Ty will boot up all integrated defense systems, ready weapons.

And probably try not to shit his pants, but that's not an official action.

I'd say Ty is a lot more combat oriented and considerably braver. Alan just wants to go home and jack off to some illegal multigender cyborg on washing machine porn.

If my internal apothecary is capable of concocting a steroid of sorts to boost tys reflexes/concentration then I'm going to make that and inject him with it 
If I any shots are fired then I'd like to further test my new body's capabilities and attempt to make and spay a sleeping gas in the direction of the enemy.

I saw the vent on top of the droid you drew and thought maybe it was possible but if that seems like a bit of a stretch to anyone then consider it voided from my actions.

profxmas wrote:

I saw the vent on top of the droid you drew and thought maybe it was possible but if that seems like a bit of a stretch to anyone then consider it voided from my actions.

The beauty of a game like this is that you can attempt to do incredibly ridiculous things/ pull moves completely out of your ass, and the die will determine if you can in fact summon a holographic army of zombie dragons or whatever you want to do; just know that the more ridiculous the move, the more dire the consequences of failure will likely be.

Turn 8

Alan lets out a frightened and entirely girlish "eep!" as he tries to hold his bowels at bay while ducking behind Ty to use as a human shield. He ducks too hard, too fast though (6), and accidentally missteps, slipping on a moist piece of brick flooring and falling into the disgusting river of bile beside the walkway. All manner of human and cyborg fluids fill every oraface of Alan's body, seeping into holes he thought we certain closed and/ or non-existent. "How ironic," he thinks to himself, trying to gain footing beneath the slow flow of feces and used condoms. He's pretty sure you're not supposed to flush those, but people are stupid. He feels some unseen horror slither past his ankle.

Ty smiles coolly at the gang leader and lifts his hands to show that he's unarmed while simultaneously readying his integrated ID-CS defense systems (4). It's not enough to hold off a whole gang, he knows, but it could come in handy should things get violent.

"Easy now friend," he says calmly. "We didn't mean to encroach, just trying to get away from some goddamned Lazer Sharks up above." Ty is well aware of the Snakes turf war with the Sharks, and hopes this buys them some sort of favor. He feels the satisfying click of hidden weapons locking into their ready states on both his arms as Alan dives headfirst into the river of yuck and he feels the prick of a needle on the back of his neck.

Gerard frantically searches his database for recipes to craft anything that could help Ty or hinder the gang in front of them (1). He finally finds something he's sure will help Ty win any kind of battle. Well, not "sure" per-say, but the name of it sounds promising and all kinds of sciency: "Ultra Nerve Agent 7000: Warning, never use!" Yep, that should do the trick, he thinks as he injects the serum in the base of Ty's neck, ensuring he gets it right into the spinal column.

Now, to deal with the gang--perhaps a sedative that he could crop-dust over their heads. He mixes up something quick (2-1=1), misreading "super seducer" as "super sedater" and promptly gasses the rag-tag group of gangbangers. Wow, he was doing so good at this whole medbot support role thing!

"Whazzat you say?" asks the gang leader. "Bloody Sharks are on our street? OUR STREET!? Where they at, fancy man?" Suddenly, the gang leader's pupils dilate an extreme amount as the little robot sprays something in his face. He licks his lips viciously. "Ya'know what, fo-git dem sharkies.... I have," he smacks his lips again and advances a foot toward Ty, "other fish ta fry." Terrible laughter erupts from the gang behind him, all of their pupils becoming dilated as well. "Whatsay we 'ave a bit o' a rapes-'em-up, eh?"

current status wrote:

Alan: possibly drowning in shit (but without having shat his pants) with things slithering by his feet.

Ty: weapons armed and ready, but with muscles beginning to seize up. Complete nervous system shutdown imminent. Gang-rape imminenter.

Gerard: Entirely too pleased with himself for helping.

Oh god! What have I done  Now I am become death, destroyer of worlds.

Hahaha hahah ahahahadhldjhfdafkljd gross


Ready for a bit of the old ultra-violence

profxmas wrote:

Oh god! What have I done  Now I am become death, destroyer of worlds.

Molag Bal would be proud of you, my child.

Edit: Mostly for the rape that is probably about to happen. Mehrunes Dagon would also proud of you though.

Noooo, Ty can't be raped by people with such atrocious grammar. He will immediately regret looking so good, and attempt to release an injection of medical nanites into his system to circumvent and/or repair whatever is attacking his nervous system.

Shit. Well um... Im gonna fling needles filled with anesthesia at the would be rapists.

If you fail your roll and fling meth by mistake, I'm going to disassemble you, repurpose you as a planter, fill you with begonias and give you to my gramma. And yes, I can afford real begonias.

Alan is going to overcome the voice in his head calling out for him to just accept the sweet release of death and try to climb out of the shitwater.

Well, at least no one is going to rape the guy that just crawled out of the shit bath.

