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Topic: Star Trek: The Cassius Incident Recruitment
Subject: Busy Weekend Indeed
Just wanted to say thanks as well.
The concept for my Helmsman has been PM'd. Will work at sorting out the NPC roster in the next little while.
Cheers!
Posted on 2012-10-20 at 19:58:35.
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting
Subject: Lines? Order? Hoorah!
Steam settled the hoverbot as best he could, still wishfully hoping that he had been in control during the flight. Without any further distruction or injury, he saw it as a job well done and followed the rest of his team toward their destination.
This resulted in their quick arrival at an end of a very long line. Looking out at the slow progrssion, he could not help but enjoy the fact that everything was following the rules, though admittedly the system appeared to be out of date. Trusting that Friend Computer had his reasons, Steam was content to welocme the simplistic joy of line-endulging, until a thought crossed his mind.
He had lost track of the jackobot.
In fact, he could not recall any protests "observations of his piloting skills" from the small robot after the prior crash.
Displaying a broad smile as a nagging sensation began to settle, Steam tried to recall if the jackobot was mission critical. He had been busy piloting; perhaps one of the others had done something to the robot...!
Posted on 2012-10-18 at 23:13:41.
Edited on 2012-11-14 at 04:03:53 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting
Subject: Straight...Right... Left... errrrrr....
Steam beamed with pride. He had finally managed to grasp the controls in a manner that allowed the craft to accelerate and decelerate in a straight line with relative easy. He was so caught up in his happiness over this development of his trial-by-fire pilot debut that he assumed the hoverbot would take to turns in a similarly wonderful fashion.
This was not to be.
The controls for turning appeared unbalanced, enough so that, despite Steam's efforts, the hoverbot collided with a robotic streetsweeper. The resounding screams of some of his companions were of little concern as the armed forces clone attempted to stabilize a craft now shutting down. As the hoverbot came to a halt, Steam realized the screams had died away, and that a horrid sloshing sound emanated from one of the slowing industrial fans.
A gory mess was within the fan, and both Brighte and Blowz were missing. The hoverbot only reported one as dead. Further examination of the fan offered a glimmer of grim-joy, a fragment of red hat was caught within the blades; the grating speech patterns of Blowz would surely be rectified in his reincarnation. Unless there was a mutation....
He pushed the thought from his mind. The replacement should be a purified clone, free from mutagen contamination; there was screening for that after all!
Looking over the situation at hand, Steam was relieved to find that both the hoverbot and streetsweeping bot were largely undamaged. This boded well for him, as he would have less in damages to pay for, however he had to reflect on why the crash occurred in the first place; perhaps traitorous sabotage was at work!
These were the thoughts Steam contemplated as he happily watched the streetsweeper remove the minced bits of a potential mutant.
Posted on 2012-10-06 at 03:05:40.
Edited on 2012-10-06 at 22:44:15 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Red Dwarf X
Subject: Heheheheh
Thanks for the heads up Loki. Awesome news. 
Posted on 2012-10-05 at 20:50:20.
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting Q&A
Subject: Processing.
Post to come later tonight. Tidying up a portion of my senior design project first.
-T_O
Posted on 2012-10-05 at 20:47:54.
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting Q&A
Subject: *Happy Grin*
Why of course. We are all equal citizens happily at Friend Computer's disposal.
Posted on 2012-09-28 at 17:51:59.
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting Q&A
Subject: Inefficiency is Treason
Friend Computer expects efficieny, and we Loyal citizens happily oblige.
Moreso, we Loyal citizens are especially happy about Friend Computer's return.
Posted on 2012-09-28 at 17:40:04.
Edited on 2012-09-28 at 17:43:44 by Tuned_Out
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Topic: Paranoia: Adventures in Clonesitting
Subject: Flyboy
That task of operating the hoverbot was certainly more daunting than Steam had expected, but he bashfully kept at it. That is to say that he was flustered but continued, not that he bashed the controls; certainly such actions would be either ineffective or counter-productive, bringing upon him the deserved scorn of his companions and, more importantly, Friend Computer.
