The flashing lights and the klaxon stops as the doors slam open with enough force to send Chuckle's broken body down the passageway You hear some interesting new noises as Chuckle's body bounces down the corridor, his limbs flailing in new and interesting positions, it makes the acrobats of PRN sector appear to be inflexible as sugar-like torus eating Internal Security agents at Yum-Yum GoNuts!.
SAM:
"Hey, Chuckles! Could you go back and do that again! I didn't quite catch it the first time!" *Points at camera*
The flashing lights and the klaxon stops as the doors slam open with enough force to send Chuckle's broken body down the passageway You hear some interesting new noises as Chuckle's body bounces down the corridor, his limbs flailing in new and interesting positions, it makes the acrobats of PRN sector appear to be inflexible as sugar-like torus eating Internal Security agents at Yum-Yum GoNuts!.
The ever-incoherent Chuckles' last words before his mangled body comes to a bouncing halt, "DIZAFRABADOoOOoOoOOo!!"
The ever-incoherent Chuckles' last words before his mangled body comes to a bouncing halt, "DIZAFRABADOoOOoOoOOo!!"
"Is that a no?"
Chuckles lands in front of the elevator, pills scattering everywhere as the elevator doors close on Chuckles arm, keeping the doors from closing...
Elevatorbot: "Excuse me, could one of you please move that red citizen out of the way?"
Chuckles:
Liam:
The chemical matrix disolves from around him (completely this time), and Whatt-R-BTL-2 pitches forward onto the floor blinking in the new light.
"And lo, the Anchorite is removed from his penitent duties of contemplating The Computer's magnificence into the Sector to be The Computer's active will."
He grasp's Sam's leg and starts pulling himself upright, very wobbily, but insistent. He pauses as he reaches Sam's badge.
"Ah...Troubleshooter Sam, the Team Leader... Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! A pleasure to remeet you. In the glorious name of The Computer, I welcome walking in Sevice to the Servers with you, Brother." He hugs Sam tightly.
"Let us Fileshare the Good News, Team Leader!
10 All Glory to The Computer
20 Exhault in the Daycycle The Computer has made
30 Give death to the Commie mutant scum that is vile in The Computer's sight
40 Goto 10
Amen"
Liam focuses on Whatt as he awakens and begins his speech.
GM:
Whatt lets go of Sam and trots on wobbly legs across to his predecessor's corpse. He looks down at the first Whatt's one blankly staring eye with a tight-lipped smile. "May you find peace as your spirit is uploaded into Friend Computer's Great External Hard Drive. Diodes to diodes, ports to port. End Program." He makes a symbol on his chest by touching 4 points anti-clockwise. He then gets all of the necessary gear off of the lump of meat that was Whatt-R-BTL-1 making sure to get the Loyalty Officer Badge and Notebook.
Before returning to the R&D doors, he pelts over to the elevatorbot and nudges Chuckle's arm in so that the doors can close. It was a simple request by one of The Computer's service instruments, one that could otherwise impact the efficiency of the Sector.
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Hygiene Officer calls for corpse clean-up.
Sam looks at Whatt.
Pleased to meet you. Your previous clone had a terrible accident, but I'm sure you are going to have fruitful and productive existence serving the computer
Sam walks into R&D eager to see what is going on.
Trouble shooter team PZO reporting for duty!
A Clean-up Bot shows up, it scoops up the corpse of both Chuckles and Whatt, after taking a series of flash pictures. and some laser measurements.
"Analyzing cause of death...Chuckles-R-DRR-1...massive hemorraging, internal injuries, fractured skull, brain damage, cardiac arrest...sending report to Internal security"
"Analyzing cause of death...Whatt-R-BTL-1...single precise laser blast to brain...sending report to Internal security."
There's then the sounds of whirling and bone crunching and sickly squishing...
The clean-up bot then whirls around and heads into the elevator bot
"Food Vats please..." as the bot whistles a little Yum Yum dity...
Liam follows Sam towards R&D.
GM:
Whatt fishes the Loyalty notebook out of his pocket and taps it with his pen a couple of times in though. He opens it a jots down a quick note, then stows it away again. He smiles benignly at the rest of the group and enters into the R&D room.
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"No, no, no citizens, that couldn't be further from the truth. There is nothing to be worried about. I've been assured that the blue glow you are seeing in the infrared barracks is not from a radiation leak in the reactor on level 6." *Beep!* "Excuse me a moment citizens..."
"I'm sorry citizens, I don't have time for any more questions right now. I'll leave you to your duties working on reactor shielding. I'm sure everything will be fine, The Computer wouldn't assign fine infrared citizens such as you lot to a position that would be hazardous to your health. Remember, complaints are signs of unhappiness and happiness is mandatory. Have a good day citizens!"
