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Go to the game room, bring the captain, this way he won't be bored.


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> Read a little backstory on this RtD.


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Roll 17 - Day 4747



Harzipan - Isaac 1:
No crew member: "Englandish"
Related searches: "Jonathon England"





Roast Veg - Bodil 9:
There is no story on the back.
Oh, right, backstory.
None of that either. The most you can get is a single sentence.
"In this thrilling role playing game, players take control of the sole survivors of the universe, and explore the mystery that caused the End in the first place."
Clearly not very action based, you presume. Oh well.



Unwoundpath - Waqu 10:
You untie the captain and drag him to the games room. He doesn't seem pleased. Bodil welcomes you both as you come in and gives an odd glance at Richard.



TheKebbit - Havelock 15:
You go see. Looks like some kinda text game. Bodil slides you a character sheet. Huh, looks simple enough.

You all agree to ♥♥♥♥ that sentiment and make your own char sheets.

Code:
NAME:
AGE:
LOOKS:
GENDER:
RACE:
CLOTHING:
INVENTORY:
SKILL:





CrazyMLC - Jonathon 0:
You fail to become the ultimate lifeform.



TheChairman - Richard 9:
Well, Waqu just untied you, so no need for that.
Now he's taking you to the games room. You're tempted to vroom but don't.



WORLD EVENTS


FILL OUT A CHARACTER SHEET LIKE THE ONE IN KEBBIT'S ROLL IF YOU'RE CURRENTLY PLAYING THE RTD. ALSO DO NORMAL ACTION AS USUAL.


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Search for 'Jonathon England'.

"Jonathon looks like the word marathon. I will remember this."


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MAKES A CHAR!

NAME: Igra Pwldo
AGE: ??
LOOKS: Alien, is a faded yellow skin and a snout, skinny and average human height, scales, tail.
GENDER: DUDE
RACE: Swquber
CLOTHING: Light armor, some pockets and enough to stop some forms of attacks
INVENTORY: Nourishment, LMG and PISTOL LAZER PISTOL
SKILL: Scales, phisical attacks do less damage.


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Do the thing.
Code:
NAME: Ik-crkl, but pronounced much more emphatically in phosphorescence (grey light, pulsing blue, red flash).
AGE: Indeterminable; carapace markings, criminal brands and overall calcification indicate relatively low status, old age and long isolation from grooming mites.
LOOKS: Vaguely scarab-like and hunched, with a blue-black shell covered in tribal markings, scarring, and scabbed-over pockmarks. Its face and mouthparts are concealed by thick wrapping, but its set of four multi-lensed eyes are still visible and periodically flicker in every direction at once.
GENDER: Male, non-breeding caste, does not possess pheromone glands or specialized pedipalps (visibly amputated)
RACE: No record from contemporary civilization, but literally translates from indigenous human language as "Tunnelmen" and frequently appears in oral tradition as a metaphor for secrets and hidden things.
CLOTHING: Sand-filled, many-pocketed rags essentially worn as a cargo harness rather than actual clothing; pockets contain an incredible assortment of fragile and strange objects.
INVENTORY:
- Jury-Rigged Flame Projector: a rusted hulk of a heavy weapon powered by multiple canisters of napalm-like agent inside Ik's harness and kept stable by a five-pound fuel-direction mainframe.
- Killing Blade: a fifteen-inch serrated tribal knife covered with an alarming number of notches.
- Nutrient Slurry Tank: enough raw caloric mass and protein to keep any scarab-man alive for a very long time.
SKILL: Firebug
Ik-crkl's shell naturally dissipates heat, and its mastery of volatile fuel compounds made it a feared menace in the close-quarters, planetside butchery of the universe's twilight years.
(bonus to flame/heat resistance and +3 to all things burning)


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need actions


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I'm quitting this. Kill me in a hilarious accident or something.


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> Writhe in agony.


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roats, action you butt


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> Make a character based on myself. Like, my great great grandpappy or something.


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Oh right I didn't notice all the actions were in sorry
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gender rolls
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Roll 18 - Day 4747



Harzipan - Isaac 2:
Search: "Jonathin England" failed.
Related search: "Jonathon England"

Goddammit you misspelled it.




Roast Veg - Bodil 3:
You uh, do that. Yeah.
Code:
NAME: Libod Sonbidolb
AGE: 27
LOOKS: Visibly loud, somehow. Tall and stocky. Black hair, green eyes. Looks at everything with deep interest.
GENDER: Mail
RACE: Postman
CLOTHING: Postman outfit
INVENTORY: Lettergun, postman's bag, (filled with MAIL) pen knife
SKILL: EXPEDIATED SHIPPING: Sending mail to people takes one less turn!

this is your ♥♥♥♥ punishment for not making the character yourself.



