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Experimenting. There are a viraitey of scanners built into the tool, I want to see what happens.

Oh.

 Co'tor Shas wrote:
*takes a small, but highly functional multi-tool and places it in Selym*

The Amazing Magic Chainthrower Omnitool
Exactly what it says on the tin. It's hard to improve fine toolery.
So I made it out of Living Metal
And added a Flamethrower.
And a Chainblade, a Powerfield, and an Internal Plasma Reactor.
And coded it to Co'tor's DNA, so only he can use it.
Opens all locks, fixes all items, kills all things.
Only one downside.
It's so complicated that the select function mechanism operates at a quantum level.
Thus, you can either know what you set it to /or/ what it will do when activated. Not both.

OOC: What happened to CREEEEEEEEEED?

*stares at took*

I...I...


This is going to be fun!

 Matthew wrote:
OOC: What happened to CREEEEEEEEEED?

OOC: Wish I knew, buddy. Last I heard from him was way back in the 100s pages, if that makes any sense.

 JamesGang wrote:
MATTHEW WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE ORDER WAS GIVEN TO DESTROY FRANCE ?
MATTHEW WHO GAVE THE ORDER TO DESTROY FRANCE?
MATTHEW HOW MUCH CREAM DO I PUT IN MY COFFEE?
MATTHEW HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR FRENCH FRIES?!

 Matthew wrote:

 JamesGang wrote:
MATTHEW WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE ORDER WAS GIVEN TO DESTROY FRANCE ?
MATTHEW WHO GAVE THE ORDER TO DESTROY FRANCE?
MATTHEW HOW MUCH CREAM DO I PUT IN MY COFFEE?
MATTHEW HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR FRENCH FRIES?!

OOC: Here is CREEEEED's last post.

Me: Wow, that carapace has a really large, clean, open space on it, perfect for a drawing.

Me an hour later: That carapace has a large space on it.

 zombiekila707 wrote:
You muties are welcome just don't try and eat one of my men.

*looks up from the body of a dead enclave soldier and quickly swallows*

... Oops

[Creeps out of tank looking slightly tidier] She finally wore herself out... Turns out Slaaneshi daemons are a bit like... batteries... They charge up over time if you don't let the energy out somehow. [Sits down very gingerly]
[Looks at clock] ...Everything just became one depraved blur after the first five hours, if I'm honest. I should probably drink something.

[Notices SYL and ZK] Hey! No hard drug dealing in the room! Take your mucky business outside! [Points]

[Suspects that irony is a type of metal used to make helmets]

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Creeps out of tank looking slightly tidier] She finally wore herself out... Turns out Slaaneshi daemons are a bit like... batteries... They charge up over time if you don't let the energy out somehow. [Sits down very gingerly]
[Looks at clock] ...Everything just became one depraved blur after the first five hours, if I'm honest. I should probably drink something.

[Notices SYL and ZK] Hey! No hard drug dealing in the room! Take your mucky business outside! [Points]

[Suspects that irony is a type of metal used to make helmets]

*Enclave soldiers stand up from breakfast plasma rifles humming*

Gentlemen! Calm down! Buttery you speak out of turn especially of all the debauchery you have been doing in that tank with a creature that doesn't have a defined gender...

*Ewok laughter fills the air*

What the hell is that? Regardless me and Jesse business is already settled so no worries...

Five hours?

Dayum...

I got you a new uniform, because I knew that would eventually happen.

*Hands over slightly heavier Commissariat uniform*

H-hey! What I do in the privacy of my own tank, and what the daemon does in the privacy of me, isn't hurting anyone... Else.
Drug dealing definitely hurts other people. [Perplexed]


Oh, thanks V. [Switches jackets and transfers pocket contents] Why is it heavier?
And no- [Looks at time] -twenty-two hours with two breaks for toast and sandwiches.

Metal fibre woven into the jacket. It should be more protective than the thing you wore before.

Also, I put fleece lining in it so that it won't chafe!

Ooh, cosy. I'll be honest though, most of the things that have happened to me in this room weren't likely to be hindered by armor.

Where did that nice engineseer go? [Tank swivels turret happily] Guess she finished working. [Tank beeps] She what?
[Notices open hatch to main tank] Oh... I left that open, huh.

At least the Daemonette is definitely out for the count for a while... [Paces]

...I should probably go distract her before she finds the hallway.

*Sprints into tank*

OI!

