Encounters:
- Enron's Minions: [mind read] aliens that reading your
thoughts and transmit them back to Enron, giving him a stacking permanent buff that may make him unbeatable, at 100 stacks its world wipe.
Items:
- Spatial Awareness Implant: increased vision range, see in dark, reveal entire map / sense enemies, improves visualisation and motor skills. -15% stamina costs
- Sleep Suppression Implant: immunity to sleep, health / mana regeneration even without sleeping
- Brain Chemistry Regulator:
+10 will save, immunity to insanity, cofusion, mind control. When it
mulfactions: vunlerable to violent outbursts and all those mind
conditions it was supposed to save you from. [can be exploited by
tecnomancers]
- Auxilliary Electronic Brain: aura: +15% xp gain [stacking
diminishingly], stored in
pubic area, assists in motor skill processing, thinks independently
without possessing a material body
- Car: reduces travel stamina costs and monster encounter rate
- Monster Repellent Spray: can be applied to the skin to keep monsters away
- Ration Pack: fills your belly, 0 food xp value, allows you to survive for several weeks before dying of malnutrition, but
keep in mind their low nutritional quality, it's probably not a good
idea to try to live on these alone.
- Crate Sniffer: detect items inside. [useful for finding illegal substances from a distance]
- Nicotine Gum: helps to keep smoking craves under control
- Leather Racing Suit: +x pilot skill, +y vehicle speed
- Tinfoil Hat: +5
will save, +psionic resistance, immunity to ability leech / mind
reading / mind control, -200% Lighting Resistance (x3 damage), -5
disposion (all), +10 disposition(the watcher),
this will stop them from stealing your ideas!, Number 1 fashion accessory for unemployed conspiracy theorists around the world! shields the brain from electronmagnetic fields, mind control, mind reading
Quotes:
It's a question that you must have asked yourself at one point in your life or another, probably after pulling your head out of the toilet bowl, you've been drafted into a war against a machine called the improbability drive, improbability is leaking out of this bloody thing like radiation, so we've got to blow it up, you survived the fall without a parachute because of the improbability bubble surrounding the island, everything that penetrates the improbability bubble gets changed in rather amusing ways, contestant registration, request form, emp bomb, your array of choices is about to expand significantly, gas mask, in one direction, chaos, bustling with activity, lie ahead of you, releases improbability energy, wanted to create a device that outputs more power than it consumes, in blatant disregard for the second law of thermodynamics and the law of conservation of energy, without electromagnetic interference, he was partially successful, because in the end he created a machine that generates a type of energy that the human race has never before experienced; thus causing all sorts of chaos, coins that are dispensed, they are an official currency, but some merchants will refuse to accept them, opting for cigarettes instead, smoking can lead to cravings, I'm not shouting now, am I? no, he stands quietly, breathing deeply. no, now, I'm relaxed, everything is fine, so long as NOBODY BLOODY ACCUSES ME OF SHOUTING WITHIN MY BLOODY EARSHOT, that is an unfounded and slanderous accusation, candy bomb explosion, sounds of conflict surround you, you glance around at other contestants measuring their fighting skills against their masters, semiconductor laser, primary battery recharges overnight, power output is user-variable, leaving you in total darkness, you look around for any source of light or bright object to orient yourself, but see none, it's pitch black in here, the wooden floor creaks beneath your feet, pacemaker, disabled from emp blasts = death, bridging connections, pinball bouncing, lest he become contaminated by this nonsense, wasted his life, may or may not be emotionally equipped to deal with that realisation, the random governor decides an impulse that the robot has predetermined, and the robot chooses to indulge or ignore the whim, enjoy some rudimentary emulation of free will, when they go haywire and try to overthrow us, It's better this way, he thinks as his device spins up to operating speed, robots have the ability to ignore orders, roulette wheels, Hawton's improved digital chance detection device, as the dice roll past the camera, the discs accelerate or brake, and the optical sensors report the value, a zero or a one. then back again, rebounding, reflecting, amplifying, It is an untested area of science, in layman's terms, I have destroyed the very concept of normal distribution within a - thank Heavens - geographically-limited area, unless I stop this madness, I have a hunch that attempting an act of violent destruction upon the machine will only empower it; it is a thing of chaos, and chaos plus chaos only equals more chaos, your feedback on my performance is appreciated, I don't know if removing the observer - me - will affect the chaos, whether it can exist without me, its creator, its observer, I may well die in the attempt, his whereabouts or those of his remains or robot are currently unknown, weapons: fork, spoon, butter knife, dirty sock, screwdriver, axe handle, prostetic leg, kitchen knife, baseball bat, power drill, circular saw, chainsaw, re-enactment steel armour, bulletproof vest, space-age fabric, armoured combat suit, kevlar-armoured biker gear, leather trenchcoat, cotton pyjamas, frilly pink panties, motor function impairment, when you investigate, it turns out to be the opening of a tunnel, hey, that's more like it: an underground passage!, you pause to light a torch before exploring any further into the darkness, the walls are crumbling earth, childhood rite of passage, turns out this wasn't a figment of your deranged imagination, 10 % of experience has been lost to head injuries!, all requisition on hand has been stolen by thieving squats!, you move as silently as a soft breeze across the thick moss covering the ground, lest you betray your presence to one of the vile beasts that wander this place, pushing wheelbarrows, trimming the rose hedge, garden gnome army, pitchfork, shovel, rake, sickle, machete, it's guard is broken! it cannot attack or defend! hit its target areas in sequence to keep the creature stunned!, learns that you are targeting its vulnerable points, and takes a defensive position, strong attack coming up! x will perform a powerful attack in the next
round, target the attacking body part to try to block the attack, or
take advantage of its other vulnerable areas!, you suspect this won't be the last you see of him, plant parts: petals, pot, leaves, stem, you are slowly dying of improbabilitis-c, old energy drink, littered with grenade pins, bullet casings and spent ammunition, suddenly a bright, intense light envelops the circle, and you with it, stands ready to evaluate you, cyber city 404 is sending an urgent distress call,
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