He quickly did away with any thoughts of violently handling the controls.
At the 'suggestion' of the Jackobot, Steam began requesting assistance from the hoverbot. The procedure created a nagging sensation in his mind, as the Jackobot had of course also had 'words of advice' when he had been brought to harm before; at least all was currently well.
The hoverbot began to rise, although lopsided, and by the time Steam has settled it out Artie was already chirping up some sort of jot-noted speech; the clone may as well have recited notations.
Giving an absentminded nod when Artie said his name, Steam continued to look forward. The last thing he wanted was to crash by looking away from where he was flying.
...at the very least he liked to think 'he' was flying...
Posted on 2012-09-28 at 04:19:39.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Update
I have posted a small update, being the contents of my notebook. I may post again if there becomes more to act upon, but it seemed appropriate.
Cheers
-T_O
Posted on 2012-09-09 at 22:07:28.
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Topic: The Leather Coats Avengers
Subject: TORAAD, Disbelief
The appearance of an old, gnarled tree upon the wagon trail left Toraad confused. It had not been there when he and Sir Cal had departed the location where they had ambushed some goblins, though surely it looked real enough. What truly stumped the Dwarf was what he saw ensnared within its branches: there lay his splintered javelins and the prized sword of his companion.
However, the Cleric had little time to contemplate how said items had removed themselves from goblin corpses and solid wood, for no sooner had the adventurers come to a halt than the branches suddenly cast the weapons in their direction.
Caught off guard by this display, Toraad barely caught the words: "They be sticks he says!" The Dwarf felt a distinct uneasiness having his words thrown back at him under such circumstances; he was unsure what exactly it was they were encountering.
In his travels Toraad had heard many tales strange creatures that lived amid forests, living trees and trickster sprites that melded with wood. Often times however he completely disregarded such tales. Some times the tales were clearly fables. and other times they seemed as mere surfacer pranks trying to fool a Dwarf long-since away from home. Now facing a situation similar to such stories Toraad was simply unsure what to do.
A dumbfounded "Er...." was all that came when he tried to find his voice, sharing a sidelong glance with the equally confused Sir Cal as the pair realized the Elf Danamar had moved in to investigate further. Toraad hoped he knew what he was doing.
Posted on 2012-09-09 at 22:05:48.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Getting things back on track...maybe
I've managed to sort out most of my returning to uni stuff and pinpointed the location of previously mentioned missing notebook. I intend to post this weekend, and we'll see if we cant try to get some life back into the game
Posted on 2012-09-07 at 01:14:32.
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Topic: Good Old Froth-n-Slosh for All.......
Subject: *raises mug*
Cheers
Happy Birthday Mate
Posted on 2012-09-07 at 01:11:17.
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Topic: Prayer Drive
Subject: Indeed.
I wish you well in your endeavours friend.
As Ziklag noted, we'll try to fix this snag we've hit in game while your away.
Posted on 2012-08-07 at 16:18:01.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: I hear you
Got caught up is things as well. Post is written in a note book somewhere around here, just need to find it; gee this room is a mess...
Will hopefully update soon. Looking forward to this most interesting encounter.
Posted on 2012-07-22 at 04:31:06.
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Topic: Who Owns Rusty Dull Swords? (W.O.R.D.S.)
Subject: restart, in a sense
Necromancers
Neutral
Evil
Clerics
Rarely
Orate
Motivations
And
Neatly
Conduct
Erratic
Rituals
Systematically
Posted on 2012-06-30 at 05:29:36.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Repost...
of Khash & Braydyn is up.
Work upon collab with Celeste is underway.
Ne'er fear, we'll be ship shape (or at least shape enough to ship out) in no time.
Posted on 2012-06-30 at 05:19:32.