Unwoundpath - Waqu 10:
You make a character, oblivious as always to the death of the captain. You can never pay attention, can you?
Code:
NAME: Igra Pwldo
AGE: ??
LOOKS: Alien, is a faded yellow skin and a snout, skinny and average human height, scales, tail.
GENDER: DUDE
RACE: Swquber
CLOTHING: Light armor, some pockets and enough to stop some forms of attacks
INVENTORY: Nourishment, LMG and PISTOL LAZER PISTOL
SKILL: Scales, phisical attacks do less damage.

Bodil reads off the rules and you get ready to play.



TheKebbit - Havelock 11:
You right out this gargantuan text. It takes about 10 minutes and everyone gets a bit impatient but in the end you are satisfied. While writing your long exposition you are too focused to notice the captain's disappearance.
Waqu looks over onto your paper and gives a disappointed look. You can tell he's pondering on why you spent so much time writing out the fact that you want to be a bug. You don't know either.
Code:
NAME: Ik-crkl, but pronounced much more emphatically in phosphorescence (grey light, pulsing blue, red flash).
AGE: Indeterminable; carapace markings, criminal brands and overall calcification indicate relatively low status, old age and long isolation from grooming mites.
LOOKS: Vaguely scarab-like and hunched, with a blue-black shell covered in tribal markings, scarring, and scabbed-over pockmarks. Its face and mouthparts are concealed by thick wrapping, but its set of four multi-lensed eyes are still visible and periodically flicker in every direction at once.
GENDER: Male, non-breeding caste, does not possess pheromone glands or specialized pedipalps (visibly amputated)
RACE: No record from contemporary civilization, but literally translates from indigenous human language as "Tunnelmen" and frequently appears in oral tradition as a metaphor for secrets and hidden things.
CLOTHING: Sand-filled, many-pocketed rags essentially worn as a cargo harness rather than actual clothing; pockets contain an incredible assortment of fragile and strange objects.
INVENTORY:
- Jury-Rigged Flame Projector: a rusted hulk of a heavy weapon powered by multiple canisters of napalm-like agent inside Ik's harness and kept stable by a five-pound fuel-direction mainframe.
- Killing Blade: a fifteen-inch serrated tribal knife covered with an alarming number of notches.
- Nutrient Slurry Tank: enough raw caloric mass and protein to keep any scarab-man alive for a very long time.
SKILL: Firebug
Ik-crkl's shell naturally dissipates heat, and its mastery of volatile fuel compounds made it a feared menace in the close-quarters, planetside butchery of the universe's twilight years.
(bonus to flame/heat resistance and +3 to all things burning)




CrazyMLC - Jonathon 7:
A shutter of pain and disgust goes through you (actually it doesn't) as you begin to convulse ridiculously for no apparent reason, until you understand the issue lies in your digestive tract. The IRONY wants out. Ironically, you want it in. Is that irony? Irony.
You take not of the fact that irony sounds like "I-run-ee". This is literally the pronunciation given shape.
You also wonder if people with thick Chinese accents say "I-run-ree". This is highly racist.



TheChairman - Richard 0 (No proper action):
You leave the room and strangely nobody notices. This is the tipping point. Nobody even cares that you're gone right now. You might as well do it..
Before you have a chance to head to a deep dark part of the ship and off yourself, you feel a heat in your oxygen tank. After flipping it on during the tentacle fight, you forgot to turn it off and nobody knew. When you were thrown to the hall, it was damaged but not punctured. There was a brief period in time where the oxygen tank valve had exposed the innards of the tank to the ship's atmosphere. As every deepspace captain should know, due to the properties of deepspace, on-board atmospheric conditions are different than that of Terra. There is a much larger concentration of carbon in the atmosphere of a deepspace ship because the jelly like substance that is deepspace cannot penetrate it as easily. This has an adverse effect when oxygen tanks are opened however, as the high pressure of the oxygen tank bonds the carbon and oxygen to become carbon monoxide. Thus, any exposed oxygen tanks are to be discarded immediately due to the fact that they are very obviously deadly.
You are unaware of this long chain of events and the adverse effect it has on your oxygen tank.
You decide the control deck would be a great place to die as nobody will ever go there again anyway.
You take an airtight ventilation shaft to the control chamber.. But you don't make it.
While it is airtight and prevents the deepspace from entering, it is also low on oxygen. You pull on your gas mask.
You begin to gag and wheeze. Unknown to you, your tank was filled with CO. In your fit your weapon discharges and leaves a small dent in the tough metal the shaft is made of. You are now on your stomach, groping for your now grounded firearm to end it quickly. Everyone hears the shot.
You do not make it to the gun.
You do not make it at all.



WORLD EVENTS


holy ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ what happened here


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Start ta RTD!


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