Horton
** spoiler omitted **
:|
GM EYES ONLY
Horton
"Happiness Officer, you're answer so vague. Are you trying to sabotage your own prescription for happiness? That would be so disloyal."
Tru smiles ear to ear.
GETS RIGHT UP IN TRU's FACE, EYES BULGING, VEINS POPPING OUT, FACE TURNING RED
"YOUR DUTY IS TO TAKE THE PILLS I SUBSCRIBE AS HAPPINESS OFFICER! IF YOU WANT I CAN ADMINISTER THE PILLS RECTALLY!! I DON'T CARE HOW YOU TAKE THEM, TAKE THEM! YOU HAVE 3 SECONDS TO COMPLY" Spit flies into the face of Tru as Boris is screaming
"3..2...1..."
"You are not being happy, Happiness Officer."
Tru takes a picture of Boris' face. Meanwhile, Tru gulps down on the pills.
Boris and Willy are grappling on the floor and the people in line are starting to go wild.
One of the crowd members suddenly grabs Boris's unattended box of chippies and tears it open. Then he starts throwing bags of chippies randomly about the cafeteria. This really sends the people into a frenzy, and things quickly descend into mayhem, as ravenous citizens start rushing about to grab up the chip bags.
GM EYES
I see you have altered you alias citizen. However your new name still does not comply with Alphacomplex protocol. The format for name is as follows: name-security clearance letter-sector-clone number. Tru-R-GOD would be in compliance or Wantru-R-GOD would be in compliance.
"Happiness Officer, you're answer so vague. Are you trying to sabotage your own prescription for happiness? That would be so disloyal."
Tru smiles ear to ear.
GETS RIGHT UP IN TRU's FACE, EYES BULGING, VEINS POPPING OUT, FACE TURNING RED
"YOUR DUTY IS TO TAKE THE PILLS I SUBSCRIBE AS HAPPINESS OFFICER! IF YOU WANT I CAN ADMINISTER THE PILLS RECTALLY!! I DON'T CARE HOW YOU TAKE THEM, TAKE THEM! YOU HAVE 3 SECONDS TO COMPLY" Spit flies into the face of Tru as Boris is screaming
"3..2...1..."
"You are not being happy, Happiness Officer."
Tru takes a picture of Boris' face. Meanwhile, Tru gulps down on the pills.
For The Computer** spoiler omitted **
"Help Help I being oppressed!" "Come see the flaws inherent in the system!" "this Yellow citizen is bullying me!!!
Tru
Most stuff is plastic. There are plenty of plastic cafeteria trays nearby, as well as cutlery, napkins etc... If you can think of anything sharp you would likely find let me know. I does occur to you that if you pushed the button to shut the front wall of the vendobot, it might crush Horton.
For the GM's eyes only** spoiler omitted **
Will to Boris- "You whiney little b!*+! shut up!"
The yellow citizen suddenly manages to hurl you off of him, and gets to his feet. He then kicks another red citizen and grabs the bag of chips she was about to pick up off the floor. She groans and falls to the ground grabbing her stomach.
"Help Help I being oppressed!" "Come see the flaws inherent in the system!" "this Yellow citizen is bullying me!!!
Will to Boris- "You whiney little b#*~* shut up!"
The yellow citizen suddenly manages to hurl you off of him, and gets to his feet. He then kicks another red citizen and grabs the bag of chips she was about to pick up off the floor. She groans and falls to the ground grabbing her stomach.
"Help Help I being oppressed!" "Come see the flaws inherent in the system!" "this Yellow citizen is bullying me!!!
grabs PDC and films the yellow citizen stealing the chips
<Horton leaps in>
"Passmethef!@&ingchipsyouslackjawedcommietraitors.!"
GMEYESONLY** spoiler omitted **
Bob rips open his box and begins tossing Horton chips.
"Tim! Check the vendbot for treason! Yeah, yeah, have to hurry, don't hurry, you get torn apart. Have to hurry, have to live, can't die like this, stocking chips, can't die yet, ..."
In other words, Bob does not take angry mobs that well.
Tim will hook his PDC to the vendobot via the access panel circuitry and run a check on its programming. Once he does, he'll draw his laser and keep a wary eye on the crowd to be sure no one rushes him while he works.
"Recording Officer, you should keep that camera trained on these Reds and make sure that any treasonous behavior, like stealing chippies without paying, is documented. I'll get this check done as soon as I can."
GM: What do I need to roll to run the check on the bot?
"Recording Officer, you should keep that camera trained on these Reds and make sure that any treasonous behavior, like stealing chippies without paying, is documented. I'll get this check done as soon as I can."
"Already on top of it. I'm getting EVERYTHING recorded!" Logan-R-Run-3 says to Tim, and then he shouts at the mob. "You hear that you traitorous thieves? You're being filmed! The fact that you are taking chips without paying for them proves that you don't believe in capitalism! That means that you are communists and traitors! You're lucky that I don't have a grenade and a spoon!"
