Uplift RPG Session #48

we Begin! Our heroes have succeeded in a battle of betrayl and twisting alliances have gone into the depths to seek a miraculous regeneration for their derranged and maimed comrade!

Gaven C. Starts stiffing around, trying to find some scent to a healing goo... or something.

Gator (GM): having succeeded
(hey! You remembered your fantastic smell powers!)

Match: rolling 1d20 + 15
(15)+15= 30

Martaues: "Right. Fred, you got a good hold on him? Or should I get the wheelchair?"

Match: "I still smell BURNING!"

Gator (GM): (d20. Alittle bit of a throwback there chief)

Match: "I can wheel myself. But I'd LOVE if you help Martaues."
(OH)
rolling 1d100 + 15
(42)+15= 57
Sniff Sniff "Still BURNT flesh!"

Gator (GM): (you know what you're doing here Edward?
Indeed you do smell flesh. You can't place the species or it's condition but it permeates this place.

Martaues: "Help with... what? But, yeah, lemme see if I can get that down here."

Edward H.: (Yeah, helping them)

Gator (GM): I should note it is very dark down here.

Martaues: ( My suit's packed with everything except a flashlight so... bad news. We blind )

Match: "Martaues, you have a light?"

Gator (GM): With your metal arm you easy bring down the wheelchair.

Martaues: "Don't think you smoking right now would be the best decision... But no. Not a single thing of light."
"Your nose pick up anything other than, uh... yourself?"

Match: "BURNING ruined my nose! I can only smell the ashes of myself!"

Martaues: "Right... Well crap. Guess we'll just have to fumble our way there."

Edward H.: "No turning back to get a flashlight?"

Martaues: "... Actually wait, the car might have one. Otherwise, we gotta haul ass to the stores."

Match: "No, BAD THING will happen if we go back!"

Martaues: ( check the car? )

Gator (GM): Sure.

Edward H.: "I'll stay with Match"

Gator (GM): Because I'm still on mobile, let's summarize.
You find a 9mm, a bag of lye, a flashlight, and a first aid kit.

Martaues: ( Rad. What's lye? )

Gator (GM): A powder with a high acid content, used in mixing concrete and other applications.

Martaues: ( Eh. Why not. Pocket that too, alongside the 9mm, flashlight, and first aid kit. )

Martaues comes back down into the sewer with supplies in hand. "Real glad they didn't take the car alongside the guy. Found all this stuff."

Match: "FRED, so... sorry about ship BURNING."

Gator (GM): What do you think they should do, fredward?

Edward H.: "I guess we can go forward now.
"Match, are you talking about how we first met?"

Martaues: ( Pick the direction with the most trash. Means people been there before and it's a good camping spot. )

Gator (GM): (trying the jukebox here.)

Edward H.: (It
(It's definitly moody.)

Gator (GM): You attack with your wide beam weak laser projector.

Martaues: ( What did the shadow drop? )
( Or is the darkness not dead yet? )

Gator (GM): This is the area you revealed.

Martaues: ( Anyway, onward in that direction then. )

Match: "Yes!"

Gator (GM): You see a clumped piled of flakes? Casings? You are not sure.

Match: "Me screaming at you, WITH STUPID CAT RUINING THE JOB!"

Gator (GM): Besides that you see a green luminescent tumor?
It seems to emit light when you shine on it as if it was activated.

Martaues: ( Investigate by poking it with a stick )

Match cleans his nose, and tries to sniff out again on the shroom

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(39)+15= 54

Gator (GM): You find two old, old revolvers. Six guns
And an ax

Match: "BURNING to away my smelling! I'm even more useless in this state1"

Martaues: "Hey, we're almost there, man. Almost there."

Gator (GM): You smell the flesh that makes up this place but now you make out another scent trail and the smell of machinary.
You also find a tattered leather hat.

Match Picks up the ax. "Maybe I should be AX psycho now since FIRE betrayed me Martaues."

Martaues shakes off whatever filth was on the revolvers and guns, then puts them alongside his other collected gear. "Can probably sell them later... And hey, if you do then at least your ax wont explode at the worst possible time."

