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I...
*Looks sadly at the ground*
At least you're alive...

Fething Cthulhu...

*shoots another Enclave Soldier to prove a point to ZK, and to get a second meal*

Of all of the craziness that's happened here, Cthulhu was probably the worst of it all. For the time I was here, anyway. If I would have known how much trouble that guy was I probably would have never accepted the hit on- I mean, I probably would have brought more ammo, because this place is pretty heavy for, erm, firefights. Hehe.

Hmmm, now that I am clear, maybe I can assist with my breath weapon?

*Enclave soldier head snaps back and he dies and gets eaten*

Bravo good sir....

*Grabs both of 2BlackJack1s legs and bifurcates him *

Cthulhu was pretty bad but I think Hastur would be worse.

*wipes hands off*

Don't worry someone will revive you.

 2BlackJack1 wrote:
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.

Snake people that are dark eldar body guard called Sslyth only reptiles I know but they have no army

Oi! Stop that!

*hits ZK on helmet with multitool*

*helmet transforms into a flowerpot, upside-down, and with no eyeholes*

Well that was.... less than effective.

*activates another shield*
On the other hand, he can't hurt me so it's all good.

 Co'tor Shas wrote:
Oi! Stop that!

*hits ZK on helmet with multitool*

*helmet transforms into a flowerpot, upside-down, and with no eyeholes*

Well that was.... less than effective.

*activates another shield*
On the other hand, he can't hurt me so it's all good.

*Head is Helmet so Head explodes fountains of gore come out I stand there as the cells of my body begin to reconstruct my skull, then gradually nano bots begin to emerge from my armor slits and begin to re-graft a new helmet to my face the process its self take five minutes*

What the hell! *Shakes head* feth you! I am defending my people!? He keeps killing my fething men so why don't you tell him to stop or I will keep ripping him apart again and again! ITS AMERICAN PUNISHMENT DAMN IT!

GET THAT GASH FACE!?

ooc: Its super effective!

"Don't bother hitting Frank, you'll only piss him off more."

*Turns to ZK*

"Take that flowerpot off your head, you look ridiculous. Well, more ridiculous..."

OOC: Edit: Ninja'd again!

[Wakes up and stretches] [Shuffles about morning routine] [Muffled scream from bathroom]

[Comes out from tank panicking slightly] [One eye is entirely yellow with a cat-like vertical pupil]
S-so it turns out over-doing it with a chaos daemon for nearly twenty four hours is not without c-consequence. Anyone know a g-good optical surgeon?

Oh gak... [Makes coffee and paces back and forth] I didn't know signs of taint were so literal...

*Stands and innocently reaches fingertip towards BC's face*

Yes, I know one.

It's locked up in my basement and occasionally demands blood samples to continue functioning.

...You have a basement? [Refocuses] I guess it's that, or wear contact lenses and avoid other Imperials forever.

Hm. [Closes good eye] Oh, my. It comes with free Slaaneshi naked-ity-vision. [Turns away from Verviedi out of politeness and accidentally faces Zombiekilla] Nope. Nope Nope. So very wrong.

Nngh... Sign me up, I guess. Does it also do ears by any chance? [Lifts hat slightly to show the start of pointed ears] She thinks they're cute.

*BC's Daemonette places her hand experimentally into the machine's mechanisms*

Oh My..

Processing...

*drags mutilated self onto a chair*

Sorry I appreciate the circle of life, pal.

*reaches into pockets and pulls out a vial*

Cheers.

*gulps down concoction and the body starts to knit itself together*

...Couldn't you just close the eye if you don't want to see whatever superdermal plating and augmentations I have installed?

Anyway.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure it does everything. I just don't generally trust AI.

Well, non-me AI.

*Leads BC into the side room I took over and down a staircase*

Right then. Straight ahead.

*Pulls vial of blood out of pocket*

[Studies ceiling] ah... If I were that logical, I quite likely wouldn't be part kitty right now. It also doesn't see through skin itself.

[Follows Verviedi] what's wrong with AI?

*walks in*

I wish I knew what was wrong with Al.

So, we pulled the sensor logs from the avatar room and found something disturbing. Apparently, there was someone named 'Badrukk' coming in with a bunch of 'dakka' and then Sing your life broke his neck. After that, his 'dakka' left, and a 'flash git' came in and got some spores from 'Badrukk'. Then 'Badrukk' burst into spores. Anyone know who this 'Badrukk' guy is? His skin was green, if it helped any.

OOC: I'm just trying to be in character.

He probably just left the server.

The kind of AI I'm used to dealing with turns quite rules-lawyery and murderous after a while.

*Turns on the lights to reveal a metal bucket seat and a large spidery contraption of metal arms*

Thankfully, this one promised me that as long as I gave it blood, it wouldn't kill or mutilate anyone. Mind sitting in the chair?

HEY! CLYDE! YOU AWAKE?!!

*Machine extends an arm with a red orb on the end*

Solution = True. I am awake.

Ugrht. Right then. This fellow here...

*Holds out vial*

Has run into some minor taint problems. Mind repairing the eye? With organics this time.
Oh, and the ears. Mind shaving off those points and making them look human?

 thenoobbomb wrote:
He probably just left the server.

I see now,

[Weighs up the terrifying spider thing versus being 'interviewed' by the Inquisition] ... [Sits down politely]
I'll square with you, it can be made out of anything as long as it clearly isn't a daemonic "gift"... And it means I can't see what people look like pants-less any more.

...What's the blood for?

I don't know. I "borrowed" him from some Dark Eldar Haemonculus, so I suppose it powers him?

Anyway.

*Lights become even brighter and a needle descends to BC's face and injects him with strong painkillers*

Verviedi! What are you doing to him?

I'm deSlaaneshing him.
Apparently too much fun is a bad thing.

...Note. Fix that.

 Selym wrote:
*BC's Daemonette places her hand experimentally into the machine's mechanisms*

Oh My..

Processing...

The Rooster-Ring
An elaborately designed gold band, encrusted with jewels.
It's traits include (but are not limited to):
-Extreme Firepower
-High Velocity Armour Piercing Viscous Liquid
-An attached Flamethrower
-Unleashes the daemons within

Long story short, unless your name is Albert, you don't want to touch this thing with your bare hands.

[Hears giggling from upstairs] [Looks up suddenly] ..? Ow.

...Why do I feel suddenly very concerned and slightly intrigued?

[Daemonette scampers away with his/her new toy]

*goes after the daemonette*

You're not getting away with this!

 KaptinBadrukk wrote:
*goes after the daemonette*

You're not getting away with this!

WE FINALLY KILLING SOMETHING! HOOORAY!

*Pulls out strange looking device and clicks the large red button. Large silver containers fall from the sky and slam around the room*

Don't worry Kaptin I got the best muties on the job!

*Five Enclave deathclaws come out*

Find the crab mutie chick! FRESH MEAT!

*They scamper off hunting the wench down*

*hides under a sturdy object*

[Daemonette runs into the basement and sits on BC's lap]
Oof! Now is really not a good time. Yes that's very pretty... [Hugs politely]

[Hears crashing upstairs] What did you do?

 KaptinBadrukk wrote:
*hides under a sturdy object*

Don't worry they are reliable critters (Especially with those mind control device) Some even talk (so we kill them)

*Pulls out cigar and puts in one of the rebreather tubes*

God bless america!