TRU
Tim
You manage to figure out how to use your software to scan the bots code (you can network it wirelessly, once you've punched in a few codes on the vendobot to set it up for networking). The software then begins to do it's work, so far so good.
With your knowledge of Bot programming, it wouldn't be difficult for you to make some minor changes- such as reorder the food codes, so that when a user punches in one thing they get something else, or alter the phrases in the vendobots memory or the volume it uses etc...
You also can't help but wonder what would happen to Horton if you pushed the button that closed the front wall of the vendobot, while he was inside it. If it slammed back at the same speed that it opened...
GM:
I don't want to run the risk of killing Horton and being seen pressing the button. Can I program the bot to auto-close 60 seconds after it's been opened?
Tim gives a nod to Horton.
Tru:
GM:
"Excuse me citizens, only Commies would want you to not put the chippies back"
GM: ** spoiler omitted **
<Horton nods back then jumps out of the access as fast as possible!>
GM EYES:
Horton
<Horton nods back then jumps out of the access as fast as possible!>
GM EYES:** spoiler omitted **
"Wowit'stightinthere. You'renextTru. Getinthereandloadsomechips."
<Jumps from foot to foot like he's holding his bladder.>
"Team Leader!!! I hate to inform you, my box of Happy Shapey Chippies has been absconded by these citizens. After the Vend-o-bot slammed me in the back and into the yellow citizen who proceeded to pummel me, they ripped open the box and stole my chips, I recorded it on my PDC. Perhaps if you attempted to persuade them to return them with your excellent negotiating skills"
Stands up and begins and new speech
"Ich bin ein Berliner....errr...I mean "Everyone!! Listen to my Team Leader, he has been sent by the computer to repair and fill this vend-o-bot! He is making sure capitalism is alive and well and is definitely not a Commie! He wants you to return the chippies so you can wait in line to buy them!"
"And here's Horton".....
"Oh no!!" Tru has fallen...I must revive him so he can happily fix he vendobot"
<Stands on Wantru to get a little height. Waves his laser at the looters.>
"Notpayingiscommunism. Communismistreason."
<Horton fires a warning shot into the ground near Wantru's head.>
"CALMTHEF*~&DOWNPEOPLE!"
GM EYES ONLY
Logan-R-RUN-3 is having a difficult time holding his camera steady, due to a persistant itch between his shoulder blades. And on top of his feet. And underneath the band of his tighty-whiteys. And in the crack of his butt.
He is jerking and twitching in ways that cause him to look as if he is first jogging in place and then doing the robot dance very poorly.
[/Dr. Suess]
He itches here.
He itches there.
He twitches everywhere.
He jerks to the the left.
He jerks to the right.
His quirks are out of sight.
[/Dr. Suess]
"Sir," Logan yells over the chaos, "would you like me to go in place of Tru, sir? The savages have not yet ravaged my chippies."
Boris gets a far off look in his eyes
"Friends, trainees, citizens, lend me your ears!...now is the winter of our discontent...4 score and seven sectors ago...put the chippies back...what this sector needs is an enema...Mr. Gor-B-CHF break down this wall..."
in a broken Shatner monologue back at the crowd...
"The Computer...needs...yourcredits...it.....wants...your cred..its." "As I said...commies want you toeat these chip...pies without...paying for...them..." "The commies, want, you...to be trai...tors, and des-troy the computer...so you...can...eat chippies...allthetime..., do...YOU, want to be...commies? Do...you...want to betray...the computer?"
"Sir," Logan yells over the chaos, "would you like me to go in place of Tru, sir? The savages have not yet ravaged my chippies."
"YAH,STOCKTHATF$@#ERUPLOGAN!"
"YAH,STOCKTHATf!@&ERUPLOGAN!"
At this point the cafeteria is pretty much in a state of total chaos, as citizens run about like chickens pecking at the bags of chips on the floor. Boris is off giving a tremendous oratory, but at this point only a few are actually paying attention to him, but the few that are seem quite enthralled by his words. One of them suddenly takes notice of the box of chips that Logan was considering loading into the machine, and he charges towards Logan with a plastic cafeteria tray raised over his head.
Horton- there are plenty of potential targets for your laser. There are probably about 20 or so citizens wildly trying to grab bags of chips off the floor.
Bob, already panicky over the mob, fires a shot at the charging man.
1d20+8=13
"No, they're starting to attack we can't beat them all have to get out while we still can..."
Horton- there are plenty of potential targets for your laser. There are probably about 20 or so citizens wildly trying to grab bags of chips off the floor.
GM EYES ONLY
"By the way, Tim, what does this button do?"
<Tru points to a button to the side of the Bot.>
Tim eventually looks in the direction of the voice saying his name; it seems to take a while for his eyes to focus directly on you.
"What button? That button? Why are you interested in that button?"
Boris dives for cover at the sound of the laser firing, Quickly drawing his own laser pistol
"Laser Fire?" "Those blasts are aimed at you citizens, you had better drop the chippies and flee before you get attacked by them"