Probably

Well... never know with these guys

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About Me: Hacker/Gamer Extraordinaire
Sex: Yes Pls
Age: 36
Location: Ma's Basement
Status: Waitin' on my gorram cupcake delivery.

Whizzaahd casually closes the window on another successful win at Terrorist Infiltration Team Six (TITS) , suddenly aware of his over-large stomach making a sound akin to the mating call of a Rancor in heat. Wondering what the hell is taking his cupcakes so frakking long, he decides to hack into the sleazy little bakery's rudimentary video surveillance system, anticipating seeing the baker standing around doing nothing, as usual.

Action: hack video surveillance system of Cuppin' My Cakes

If I can't get cupcakes, NO ONE GETS CUPCAKES

WHAT ELSE AM I GOING TO WASH DOWN WITH A 24-PACK OF MTN DEW!?!?!?!?

Justin, My Lord and Pagemaster Forever Amen, My Lord and Pagemaster Forever Amen springs into action, discarding his beer for a far more attractive vice- the magic of storycrafting.
"This is it!" He declared to no one in particular, a sparkle of renewed determination in his eyes, "This is the day I turn a new leaf and fully dedicate myself to my art."
Removing Tai from his computer chair, he leaned back against the soft worn leather and cracked his knuckles before getting to work.
To be continued..?

Fancy Feast wrote:

To be continued..?

I should hope so

As the ravenous lust-filled gang slowly approached, Ty attempted to mentally prepare his taught, puckered under-mouth to be brutally ultraraped. He also mentally released a swarm of nanobots into his bloodstream to counteract whatever nerve agent that damnable robot injected him with (6). Why was that drone even following them still? It certainly wasn't behaving typically. Ty felt the nanobots begin to work within his body, completely neutralizing the venom that had been locking his muscles. In their effort to eradicate the underlying problem, the overzealous nanites also accidentally eradicated Ty's ocular nerve connection. They quickly began to repair the damage, but Ty is temporarily visually impaired. Man, he really should have had that echo-location mod installed.

Ty resigns himself to blindness and the horrors ahead, and completely misses seeing Gerard actually do something useful. The little robot, panicking at how he keeps making things worse, prepares to fling some empty needles at the would-be rapers. At that moment, his neural cortex finally finishes syncing with the online database of all known bio-agents, and he actually feels smart for once. He quickly mixes up some anesthesia, knowing the recipe like a boss now, and fills his needle arsenal with the concoction.

"Nap time motherfuckers!" is what he would say if he could figure out the vocal output program, but he can't, so he just lets out a couple super-Khajiit sounding beeps and fires his needles, Tony Stark style. (6) The needles hit every gang member super hard, actually puncturing a few throats, eyes, and major arteries--blood spurts everywhere. A few needles go rogue though, and ricochet off the tunnel walls, heading straight for the blinded Ty and the slipper Alan.

Ty bends over to prepare for the rape he still believes is imminent, just in time to feel a needle whiz past his ear (4 to dodge), while Alan half-assedly attempts to climb out of the sticky pool of liquid regret (3), accidentally leaving his cargo pants in the clutches of the poopy abyss. He's still clambering back onto the walk when he sees the needle heading straight for his face. (5 to dodge) Somehow, without the cargo pants to weigh him down, he performs an wubba lubba dub dub acrobatic feat, launching himself fully out of pooptown, rebounding off the opposite wall, and backflipping to his feet right next to Ty's huddled frame. Well that all worked out nicely. Alan sees a ladder that probably leads to the hair salon directly ahead. To the group's left is a tunnel that leads to the Street Snakes' lair. The head of the gang's leader slowly rolls to stop at Alan's feet, somehow completely severed by hypodermic needle assault. The gang leader's tongue lolls out in an almost cartoonish fashion. Alan half expects there to be big black X's in place of the boy's eyes, but no, his eyes are there--well, mostly there; one of them is hanging out of the socket attached only by the nerve, and the other had been reduced to what looks like a raspberry version of Cream of Wheat.
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MEANWHILE
Interior: dank maternal basement, pizza boxes and half-empty soda cans arranged in piles around the desk of a pudgy, malodorous man.

Whizzaahd becomes increasingly perturbed at the length of his cupcake delivery. He effortlessly (4) hacks into Cuppin' Your Cakes' security footage to find the feed cutoff. He traces it back to see a big hoopla involving some bloody kid and a man in a nice suit. The two go through a door and appear to descend some stairs, followed shortly by a medical drone right before a spark goes off in the kitchen and the feed cuts to static.

Curious, he thinks to himself, then hollers up the stairs without moving from his chair at his command station, spittle flying from his mouth, "Ma! Do we have any more ScaldingPockets!?"

Ty will consult his GPS for the quickest route to his extraction team.

Alan's going to nudge the gang leader's head into the poop water and then beg Gerard for some hand sanitizer or something.

Whizzaahd is going to internally debate whether he should actually go out to investigate the cupcake shop mishap, or just masturbate as usual.