Gloop
Race: unspecified blob
ACA112
Home TL 1
Army, 2 terms, rank 1
Skills
Brawling 1
Survival 1
Rifle 0
SMG 0
This character was a hoot to play. Basically, the race was because my then GM (Mr. Richard Singleton, are you out there?) had home-grown alien generation rules for minor race PC's. I just happened to wind up with a nigh-mindless blob. upon discharge, Glop was goaded out the door of the troopship. Unprepared, and incapable of understanding his environment, and ill prepared for a "These Aren't Targets" envirnment, the adventure began. (Said adventure put on hold the campaiign, as Glop was just incapable of surviving the current storyline involving a shady Used Spaceship Salesman.) Everything was described in intricate detail, based upon texture, smell, and taste; vision was minimal on the character.
In the course of looking for food and a hidey hole, I cam upon something small, soft, warm, and noisy. It attacked me; I ate it. Then something cold and hard, with a soft warm spot, wriggly, and noisy, so I ate it; then something much bigger than the second item started hitting me and making loud noises. So I attacked it, intending to eat it, too, but it ran off. I found my way to a small area which was dim and had no wind, to sit and digest. Something snuck up on me, and made loud noises. I started to move; suddenly, pain lanced through me, so in a rage, I attacked in the direction of the pain.I hit a small cold hard thing, and ate it by accident. The pain then lanced out from inside. I started to spit it out, but died before I could...
What happened: I ate a dog. Then a baby in a stroller. Mom was upset, but when I got agressive, she ran... and got a police bot. It shot me to death with the integral laser carbine. Too a week of 40min sessions, and the last one resulted in a debriefing of the entire group as to what had happened.
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-aramis
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Smith & Wesson: The Original Point and Click interface!
Race: unspecified blob
ACA112
Home TL 1
Army, 2 terms, rank 1
Skills
Brawling 1
Survival 1
Rifle 0
SMG 0
This character was a hoot to play. Basically, the race was because my then GM (Mr. Richard Singleton, are you out there?) had home-grown alien generation rules for minor race PC's. I just happened to wind up with a nigh-mindless blob. upon discharge, Glop was goaded out the door of the troopship. Unprepared, and incapable of understanding his environment, and ill prepared for a "These Aren't Targets" envirnment, the adventure began. (Said adventure put on hold the campaiign, as Glop was just incapable of surviving the current storyline involving a shady Used Spaceship Salesman.) Everything was described in intricate detail, based upon texture, smell, and taste; vision was minimal on the character.
In the course of looking for food and a hidey hole, I cam upon something small, soft, warm, and noisy. It attacked me; I ate it. Then something cold and hard, with a soft warm spot, wriggly, and noisy, so I ate it; then something much bigger than the second item started hitting me and making loud noises. So I attacked it, intending to eat it, too, but it ran off. I found my way to a small area which was dim and had no wind, to sit and digest. Something snuck up on me, and made loud noises. I started to move; suddenly, pain lanced through me, so in a rage, I attacked in the direction of the pain.I hit a small cold hard thing, and ate it by accident. The pain then lanced out from inside. I started to spit it out, but died before I could...
What happened: I ate a dog. Then a baby in a stroller. Mom was upset, but when I got agressive, she ran... and got a police bot. It shot me to death with the integral laser carbine. Too a week of 40min sessions, and the last one resulted in a debriefing of the entire group as to what had happened.
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-aramis
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Smith & Wesson: The Original Point and Click interface!