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2/24/2016 3:00:46 AM
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[b]he goes flying backward, and sits there, wounded, waiting for a final blow. Blood drips from several wounds on his body. He rushes you again in desperation[/b]
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[b][i]He sweeps your legs, unholstering a sidearm and shooting you in the chest with 2 training rounds. You don't feel pain from them, but you have 2 bright green marks on you.[/i][/b] "Good game."
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"Sorry what?" [b]real Wheatley lays on your shoulders still.[/b] "Check what was on that blade mate." [b]the snake wrapped around his wrist hisses.[/b] [spoiler]*insert incoming retcon*[/spoiler]
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"Robot, remember? Immune to poison." He says, grabbing you and throwing you, shooting 5 training rounds into you, putting him half way through the clip
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"God damn you."
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[b][i]He laughs.[/i][/b] "You wouldn't be the first to try. Even though I'm a human soul in here, it's still robotic."
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[b]he bleeds, even the training rounds are able to harm him, although it is very minor[/b] "Soooo... How?!"
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[b][i]The sim disappears, and he caries him to the Medbay.[/i][/b] "Honestly, I've got no clue how it works. I just know that Akkar put me in this, and we were best friends even when I was human."
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[b]he physically tries to escape the medbay, seemingly Terrified of it for unspecified reasons.[/b] "Oh... G-great man... You don't know if any of these crew members are actual humans, do you?"
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"Most likely, but just remember I may have accidentally wired myself accidentally into the cameras, so if you try to eat them I shoot you. Now, let's get you fixed up."
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[b]he sighs, you've found him out [/b] "I'll die though..." [b]he still struggles to stay away from the medbay [/b]
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"And why is that? Can't you just eat normal food like every one else? Sure, rations taste like ass, and sometimes I swear they are, but still."
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"Do you really want me to explain?"
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"I've probably heard worse, so sure, knock yourself out. Metaphorically of course." He says, patching you up
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[b]he talks incredibly fast and with incredibly fast hand movements[/b] "WEEEEEEEEEELLL it all starts on a little planet named "corra" a jungle planet covered in leaves trees And tiger demons. Our little race, now. As Corovians by us and Wisps by them, evolved out of the jungle. As our species is much younger than humanity I guess somehow our bodies found a way to be a complete jackass and hide a vitamine we NEED TO SURVIVE In human flesh, the younger the better. SOOO when the Avalon came by to investigate the missing hunters to hunt our abominations against nature of a species, they don't even bother to negotiate aaaand glass the planet. I am the third generation of the remains of what survived. The hunters used to and stills do sew our mouths shut as a form of torture, as we cannot eat, we would starve over a week, the longest period we can survive without consuming human flesh. That good enough for ya, homie?"
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"Yeah. So if we could find the chemical and put it into, let's say steak as an example, it would be fine?"
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Probably, but you'd need to kill a TON of people to make that practical. It's something about a HUMAN BEING that actually makes it work, I don't know man... But when I starve you can eat me! I've heard wisp is good grilled medium well, and our skins are worth quite a bit on the black market!"
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"Let's not jump to conclusions here. Hm. Yeah, I'm out of ideas."
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"Me too... Well... See ya in hell."
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"If I ever get there."
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"Hehe... You will eventually, everyone does."
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"Well, when I do I'll make sure I've got some good stories."
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"You've got the story of watching a dude starve right in front of you, the time you nearly killed a dude using nothing by training rounds, the time you saw a cannibal, the time you destroyed a race, all in one day..."
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"Wasn't me. I'm calling BS on that last one. Or, at least it wasn't your race. I -blam!-ing hate giant spiders."
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"Nope, I'm pretty damn close to the last of my peeps, so you basically just killed a race..." [b]his stomach growls and wimpers, begging his mouth to answer its feeble cries for help[/b]
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"Hey, I said don't eat anyone on the ship. And also, there might be a way to get you what you need. I have some... Connections. Not legal ones, but still."
