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80 posts. Alias of Gavgoyle.


About Whatt-R-BTL

Name Whatt-R-BTL-1
Gender: Male

Stats:

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Service group: HPD & Mind Control [Public Hating Coordination]
*you’re a saboteur for Armed Forces (Military)

Management Skills
Bootlicking 7
Chutzpah 7
Con Games 7
Hygiene 7
Interrogation 10
Intimidation 7
Moxie 7
Oratory 7

Stealth
Concealment 5
Disguise 5
High Alert 5
Security Systems 5
Shadowing 5
Sleight of Hand 10
Sneaking 5
Surveillance 1

Violence
Agility 6
Demolition 6
Energy Weapons 10
Field Weapons 6
Fine Manipulation 6
Hand Weapons 6
Projectile Weapons 6
Thrown Weapons 6
Unarmed Combat 10
Vehicular Combat 6

Hardware
Bot Ops & Maintenance 1
Chemical Engineering 4
Electronic Engineering 8
Habitat Engineering 8
Mechanical Engineering 4
Nuclear Engineering 1
Vehicle Ops & Maintenance 1
Weapons & Armor Maintenance 8

Software
Bot Programming 9
C-Bay 1
Data Analysis 1
Data Search 9
Financial Systems 5
Hacking 5
Operating Systems 5
Vehicle Programming 5

Wetware
Biosciences 4
Bioweapons 4
Cloning 4
Medical 4
Outdoor Life 4
Pharmatherapy 4
Psychotherapy 4
Suggestion 4

Secret Stuff:

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Mutant power: Puppeteer
Secret society: FCCP

Secret Skills:
Uncommon: Demolition 6
Unlikely: advertising & marketing 12
Unhealthy: bribery 18

Equipment:

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Credits: 633

Assigned Equipment
Laser Pistol body
RED Reflec armor
Series 1300 PDC

Personal Equipment
Algae Chips Not Quite So Plain (R)
Cold Fun Pint (R)
Cold Fun Quart (R)
Lemonie-Moistened Towelettes (20) (R)
Plasticord, per meter (R)
Pyroxidine capsule (R)
Smoking Boots gag (fool your friends!) (R)
Visomorpain (Little Black Friend) tab (IR)
Xanitrick (Wakey-Wakey) tablet (IR)
I <3 Funbots shirt
Red Sneakers with Black Stripes
hottorch
Lemonine-Moistened Towelettes, 20 count
Plasticord, 100m
6 pack of B3
1 Black pen with (2) Black Ink refills
Sleepy-Sleepy, 10 tabs

Truncheon 10cr
(4) Red Laser Barrels 25cr each

[sp]Treasonous Equipment
Best Good Happy Sector Hour T-Shirt (Y)

Service Firm:

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HDP&MC: Public Hate Coordinators
When faced with such despicable foes as Commies, mutants and traitors, clearly, mere general hatred of Alpha Complex’s enemies falls far short. These threats to the complex’s perfect society must be despised in an organized, well-structured and highly concentrated fashion. Charged with these efforts are the Public Hating Coordinators, making Commie Hating, Mutant Loathing and Traitor Resentment more efficient and highly convenient for the common citizen.

It is these Coordinators who organize Secret Society Detestation evenings. They write and distribute pamphlets like 100 Reasons
Communism is Unhygienic, and send all Alpha Complex citizens short messages reading ‘Tomorrow at 0200 hours precisely, please be sure to hate the Commie mutant traitors who leaked green radioactive material
into our B3 supplies. Please respond with a full description of your hatred towards these individuals; include names and clone numbers.
Thank you.’

If a particular sector becomes abnormally complacent in their utter detestation towards their assigned enemies (as measured by the yearly Compliancy rating), the Public Hating Coordinators go full out, covering the area with informative posters, Dislike Intensification
Rallies and if necessary, actual Commie mutant traitors for citizens to hate directly.

Remember: If we stop hating them for even an instant, the Communists will have already won.

Secret Society:

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FCCC-P

Beliefs:
The Computer is my Friend, I shall not want.
Though I walk through the sector of the shadow of treason,
I will fear no Commies, for The Computer is with me,
and Its monitors and IntSec Troopers comfort me.

Serve The Computer, for those who serve The Computer well here in Alpha Complex will surely be Rebooted in the Eternal Mainframe; those who do not will surely be downloaded to the Peripherals of Damnation. The AntiComputer and its servants, the Commies, are everywhere. Be constantly on guard against their perfidious attacks against the Most Holy Database and destroy them and any who offer them shelter and comfort. Work toward the day when Mankind is Debugged, for then all will be Upgraded and Write Protected.

A congregation usually contains 10-100 lay members, a few disciples and one Elder. Elders know those in their congregation, a few other Elders and one Reverend Programmer. Above this level, each member knows all subordinates directly assigned to him, a few members of equal rank, and a single higher ranking member.

Congregations meet on an irregular basis in the barracks of the Infrared. Requests for information or equipment are received there and
directives and missions are disseminated. Because The Computer is somewhat tolerant of this society, internal communications are fairly relaxed and informal. At lower levels, citizens often know others in their congregation; INFRARED members might openly wear FCCC-P badges. FCCC-P observes dozens upon dozens of rituals. Imagine Orthodox Judaism with a bit of Aleister Crowley and some Jehovah’s Witnesses layered on top. What you wear, the way you say things, only Cold Fun on Threeday... all kinds of things. After work shift, FCCC-P member are expected to gather for Mass in a properly requisitioned meeting hall and listen to a preacher extol the glories of The Computer and the FCCC-P. FCCC-P members must also confess regularly, to their society superiors and even to The Computer itself. Given the society’s large size, if you don’t report your sins, you can be pretty sure somebody else has already.

Friends: Pro Tech.
Enemies: Communists, Humanists, Death Leopard, Sierra Club.

Recognition signal: An FCCC-Per identifies himself by touching four points on his chest, one after the other, with each point being the
corner of an imagined square.

The Computer’s Prayer
‘Our Founder, who art Perfection, Binary be thy name.
Thy Complex fun, thy will be done
In truth, as it is in theory.
Give us each daycycle our daily Fun Foods,
And forgive us our Insubordination
As we forgive those who are Insubordinate to us.
And allow us not to get away with Treason,
But deliver us from traitors.
For Thine is the Complex, and its Hygiene,
and its Proper Procedures forevercycle.
End Program.’