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Hmmm, I take a nap. and all of this happens!

This room is a quantum field exception, and we are just prisoners here of our own device

Aye. Beats being a prisoner of someone else's, I suppose.

[steam comes out of one ear] [Doesn't notice]

[Stretches] That's better. [Looks down] I should probably replace my clothes at this point. [Wanders into wardrobe]

I'm not a prisoner, I could simply turn off my Xbox.

I wont, though, since that equals minus kills.

Meow!! Meow!! Meow!!

*purrs very loudly*

 shasolenzabi wrote:
Hmmm, I take a nap. and all of this happens!

This room is a quantum field exception, and we are just prisoners here of our own device

WHERE ARE WE?

JUST TELL ME.

We're in the avatar room. *purrs*

Operation: Avatar Room, you mean.

*Clockwork replaces hole made by knife*

*Crawls over to Badrukk and pets while watching BC's legs grow back*

I can't detect anything wrong. I wonder what that did?

Wonder what did what, Verviedi?

 thenoobbomb wrote:
I'm not a prisoner, I could simply turn off my Xbox.

I wont, though, since that equals minus kills.

How do you sleep, though? Or eat? [Concerned]

Speaking of which.. Sleep time. [Pulls down hat] Hopefully I will wake up with the correct count of extremities for once.
[Daemonette in welding mask perks up ears and leans out of kitchen] No. I said sleeping time. Good grief.

Meow meow meow!

That cocktail. It has a truly ridiculous chemical makeup, but it doesn't seem to be affecting you at all. That either means your liver is working, or it's something viral or bacterial. Or possibly even a perfectly normal, benign drink.

*Walks back in and stands perfectly still in the corner*

*Cloud of clockwork butterflies dispensing harmless opiates fly around*

This is the single most useless random ability any of my forms have ever had.

*Attempts sending morse code messages with a heavy bolter*

DAKKAdakka dak dak dakkaDAK DAKKA dakdakdakDAKKADAKKA

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Wonder what did what, Verviedi?

 thenoobbomb wrote:
I'm not a prisoner, I could simply turn off my Xbox.

I wont, though, since that equals minus kills.

How do you sleep, though? Or eat? [Concerned]

Speaking of which.. Sleep time. [Pulls down hat] Hopefully I will wake up with the correct count of extremities for once.
[Daemonette in welding mask perks up ears and leans out of kitchen] No. I said sleeping time. Good grief.

Battlefield is my food.

*Carefully puts the drink down and steps away from it*

I think I'd better go round up the Knarlocs and make sure the nids didn't damage the fence.

*goes with 2BlackJack1 to find no damage*

It appears that your legs have regrown. You should now be able to function normally.

OOC: My quick reply is back

OOC: how did you lose it?

Merow...*falls asleep next to BC*

[Wakes up] ...? [Watches butterflies] Pretty. [Holds out hand, lets one land]

[Looks down] Oh hey, toes! [Grins]

*starts purring and marking BC*

Oh, hello Kaptin Kitty. You're very pretty too.

*purrs very loudly*

*Sits down cross-legged in the middle of the room*

*Invites cat onto my lap*

*Belches loudly*

"What was in that drink?"

*The Zerg Overmind speaks into my mind: "Evolution Complete"*

"Now my Needle Spines can hit things even further away. Let's try that on the guy with the heavy bolter trying to send a message..."

*Opens chest and shoots needles at Zgort. A couple of them miss and stick in the fence that 2BlackJack1 is inspecting*

From the taste it was mostly raw methylated spirits, glitter and some fairly obtuse aphrodisiac. Neither of which would cause you any ill effect as a giant, acid spitting, far more advanced alien. Might clean your jaws a little, I guess.

[Curls up to nap more]

 Selym wrote:

 shasolenzabi wrote:
Hmmm, I take a nap. and all of this happens!

This room is a quantum field exception, and we are just prisoners here of our own device

WHERE ARE WE?

JUST TELL ME.

I suppose you could say it is Limbo, or that it may be hell of sorts, or just in between dimensions, and it does exist, it is a place where folks can't hurt each other quite so permanently. It is not the first such place I have inhabited. Oh and while you exist here, your diseases will not do much more than cause sniffles or coughing. So anyone want some spicey dragon dumplings and cocktails?

*sits on Verviedi's lap*

Meow? *purrs*

*Pets Badrukk while staring at the wall*

++RECIEVING DATA CODEC - ENCRYPTION LEVEL MAGENTA++

++DOWNLOADING...++

++DISPLAY CONTENTS? Y/N++

***Y***

++ACCESS GRANTED++

In response to your most recent heresies, we summon you to Mars to stand trial. You can not escape.

++MESSAGE END++

++SELF-DESTRUCT ACTIVATED++

Ahgghhhh!

*Throws exploding dataslate at TNB*

I have detected that you have passed the point where sleeping for a longer time would benefit you in any way.

*grabs dataslate and throws it back before it explodes*

Learn to play, noob.

[Yawns] [Mutters] It benefits me in sleep, that I don't have to face the grinding misery of my own existence.

[Blinks] Uh, I mean, the chair is very soft. Have some whimsy rhetoric. [Waves hand]

Mars, huh? What did you do to rattle their particular cage?
And we'll protect you. I mean, try to. How bad could it be...

You sound like an edgelord!