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Topic: Tales from the Smuggler's Moon
Subject: Khash & Braydyn - Rum Run
Early Evening - The Sea Market, The Docks District, Freeport
As the Brothers Hawkes reached the waterfront portion of the docks district, it dawned upon Khash that he'd completely forgotten the one personal thing he had meant to do ashore. There was still the matter of replacing the bottle of rum he had selfishly downed the night before. No doubt by now Halfpenny would have taken stock of the supplies, and if the small quartermaster had linked the bottle's disappearance with Khash's own late rising that morning... there would be an earful at the very least. It would not be the first time the two of them clashed, but, especially where the ship would be setting out in the morning, it would be best to avoid conflicts with crewmates. It then also occurred to the first-mate that it might be a good idea to pick up extra, fer personal reasons, such as dealing with the ever-increasing magicks that were trying to take over the Moon's affairs. With this in mind Khash quickly pulled Jarek aside and, using Willow's present as an example, explained he was going to make a quick detour; the half-orc then grabbed Braydyn by the shirt collar, wheeled him about towards the direction of the Sea Market, and lead the anxious - and now somewhat disoriented- halfling away.
Once his initial confusion had subsided however, the merchant halfling was less than happy about the idea; the half-orc had dragged him further from safety. With the dimming lights of evening cast over Freeport Braydyn was extremely nervous about the trip. Not only was the Sea Market a dangerous place during the daytime, the thought of it at night once the Watch ceased their patrols was unnerving, especially considering the HBA was undoubtedly searching for him; they likely had people watching for him everywhere by now! Even considering Khash's size, there was no guarantee of security.
"I should be on the ship, not in the streets" Braydyn muttered unconsciously.
Khash let out a rumbling chuckle at Braydyn's words "If'n ye'd had ratterd go wid Jarek ye could uv mate. I jus thought what wid yer skills, ye'd be able ta help make dis trip quik!"
The words hit Braydyn like a slap across the face. I could have made a choice? What do you mean I could have made a choice! He had not thought of that. He had just been swept up in the sudden change in direction and not thought to voice protest until now. In fact it occurred to Braydyn that since he started dealing with the Hawkes brothers he hadn't had much say in anything. Flying across barrooms, strange encounters with wealthy primates in back alleyways, sudden detours; hopefully things would settle down a bit, maybe.
With a sigh of agitation, Braydyn looked up at the grinning half-orc. "Ye could'n 'ave mentioned that b'fore we left, aye? Ye giant arse." Khash snorted at the remark, but Braydyn continued. "Les' just take care o' yer soddin' task 'fore somthing else crazy happens."
Within the market itself there was still a fair amount of traffic despite the waning daylight. Last minute bargain-seekers and those trying to avoid the bustling crowds of the day convened at the tents and stalls of merchants, both seedy and otherwise, preparing to close for the day or packing up for another journey with their unsold wares. Meandering through the market, Khash made a quick trip towards the nearest provider of spirits, whilst Braydyn to extra care to stay with him and scan the crowd for anyone looking at them too closely. The halfling thought he caught the gaze of the half-elf at one point, but then he was far more concerned about his brethren than presumably some thief looking for a mark.
Casting a final glance around them, Braydyn turned and found Khash arguing over the price of two bottles of rum with a seedy looking slime of a merchant. It seemed that 'due to the hour' the merchant was charging extra, yet the bottles and many others like them were still upon his stall. The halfling could only roll his eyes with contempt. Fed up and impatient to get going, Braydyn snapped into action.
"Look" He piped up, causing the merchant to suddenly lean over the counter to look at him "Ye can keep arguing if ye like ser, but yer gonna be robbed." Braydon pointed just beyond the stall behind the man, to where a couple of urchins were, coincidentally, watching them. As the man turned to deal with the supposed thieves, Braydyn snatched the knife from Khash's belt, cut the purse a careless passerby, dropped it on the stall and pushed the bottles to Khash. "Move!" He breathed, tired of this situation. Khash simply grinned and accepted the gesture. The pair then began to cut back across the market, making haste for the ship. Out of he corner of his eye however, Braydyn could have sworn he saw the same half-elf as before, a small figure leaving his side.