Mo checks his PDC for the quickest route, within his clearance, to R&D Incendiary Testing Grounds before heading off to meet with the rest of his troubleshooter group.
Also, I've got the information for my secret society so you don't need to type it all out again.
If you want me to just show up with the rest of the group I can do that.
"No, no, no citizens, that couldn't be further from the truth. There is nothing to be worried about. I've been assured that the blue glow you are seeing in the infrared barracks is not from a radiation leak in the reactor on level 6." *Beep!* "Excuse me a moment citizens..."
** spoiler omitted **
"I'm sorry citizens, I don't have time for any more questions right now. I'll leave you to your duties working on reactor shielding. I'm sure everything will be fine, The Computer wouldn't assign fine infrared citizens such as you lot to a position that would be hazardous to your health. Remember, complaints are signs of unhappiness and happiness is mandatory. Have a good day citizens!"
Mo checks his PDC for the quickest route, within his clearance, to R&D Incendiary Testing Grounds before heading off to meet with the rest of his troubleshooter group.
** spoiler omitted **
Hey Mo!
Hey Mo! ** spoiler omitted **
I love how not only am I totally incompetent when it comes to nuclear engineering, but also in oratory. I couldn't convince citizens that things are all right even if I did know what I was talking about! I still need to figure out how to integrate this all with his secret society membership. If I'm that bad at nuclear engineering, would attempts at sabotage end up miraculously fixing things?
Also, how would you like me to meet up with the rest of the team? Did you want me to describe the journey myself or did you want to run some obstacle before I meet up with everyone?
One final question, do I get some equipment later on, or am I on my own, just trying to scrounge whatever I can find? Would it be possible to stop by an infrared market on my way there? I don't have much in the way of credits, but I do have some stuff I could trade. Surely I don't need two bullhorns. Maybe I could pick up a laser barrel in exchange.
"The guy at the stall just around the corner was going to trade a red laser barrel for my bullhorn, but I like you, so I wanted to give you first shot at any trades. I'll even throw in a gallon of cold fun if you make that two laser barrels!"
Mo!
Ding! The elevatorbot returns again to the corridor... When the doors open there are two citizens in the elevator. A hulking red citizen of them has an 18"x18"x18" red crate...I got a delivery here for a Sam-O-SPD-1...Team Leader of POZ-422.
Mo!
Tataz is rolling around in severe pain...it appears debilitating...
Another delivery for me! Wow I'm a popular guy. Send it over here!
Chuckles please do something for Tataz. Give her some pills or something. She appears to be in extreme pain. I feel terrible about her tata.
Another delivery for me! Wow I'm a popular guy. Send it over here!
Chuckles please do something for Tataz. Give her some pills or something. She appears to be in extreme pain. I feel terrible about her tata.
Mo-R-ATM briefly wonders why there is a red citizen rolling around on the floor in pain before carefully stepping around the crate out into the hallway and addressing Sam, Leader of Team POZ-422.
This is the R&D Incendiary Testing Grounds right? I was supposed to meet up with Troubleshooter Team PZO-224 somewhere around here. You wouldn't happen to have seen any other troubleshooter teams around here have you?
The man with the camera zooms in at the new citizen, recording his every move.
The man with the camera zooms in at the new citizen, recording his every move.
Mo enthusiastically waves to the camera
Some of you might wonder why Sam is telling Chuckles who was killed mere minutes ago to make Tataz in less pain...you also wonder a little who POZ-422 is and if Sam got promoted to Orange...since Sam does not appear to notice these things...
Liam waves back for no apparent reason.
GM:
Oh, and do I know enough of the Marital Arts to ease Tataz's pain, if you know what I mean.
Liam waves back for no apparent reason.
GM:** spoiler omitted **
Chuckles:
Liam:
You hear a muffled but familiar voice from inside the crate.
"Hey pals! Can I get a little help here? I can't seem to feel my limbs." ::exuberant laugh::
Liam stops focusing on the waving lunatic and zooms in on the crate.
Whatt shrugs to Chuckles (oblivious to the fact that he is in a crate and therefore cannot see him) "Sorry, Chuckles-R-DRR-2, but I'm not cleared to open equipment designated for an Orange Citizen."
Chuckles gets impatient and starts knocking frantically on the lid of the crate from the inside, "Hey...hey buddies! Why don't we play a game? It's called 'who can open the crate the fastest?' READYSETGO! ...c'mon, guys! I'll time you. One-onethousand, two-onethousand, three-onethousand..."
