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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 12:06 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 12:24 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2012 12:38 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 9:07 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 9:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 9:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 10:37 pm
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I've lost my Textual Zazz, so I'm going to make this short and sweet instead.
The trio makes their way up to the top of the staircase without further incident, the man up top is a rather skinny, scrappy man who appears to be in his mid-50's, with a scraggly Salt-and-Pepper beard. He smiles at Cooper with a wide toothy grin, as in he has about 6ish teeth visible while smiling.
Anyway, he motions over to his side and there's a pile of stuff, which includes
Chemical kit (6 lbs) 10 10mm bullets (.5 lbs total) Tool belt (2 lbs) Police Nightstick (modified with small weights on the end of it) (4 lbs) Small 5 gallon gas can, filled with gasoline (25 lbs) 3 lbs of electrical scrap 2 syringes, filled with murky brownish-orange liquid
He says (while distracted), "GoWan, take anyting y'alls likes. I don't got much use fer dis stuff nemo'e, n' I dun like heddin' ta tawn. Dem prissy, fancy folks all kin' keep der hooey. An dem shtupid Reglers won' lemme in dat place no mo'. Say is 'unshafe strucral' 'er sum such. Disapperin' folks er some hooey. Stupid twats. Ta hell wid 'em."
Ergariss also notes that there's a strange looking metallic device the old man is playing with in between swigs of alcohol. The device appears to be scratched up, but still in very good working condition (from what he can see). The old man however is groing increasingly drunk and frustrated with the device, saying "Dis de shtupidest roombix cube Ah evah did see..."
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2012 10:40 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 7:21 pm
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MT the Clown Turning around with a look of concern for the old man, "Are you sure? This is a lot. Most of which is still very useful. It's one thing to part with the kits and scraps, but the weapons and ammo too? Aren't you worried about your own safety? ... Actually... Where is this structure? Maybe I can have my minions go and take a look. Who knows, maybe if I can make it safe, you might not have to stay in this soggy place." Noticing Ergariss's attention, "Whatcha got there?"
The old man waves off the concerns, saying "Ah don' need it. De weapans Ah has is bettah. Ah use ta be a Cov'nant man, so I nevah needed non' dis heah stuff. Ah got ma plankbow heuh, a swoad... bike, food n' beer. Don' real' need much else. Dat fancy s**t 's what got us all in dis mess. Don' need nun-dat."
Taking a long drink of half a bottle of scotch, finishing it, he wipes his mouth of the dribble, then throws the bottle and hits the statue with it. "Bu' dem dan' lizuhd peepo' gon' n tage my 'Liza. I was trakin' em up heuh, headn Norf... then rain came. Ah stay hold up insad' heuh... tinkin 'bout whaddmai gon go next."
Jacior Ergariss collects the scrap, the chemical kit and the syringes before noticing the "roombix cube" in the possession of the old man. "Do you mind if I have that? I'm a fair hand at solving puzzles." The man gives a long, hard, icy stare at Ergariss, before half throwing the device at the lizard. Examining the item, Ergariss recognizes it as a Silurian Hard-Light Generator. Slipping it over his claw like a gauntlet, he wiggles and pokes some of the buttons and finds that it still turns on. Wagging his tail a bit, he opts to keep it, as he's the only person capable of using it. (with Strux having only 3 fingers on each hand and them being about the same thickness as a sausage, and Cooper's fingers being without claws, so too stubby...)
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 11:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 12:23 am
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