Late Evening- The Docks District waterfront, Freeport
The trek back to the waterfront nearest The Moon had been uneventful, though Braydyn could swear he felt eyes upon him. Unaware there was any need to worry, his half-orc companion had begun to partake in one of the bottles of rum they had secured, a matter which only encouraged Braydyn to continue is vigilant analysis of every nook and cranny they passed. That last thing he wanted was to be caught unaware, but Khash was being distracting with his continued attempts "improv 'is muud" either with jokes or of; the settling in of the half-orc's slur was no comfort.
As their destination came into sight however, Braydyn began to try to relax. It would only take a short while to reach the boat, and the morning tide would free him from this dangerous cesspool he unfortunately called home. Khash's ramblings of adventure even began to gain an entertaining light, as they were scatterbrained, with constant remarks of "Wil tell et bettaa" and "Wai', no, dat wuudnt itt". Braydyn was doubtful there was a consistent fact in any of it -such as Jarek swinging from the rigging in a tavern to acquire spice for a travelling band of wenches- but the halfling's spirits had risen so much that he actually began laughing along. However the moments to come left the merchant cursing ever letting his guard down.
With The Smuggler's Moon just two ships away, Braydyn suddenly felt himself get grappled from his side, a hand covering his mouth and a knife placed to his back. Unaware of the situation, Khash kept walking forward recanting some story and chuckling.
"Sorry Shortcloak," an oddly familiar, although shaky voice whispered. "Its you er me, ans I dun wanna go out like dis."
Braydyn froze at those words. Someone in the HBA had nabbed him and was starting to pull him aside from prying eyes, though their small statures kept them out of the views of most. Fear and anger swelled in Braydyn's mind. Worse still he realized that the only knife he carried was lost among the wreckage of a tavern brawl, and he'd returned Khash's blade after they'd made off with the rum. Hopeless began to set in as he couldn't think of a way out.
A few strides away however, Khash took a long swill of rum and turned to where his companion should have been with a tusky grin, only to be dumbfounded by his sudden absence. Casting hasty, drunken glances about, the half-orc barely spotted what he thought could be his two copies of his companion behind him. At such a sight Khash's heart sank, not wanting to deal with the possibility of more magicks at this hour; there would be enough of it the days to come. Still, he thought he should check to see what had slowed down Braydyn and Braydyn.
At the sudden call from a drunken half-orc, it was Braydyn's attacker's turn to tense up, an opportunity the merchant was not willing to pass up. Suddenly slipping his elbow back, Braydyn managed to deflect the knife from plunging into his back, instead causing it to slash across it, however the motion let him break his foe's grasp and turn to face him. Surprised recognition flashed across Braydyn's face as he identified the same weasel that had broken into his room that morning, though he had little time to think about it.
Whoooossssssshhh. Whothhum. Whhooothuump.
The sudden whistling of a crossbow bolt flying just off the mark was echoed by the sudden shattering of glass and the rumbling curses Khash; his half-empty rum bottle had exploded in his hand, and glass shard had cut up his arm. But the bolt had not been alone. Neither halfling had time to react as a a bolt planted itself in the back of Tucker's leg causing him to cry out. As the would-be attacker dove to the side, yet another bolt sunk into Braydyn's gut. A moment of stumbling backwards ended in the ground rushing up to meet him, the shades of three figures on rooftops fading as the world turned into blackness.
As night fell over Freeport, the crew of The Smuggler's Moon witnessed a scene most would not have expected on the first night of shore leave. Deckhands finishing up their duties were suddenly leaping aside as their first-mate came barrelling up the gangplank, bellowing for Marlow and not concerning himself with any who were in his way. Those observant enough to catch a full glimpse, such as the Captain rigging up his hammock, witnessed the half-orc covered in blood and glass with a bottle tucked under one arm and the small form of what was either a child or a halfling in the other.
