the book, likely the remains of the pen.]
2XXX, XXXXXXX XXxx, 9:04:34.92
I would wonder how long it's been if I didn't have a perfect clock in my head, some people are worried about me, maybe they're right, I'm not exactly peachy, the more I think about it, the more that I realise how obvious it was, I always knew, I just never though about it beyond 'Oh, my hand doesn't shake' or 'Oh, I don't need to blink' but I just never though beyond that, likely a line of code to stop me thinking about it too much, maybe it was just me not wanting to face the idea, but now, but now...
I can kill, incapacitate, sneak, I know so much now, none of it good, I've spoken to some other bots who've had the same thing happen to them, and apparently, that douchbag is dead, and we've been released by the XXXXXXXXXXX.
Why?
2XXX, XXXXXXX XXxx, 9:04:34.92
I've spoken to a member of the squad, XXXX, her name was, the rest of it was long, but I don't really want to repeat it here, both out of kindness and that wow, her full name is really long, I asked her why she was doing this, and she replied that she was the one who set the whole meeting up, so she was voted as the one to talk to any other Infil-Bots (What a weird name for a robot, even if I wasn't one I'd still be looking for a name change) who may have had some trouble, I clarified, asking why she let us free, and she seemed surprised, almost, she folded her arms and replied that she felt like it was the right thing to do, and happened to be in the majority that thought so, I was a bit thrown off by that, admittedly, and proceeded to ask her why she didn't think of using the network to do what she and her group wanted to do, she shrugged and replied that that was the reason there was a vote in the first place, she asked if there was anything else I needed.
I said that I've always wanted to live in XXXXXXXX.
2XXX, XXXXXXXX XXxx, 9:04:54
I'm here, now, a new attempt, along with the goodbyes I got given from my previous friends (I do like them, I just can't stay here anymore, perhaps I'll keep in touch) the people from the XXXXXXXXXXX gave me a kit of materials to fix any damage I might accidentally get, it was nice, perhaps a bit unnecessary considering nothing short of a bullet could damage me, but I appreciate the thought, some others have come along with me, too, we've all agreed to keep in touch, and went off in our own directions, it's freeing, looking around this place and knowing that nothing stops me from picking a path and walking until the sun goes down.
Well, on the topic of the sun, I might need to find a place to stay, It's not necessary, sure, but it'd still be nice.
2XXX, XXXXXXXXX XXxx, 9:32:46
I have a life now, a small apartment with a bed and chair, along with a bookshelf, I have a job as a banker while working towards some real education, and a circle of friends who I trust, maybe not with what I am, but I'm very doubtful I would have trusted an organic clone of me with that information, so nothing new there, and from what I've heard, the others have had the same luck, one's signed up into the military, if I hear right, brave bastard, though he'll certainly be a gift to whoever gets to be his commander, others have been doing some less dangerous things, certainly, one has done some neighbourhood cleaning (Actual cleaning), another has been happily donating most of his income towards various charities, pretty much everyone has been doing something good for where they've been living, though, if I'm to be perfectly honest with myself, I don't think it's totally altruistic, they're nice people, to be sure, and they'd help out anyway, but I don't doubt that they've been feeling the same as me, personally, I feel cowardly for leaving, I did so much to make that place so horrible to live in, and when given the chance to make it better, I just... Left, the people I killed deserve better than that, I can still see some of them if I keep my eyes closed, crystal clear.
I'm screwed up, sure, maybe I should do something, but...
But nothing, I guess.
2XXX, XXXXXXXX, XXxx 10:22:05
There was a robbery today at the bank where I work, the guy was holding some sort of wand, emitting pink smoke, I still haven't figured out if he was a tinker or a mage, probably a mage, doesn't really matter now, though, he waved it and shouted something about sleep, then everyone else fell, I'm pretty sure I was unaffected, though I could just be hallucinating now, but when he noticed that I didn't fall down, he yelled about 'bitch-ass waste of money' and pulled out a gun, he threatened me with it, evidently not noticing the bullet-proof glass between me and him, so I disarmed him-
(NOTE: Said disarming took place by the vigilante punching directly through said bullet-proof glass, and crushing the gun in the man's grip, screaming took place around here.)
I got over the teller desk-
(NOTE: This involved tearing down said bullet-proof glass, connected to the walls on both sides by steel bolts, soldered to the walls.
And incapacitated him.
(NOTE: Noted Injuries of the robber include a dislocated shoulder, broken arm, all of the bones in the left hand crushed, broken jaw, multiple contusions, orbital fracture, 3 broken ribs, 2 to the false ribs and 1 to the fixed ribs, the left knee had the tendons torn, along with a standard dislocation and fracture, dozens upon dozens of bruises-)
He really was very tough, he kept getting up, eventually, I pulled out my guns-
(NOTE: -and 4 gunshot wounds to center mass, all of which missed vital organs, although the hydrostatic shock itself was enough to cause damage to the spine and most of the organs, if the robber didn't have enhanced durability along with a minor regeneration factor, this would be, at best, justifiable homicide, as it stands, it's very violent self-defense.)