Gator (GM): Everyone!

Martaues: ( What kinda guns are the six? )

Gator (GM): You hear something behind you!

Match: (Flesh wall 2.0)

Martaues draws the stack rifle and points the flashlight in the opposite direction.

Gator (GM): (Let me double check. 3d10+30 but in bad repair.)

Match turns his head back.

Match: (Also ax stats.)

Edward H. looks

Fred Actaeon: (Oh, it's a... robot, right? I saw it in the book.)

Gator (GM): Ax, 3d10. Also old and rusted.
Well, 4d10
(pretty much)

Martaues: ( Bad news, there's a Fred clone behind us )

Gator (GM): You see a pale man with a deadened expression, his limbs made of a like fiber metal!

Martaues: ( Nvm, my eyes are bad )

Match: "You healy man? Or old killer man?"

Martaues: "Identify yourself." Martaues commands.

Fred Actaeon: "We are looking for the healing waters. As you can see, my friend has had better days."

Match Also pick up leather hat & hand it to metal limb man. "This your hat?"

Fred Actaeon: (That is one mobile wheelchair. :P )

Gator (GM): The man responds to both in a dreary tone, "I care for this place." He turns to Fred, "Yes, we are to heal and correct those brought to us."
"No." The man says looking at the hat.

Fred Actaeon: "So what happened here?"

Match: (Wheelchairs are moble, I was in one for a while.)

Match decides to put on the hat.

Fred Actaeon: (I know. Just saying.)

Gator (GM): "We have moved the regeneration tanks to the bowels."
The man responds about healing waters.
(he got the chair with good treads.)

Fred Actaeon: "Can you take us?"

Martaues: "We want to heal Match here."

Gator (GM): "Ah, we were instructed to put the regeneration vats directly below the opening on the ceiling. Since there hasn't been any signs in months we moved them to continue the facilities function."

Martaues: "Under whose instruction?"

Gator (GM): He paused.
"Master Nighthorse" he responds.

Martaues: "Hm."

Match: "Thats a good sounding name!"

Gator (GM): "But inaccurate, he does not have any equine genes."

Martaues: ( What species was the suit guy? )

Match thinks for a bit and then laughs.

Gator (GM): (as you are from Logos, you have no idea.)

Fred Actaeon: "What's so funny?"

Martaues: "Right... We want to use the vats for our rat friend here."

Gator (GM): "Yes, forgive my slowness.

Match: "You won't get it Fred."

Gator (GM): The man points into the shadows and says, you must traverse to the bowels sector. There another care taker will assist you. I am only to care for the beast."

Fred Actaeon: ".....what beast?"

Gator (GM): "Over there you will find a chamber sphincter

Match: "Is he real beast?"

Gator (GM): He continues to stare at you.
"The beast does not have reproductive organs. And therefore no gender."

Match: "Martaues sweety, can I have pisstol incase of BAD THINGS?"

Fred Actaeon: (which way did the android point?"

Martaues: "Uh... Yeah, sure. Here, man." Martaues says, handing the 9mm from the car to Match.

Match checks if gun is loaded.

Gator (GM): "this facility is a bio organic creature designed to tunnel through soil for enrichment. Prior users insist on calling it The Beast from lack of understanding the concept."
6 rounds, fully loaded.

Fred Actaeon: "I'll just take the axe then in case we come across someTHING that can't reason with."

Match just nods, as if he listening to a living museum info speaker.

Match: "AX is mine!"

Fred Actaeon: "Let's just go to the bowels."

Gator (GM): Proceed weast?

Match rolls of slowly to location, wait for Martaues.

Fred Actaeon: (Weast? What kind of compass are you reading there?)

Match: " cough cough* So Martaues, you well... AVAILABLE? "

Gator (GM): (north, east, south, and weast!)

Fred Actaeon: (That's WEST, Patrick. You're fired again.)

Match: "Wait! Is sheems eatable man robot?"

Gator (GM): The man follows you, staring.