Night - Somewhere in Freeport
Tucker groaned in pain as he snapped the wooden shaft of the bolt in his leg, then began about tying cloth around the wound. He had not the means to extract the tip, and each step he took burnt with fiery pain, but he had to keep moving. The half-orc had ruined his capture of Shortcloak, and other members of the HBA had taken care of the matter; problem was neither he nor they could confirm that Shortcloak was finished, for the half-orc had scooped him up and run off. Without a confirmation, Tucker figured his life was still in jeopardy, especially where the others had shot him. With grim determination he pressed on; perhaps he could find a place to hide, but more importantly he needed to attend to his leg... and perhaps the means for a disguise.
Night - Hookridge's Dwelling, Freeport
Despite the darkness of night Arv Hookridge was still awake in his study, awaiting news of the orders he'd issued. It had not been the best of days for him, and he found himself wishing he had kept Tucker captive so he could take his stress out on something. Alas, he admitted to himself, that would have been selfish, unproductive, and, in all fairness unjust of him; even a screwup like the young thief deserved a chance to fix his mistakes. A sick grin crossed his face as he mused about the possibility of Tucker even standing a chance to capture Shortcloak, given the fleeing merchants company and the state he had left Tucker in. Still, he had been at this game long enough to know that desperation could be wonderfully motivating.
A sudden knock at his chamber door broke Hookridge from his thoughts, and taking a moment to settle himself he moved to let in his 'guest'. Clade in cloaks and armed with empty crossbows, three halflings entered the room. Each nodded acknowledgement to their host before tossing their crossbows into the fireplace as kindling; such devices were easily replaceable. Afterwards they explained the situation; Shortcloak had been sited and suffered what should be a fatal wound though they could not confirm his death; Tucker had, to Hookridge's bitter amusement, actually been on the scene as well, though none knew what happened to him. Sighing, Hookridge dismissed his men and retired for the night; things could never just be easy.
Posted on 2012-06-30 at 05:17:45.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: Indeed, RL
Canada Day this weekend has me rather tied up. Still need to do a bit of editing with the post.
But yes, Toraad and Cal apologize and let Danamar do ALL the talking .... 
Posted on 2012-06-30 at 05:15:23.
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Topic: Website Crash!!!
Subject: Indeed.
I'm lucky in that I keep backups of my game posts.
Simple matter of pen and paper notebook, then scribed to computer notepad, then to site.
Tedious I suppose, but the change of thought is there. Also allows for editing.
Anyway, I'm, of course, sorry that such a crash occurred. At least now I know why I couldn't access the site earlier.
Posted on 2012-06-28 at 06:57:22.
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Topic: Friend Computer wants you!
Subject: Courtesy Bump
Friend Computer requires the attentions of one additional troubleshooter.
It is a fun and happy experience!
Hurry and apply for this honor and join our team!
And remember, Friend Computer wants you!
Posted on 2012-06-23 at 02:23:04.
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Topic: LC Avengers QnA
Subject: aha
Indeed, need to work the response some more. I'm (and Toraad would be) certainly baffled as to what just happened, but it was a wonderful surprise nonetheless.
Posted on 2012-06-19 at 18:28:24.
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Topic: Smuggler's Moon Q&A
Subject: Secured my notebook
So I'll have the posts filled in sometime tomorrow; pile of errands to run today.
Good to see the crew starting to come back too, so hopefully we can fall back into the game.
Cheers!
-T_O
Posted on 2012-06-19 at 18:26:32.
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Topic: Warm Weather Working Intermission!
Subject: Yays
Welcome back!
Posted on 2012-06-19 at 18:24:38.
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Topic: Guess who is baaaack
Subject: Welcome back
Nice to see ya
Posted on 2012-06-19 at 18:23:56.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: ...more robots...
chrome robot overlords.
Posted on 2012-06-16 at 14:44:18.
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