Chuckles gets impatient and starts knocking frantically on the lid of the crate from the inside, "Hey...hey buddies! Why don't we play a game? It's called 'who can open the crate the fastest?' READYSETGO! ...c'mon, guys! I'll time you. One-onethousand, two-onethousand, three-onethousand..."
"You got yourself into that crate, you can get yourself out."
Yes, Sam-O-SPD, and the Team Leader Sam-R-SPD accepted it.
As the Team Leader steps into the R&D, a blast of heat travels down the corridor, you can see blasts of flame exploding from the walls, large explosions, small explosions, you even see an IR citizen with a HUGE GRIN on his face holding a small pen, he clicks the button to extend the tip of the pen, and then hauls back to hurl it, it explodes in his hand as he throws it, and he ends up throwing bits of his hand down the range. "Yowie Yow ZOW WOW!!" "I LOVE THE @#$%!F@# Computer!!"
Let's stoke those fires, and get this game moving at full speed again!!!
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Chuckles:
He happily goes over to the crate and tries to open it. If he can't get it open he'll consider using his laser to deal with it.
Inside the crate, Chuckles is packed tighter than a tin of sardines, his body is so contorted and twisted that you can barely recognize him. His face is squished up against the side of the crate, and when he tries to smile at you, he drools all down the side. His left foot is up by his right cheek, putting a boot mark in his face. His right hand is being crushed into his own leg. His left arm is bent backwards so that his left hand is touching the back of his head. He attempts to wave. Only his fingertips twitch slightly.
"Hey, team leader, ol' uh...pal. Could you...assist with my removal? The feeling is starting to come back to my arms and legs and...it's pretty unpleasant! ::guffaw:: I'm in excruciating pain! hahaha!"
The top...conveniently located to the side now, pops open, Chuckles is squished inside like a contortionist, head down with his neck torqued to the side, looks painful...the rest of the box falls open then, comically Chuckles stays in the same position, seems his joints are locked up from being carelessly stuffed in the decanting storage container.
Always willing to help a fellow citizen in need, Mo attempts to untangle Chuckles limbs from one another.
How did you manage to do that? The leg comes out like this and the arm is supposed to twist back around like-no wait that's not it. What if I twist it like this? I know!
Mo motions to the other troubleshooters.
I need one of you to grab his right leg and pull as hard as you can while I twist this arm back around. That should pop everything back into place!
Not one to shirk away from a reasonable request, Whatt attempts to assist Mo and Chuckles. He grabs what appears to be Chuckles right leg and will jerk as hard as he can.
As he leans in he talks softly to Chuckles "So, Chuckles, have you accepted The Computer as your official savior? Because I have some lovely pamphlets..."
Sam:
Chuckles glances up at Mo-R-ATM and furrows his brow as he's being forcefully removed from the crate. "Who are yooouuuoooOW! Oooooh watch it, that really gave my leg a good twist! Or was that my arm? ...Did anyone else hear that crunch?"
Troubleshooter Mo, the computer has sent me no notification that we were to receive any new members, but I'm happy to have you aboard none the less. In fact, we might be in need of a new HO. Do you think you'd be a good HO? Good work on getting Chuckles out of the crate, though I thin you need to twist that leg more to the left.
Sam looks longingly towards R&D.
Liam records Chuckles' rearrangement with entirely too much interest.
Chuckles glances up at Mo-R-ATM and furrows his brow as he's being forcefully removed from the crate. "Who are yooouuuoooOW! Oooooh watch it, that really gave my leg a good twist! Or was that my arm? ...Did anyone else hear that crunch?"
I didn't hear anything. Did anyone else hear anything? Wasn't "hearing things that no one else can hear" 247th on The Computer's latest "Possible Symptoms of Mutation"? Or was #247 "spontaneously combusts"? I can't remember. We should probably get a docbot to look at you if this continues...
Troubleshooter Mo, the computer has sent me no notification that we were to receive any new members, but I'm happy to have you aboard none the less. In fact, we might be in need of a new HO. Do you think you'd be a good HO? Good work on getting Chuckles out of the crate, though I thin you need to twist that leg more to the left.
Sam looks longingly towards R&D.
You didn't get a notice? Friend Computer sent me a notice. Surely The Computer wouldn't forget to send the team leader a notice of additional troubleshooter support.
Of course I'd be thrilled to serve as your new Hygiene Officer. As they say, "A clean team is a happy team."
I'm sure Chuckles will be fine once he's had a chance to walk it off. He's probably still just stiff from being in that crate.
Once Chuckles has been untangled, Mo helps him to his feet and falls into place as once the group heads into R&D.