He went down after that, then I called an ambulance, warned them about the most hurt man being a criminal, and left.
...
I can see why the XXXXXXXXXX formed now, they couldn't handle seeing such horrible things going on, they formed to fight for the little guys, those who couldn't stand up for themselves, they were weak, so they banded together, and fought and fought and fought, some, perhaps, to ease their conscience, others out of altruism, I'm not that pure, but I'll help nonetheless, police, if you find this, don't try and stop me.
And call me Cain, I've never been very creative.
I woke up feeling weird, today, I know now that I have killed, in my life, 122 people, 19 of whom I knew, and 3 out of those such 19 saw my face as they died.
Will they haunt me? Can they haunt a bunch of bolts? I can't tell if it's my dreams or if it's their ghosts, but I know something sticks with me, I'll bet it's just a glitch, next time I go to sleep I'll forget my other life as controlled by the dickbag who created me, fuck, I liked not knowing, but then now I don't know if I could forget, my hand never shudders, and if I listen closely I can hear the fan in my throat, I can just... Stop breathing, and nothing happens, the guns in my wrists that spring out with a thought and the bomb in my chest I stop from detonating the same way someone swallows.
I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this-
[This text continues on for multiple pages, likely only stopping because the nib broke, if the ink splotch is any indication, there is then a hole that goes through the diary, with shards of plastic near the end of the book, likely the remains of the pen.]
2XXX, XXXXXXX XXxx, 9:04:34.92
I would wonder how long it's been if I didn't have a perfect clock in my head, some people are worried about me, maybe they're right, I'm not exactly peachy, the more I think about it, the more that I realise how obvious it was, I always knew, I just never though about it beyond 'Oh, my hand doesn't shake' or 'Oh, I don't need to blink' but I just never though beyond that, likely a line of code to stop me thinking about it too much, maybe it was just me not wanting to face the idea, but now, but now...
I can kill, incapacitate, sneak, I know so much now, none of it good, I've spoken to some other bots who've had the same thing happen to them, and apparently, that douchbag is dead, and we've been released by the XXXXXXXXXXX.
Why?
2XXX, XXXXXXX XXxx, 9:04:34.92
I've spoken to a member of the squad, XXXX, her name was, the rest of it was long, but I don't really want to repeat it here, both out of kindness and that wow, her full name is really long, I asked her why she was doing this, and she replied that she was the one who set the whole meeting up, so she was voted as the one to talk to any other Infil-Bots (What a weird name for a robot, even if I wasn't one I'd still be looking for a name change) who may have had some trouble, I clarified, asking why she let us free, and she seemed surprised, almost, she folded her arms and replied that she felt like it was the right thing to do, and happened to be in the majority that thought so, I was a bit thrown off by that, admittedly, and proceeded to ask her why she didn't think of using the network to do what she and her group wanted to do, she shrugged and replied that that was the reason there was a vote in the first place, she asked if there was anything else I needed.
I said that I've always wanted to live in XXXXXXXX.
2XXX, XXXXXXXX XXxx, 9:04:54
I'm here, now, a new attempt, along with the goodbyes I got given from my previous friends (I do like them, I just can't stay here anymore, perhaps I'll keep in touch) the people from the XXXXXXXXXXX gave me a kit of materials to fix any damage I might accidentally get, it was nice, perhaps a bit unnecessary considering nothing short of a bullet could damage me, but I appreciate the thought, some others have come along with me, too, we've all agreed to keep in touch, and went off in our own directions, it's freeing, looking around this place and knowing that nothing stops me from picking a path and walking until the sun goes down.
Well, on the topic of the sun, I might need to find a place to stay, It's not necessary, sure, but it'd still be nice.
2XXX, XXXXXXXXX XXxx, 9:32:46
I have a life now, a small apartment with a bed and chair, along with a bookshelf, I have a job as a banker while working towards some real education, and a circle of friends who I trust, maybe not with what I am, but I'm very doubtful I would have trusted an organic clone of me with that information, so nothing new there, and from what I've heard, the others have had the same luck, one's signed up into the military, if I hear right, brave bastard, though he'll certainly be a gift to whoever gets to be his commander, others have been doing some less dangerous things, certainly, one has done some neighbourhood cleaning (Actual cleaning), another has been happily donating most of his income towards various charities, pretty much everyone has been doing something good for where they've been living, though, if I'm to be perfectly honest with myself, I don't think it's totally altruistic, they're nice people, to be sure, and they'd help out anyway, but I don't doubt that they've been feeling the same as me, personally, I feel cowardly for leaving, I did so much to make that place so horrible to live in, and when given the chance to make it better, I just... Left, the people I killed deserve better than that, I can still see some of them if I keep my eyes closed, crystal clear.
I'm screwed up, sure, maybe I should do something, but...
But nothing, I guess.