Low On Element 115, Please Refill

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
H-hey! What I do in the privacy of my own tank, and what the daemon does in the privacy of me, isn't hurting anyone... Else.
Drug dealing definitely hurts other people. [Perplexed]


Oh, thanks V. [Switches jackets and transfers pocket contents] Why is it heavier?
And no- [Looks at time] -twenty-two hours with two breaks for toast and sandwiches.

Technically your doctor is a drug dealer... so is he hurting you? Also Drug dealing is a public service if someone wants to get high let them get high as long as it doesn't hurt anyone and the substance is used in there own home.

That's the american way!

Also the Enclave is above drug dealing that gak is for me and I will be doing the meth in a safe enviorment!

*Lights up a meth pipe and sticks it in one of the rebreather tubes*

Damn that gak is good... *Ewok laughter* DID ANYONE HEAR THAT!?

*pulls out plasma gun and begins doing circles aiming at everything in the room*

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY ANTS ON YOUR GUYS FACES!? ARE THERE ANTS ON MY FACE?!

...My doctor is most commonly Verviedi, so I'd answer that with: yes, with grim regularity. I don't have a problem with drugs, or people using them, I don't like the violence though.

And yeah, you have a lot of ants on your face, but they're under your mask.

*finishes eating enclave soldier and goes for a desert consisting of BC's organs sitting in the corner.*

[While smacking from a mouthful of food] You know guys, I think a bit of pepper would really bring out the flavor a heart.

*Pokes head out from hatch*

Awwwww :(
I'm just trying to help!

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
*finishes eating enclave soldier and goes for a desert consisting of BC's organs sitting in the corner.*

[While smacking from a mouthful of food] You know guys, I think a bit of pepper would really bring out the flavor a heart.

*Grabs 2BlackJack1 with one arm*

YOU ATE ONE OF MY CHUPACABRA BRETHREN?! THE ANTS GET THEM OFF GET THEM OFF! WHY IS THE RUM GONE!? WHAT IS RUM?!

*Begins headbutting, then goes all berserk and begins ripping 2BlackJack1 to pieces until nothing is left but scales*

Whoa... coming down now... why am i covered in blood...

*Enclave solider comes over (slowly) and whispers in ear*

Then the meth works! At last a substance that can actually get me high thanks breaking bad!

*Enclave whispers in ear again*

What a alien killed one of you idiots? Why did you let em do that? Whatever we have the meth airlift it out here!

[Encouraging grin] Aa-and you do... It's just your help is quite often accompanied by large amounts of... pain.

[Looks at Blackjack's meal] [Looks at Zombiekilla's meth based freak-out] ... I think I'm going to get some sleep before things get any weirder...

[Shuffles into bedroom] [Rolls comatose Daemonette to one side, and passes out on bed] [Wakes up abruptly] [Removes several heavy sounding objects from the bed and tries again]

OOC: Holy gak, a one second time difference on posting. You ninja-bastard, zombiekilla.

B-but I use painkillers...

*Sits quietly*

*scoops blackjack into a pile*

He'll be fine. I think.

Let's see what happens...

*gives pile an experimental poke with The Amazing Magic Chainthrower Omnitool*

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Encouraging grin] Aa-and you do... It's just your help is quite often accompanied by large amounts of... pain.

[Looks at Blackjack's meal] [Looks at Zombiekilla's meth based freak-out] ... I think I'm going to get some sleep before things get any weirder...

[Shuffles into bedroom] [Rolls comatose Daemonette to one side, and passes out on bed] [Wakes up abruptly] [Removes several heavy sounding objects from the bed and tries again]

OOC: Holy gak, a one second time difference on posting. You ninja-bastard, zombiekilla.

OOC: Crazy coincidence I swear lol

*slowly reforms*

Thank you, Co"tor. That felt worse than being a liquid stuck in a bottle. Now, what was this about scales?

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
*slowly reforms*

Thank you, Co"tor. That felt worse than being a liquid stuck in a bottle. Now, what was this about scales?

OOC: Thought kroot were scaled?

*Looks in suprise at blackjack*

It worked! The chances of it doing that must be astronomical.

OOC: Nah, they're bird people, without the feathers. It's more quilled than anything.

OOC: I think they have a more leathery skin. Sadly, we don't have a lizard race of any prominence in 40k. Rak'gol might be scaly, or they're just NotTyranids for their appearance.