2XXX, XXXXXXXX, XXxx 10:22:05
There was a robbery today at the bank where I work, the guy was holding some sort of wand, emitting pink smoke, I still haven't figured out if he was a tinker or a mage, probably a mage, doesn't really matter now, though, he waved it and shouted something about sleep, then everyone else fell, I'm pretty sure I was unaffected, though I could just be hallucinating now, but when he noticed that I didn't fall down, he yelled about 'bitch-ass waste of money' and pulled out a gun, he threatened me with it, evidently not noticing the bullet-proof glass between me and him, so I disarmed him-
(NOTE: Said disarming took place by the vigilante punching directly through said bullet-proof glass, and crushing the gun in the man's grip, screaming took place around here.)
I got over the teller desk-
(NOTE: This involved tearing down said bullet-proof glass, connected to the walls on both sides by steel bolts, soldered to the walls.
And incapacitated him.
(NOTE: Noted Injuries of the robber include a dislocated shoulder, broken arm, all of the bones in the left hand crushed, broken jaw, multiple contusions, orbital fracture, 3 broken ribs, 2 to the false ribs and 1 to the fixed ribs, the left knee had the tendons torn, along with a standard dislocation and fracture, dozens upon dozens of bruises-)
He really was very tough, he kept getting up, eventually, I pulled out my guns-
(NOTE: -and 4 gunshot wounds to center mass, all of which missed vital organs, although the hydrostatic shock itself was enough to cause damage to the spine and most of the organs, if the robber didn't have enhanced durability along with a minor regeneration factor, this would be, at best, justifiable homicide, as it stands, it's very violent self-defense.)
He went down after that, then I called an ambulance, warned them about the most hurt man being a criminal, and left.
...
I can see why the XXXXXXXXXX formed now, they couldn't handle seeing such horrible things going on, they formed to fight for the little guys, those who couldn't stand up for themselves, they were weak, so they banded together, and fought and fought and fought, some, perhaps, to ease their conscience, others out of altruism, I'm not that pure, but I'll help nonetheless, police, if you find this, don't try and stop me.
And call me Cain, I've never been very creative.
By the way, I made an action for Jack to investigate the Sparkle Scouts, I'm doing that because it'd be nice to know where they are so we can keep an eye on them, they helped us out, we might as well try and help them.
You might want to make sure you've got someone watching your back on that too, or else take some kind of steps to make sure you don't fail there and make things worse.
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- Somewhere on Earth
Mmm, fair, but I don't want to waste someone else's (Or my) turn in looking for the Sparkle Scouts, so I'm just sending in jack, as a cat*, Jack should be pretty safe, we trusted him to go scope out Donateria's base, right? This can't be much harder**.
*For a given value of cat.
**JIIINX!
Edit: Oh, wait, hey @I just write, can Jack take performance enhancing drugs or is his body a bit too different to handle them?
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We Just Write
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Do not drug the kitty.
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- Somewhere on Earth
Well.
You're no fun.
We Just Write
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I resent that! Without me, this whole Quest wouldn't even EXIST!
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- Somewhere on Earth
Oh, you say you're all about wild and crazy fun, but then you introduce themes of unknowing racism and the troubles that sentient robotics brings along with the adult fear of simply not having enough money to survive day to day, not to mention the themes that doing the very thing you need to do to save others is slowly destroying you, as seen with both the Sparkle Scouts and the Havoc Squad's drugs? You're pulling my leg, mate!
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[X] Come up with new Blueprints (permanent +12)
-[X] Stronger, better, improved mind enhancing drugs
--[X] Performance-enhancing drugs
[X] Use a chem
-[X] Basic Mentats with injection modulator
-[X] Stronger, better, improved mind enhancing drugs
--[X] Performance-enhancing drugs
[X] Use a chem
-[X] Basic Mentats with injection modulator
- Location
- Somewhere on Earth
...
Yeah, unless we suddenly get a lot more support for the chem auto-fab, I'm gonna switch to making better mind enhancing drugs, getting a crit on that would be really helpful.
Yeah, unless we suddenly get a lot more support for the chem auto-fab, I'm gonna switch to making better mind enhancing drugs, getting a crit on that would be really helpful.
- Location
- Pittsburgh, PA
Of course, then we end up with Cyber-Nanite Ultimate Harlan becoming the new main antagonist.
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Just for the record, you could have made a drug-free run work. For instance, the murderization of Edwin involved no chem usage, and it's easily the hardest DC to ever appear in this Quest.
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- Somewhere on Earth
Oh, I know that.
From what I can tell, realistically, we seem to be going for a eeeeh~ Ending, unless we can knuckle down and really start communicating, we're just going to let more and more things slip through our fingers, the Sparkle Scouts is a great example, we could have potentially given them a place to stay at one of our bases and tried to help them with their absurd magic usage, but instead we just kinda let 'em go.
And the Witch doctors we desperately need to ally with, even if they won't speak to us they're too important to let them go unnoticed by the general population of Gerad.