Martaues: ( Sorry, was doing something real quick. Yeah, let's go. )

Gator (GM): "What is a sheet?"

Match: (Shroom)

Gator (GM): "Yes." He says.

Match: "Glowy shroom! They eatable?"

Match starts picking them to eat for later.

Fred Actaeon: "which way now?

Gator (GM): The man looks at s fleshy valve the opens and closes.

Martaues: "Hey, c'mon, man. They're probably like glowsticks. Shouldn't be eatin' them."

Match sniffs shroom.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(11)+15= 26

Fred Actaeon: (seems the dice hate you)

Gator (GM): "ah, I have a request" the man says.
It smells mildly sweet.

Martaues: "Hn?"

Gator (GM): "This creature has been locked by slabs of concrete for the past... Ten years. To improve efficiency I am permitted to ask they be removed from the dirt for us to pass.

Match: "What you want Robot Mons- I mean Robot Man?"

Gator (GM): You will have to roll science or engineering to figure out what he means.

Martaues: ( Don't have any science, but OK )
rolling 1d100
(79)= 79

Fred Actaeon: Science level one

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(72)+15= 87

Fred Actaeon: (which is...)

Martaues: ( +10 )

Gator (GM): He implies that the housing development or it's foundations have the creature trapped. He wants them removed or at least a clear path out of the suburb.

Fred Actaeon: rolling 1d100 + 35
(63)+35= 98

Gator (GM): Fred has deduced that this facility is some sort of giant work for improving soil quality, or so it sounds.
Brb

Martaues: "Uh... I got this bag of rye stuff here. Says it's acidic, maybe that'd help with gettin' rid of the concrete."

Match: "Mart, you don't want me to eat shroom?"

Gator (GM): "I am not equipped to solve this situation using lye." The man says.
Proceed down the hole?

Fred Actaeon: (yes)

Match: "Mart, Thingy beast eats soil, will rye make soil bad?"

Martaues: "I have no idea."
( Yeah )

Fred Actaeon: Um...

Martaues: "And yeah, best not."

Fred Actaeon: (This is new to me)
(and that)
(and that)
(and that)

Match: (Past stuff, scrolling thu past stuff stuff)

Fred Actaeon: (and that)

Match: (Jee-ourny was the best thing I ever done.)

Gator (GM): (sorry, I wish there was a button that assigned where the players were instead of the drag and drop map. Or rather I wish I knew what that was!)

Match: "Martaues turn of flashlight!"

Match brings out glowing shrooms for light.

Martaues: ( Need to stop popping in and out like this )
( Yeah, turning on the ligths )

Gator (GM): (sorry, fumbling with interfacer here.

Martaues: "...The fuck?"

Gator (GM): Gone is the green slimey landscape

Match: "This is like one of my dreams!"

Gator (GM): This new chamber has exposed bone and red sinew.

Martaues: "... That's rough, buddy."

Match Yells "MACHINE MAN IS THIS HURTING THE MONSTER THING WITH THE FLESH AND MOVING?"

Gator (GM): There appear to be sorts of organelles dotting this chamber.
And loose bones...

Fred Actaeon: (Is that a globe?)

Match: "AM I SUPPOSE TO ROLL IN BLOOD AND GUTS TO HEAL TIN MAN?"

Gator (GM): It appears so.
You receive no holla back, girl.

Fred Actaeon: rolling 1d100 + 35
(29)+35= 64

Martaues: "Hey! Just the hell is this?!" Martaues yells out

Fred Actaeon: I try to identify it with science.

Gator (GM): You examine the globe.

Match picks up a bone and hands it to Fred, "Use this to whack since I have AX!"

Gator (GM): You note that the globe is bronze while it's framing bits appear deteriorated. The names on the globe are different, though. It must be incredibly old.

Fred Actaeon: "NO!"

Martaues: "Lord... Let's just- Find the damn vats then get out of here."

Gator (GM): You also think that maybe the environment here is corrosive to some degree.

Match: "HA, globe has Faggan on it!"

Fred Actaeon: "This thing is living creature. Abomination or not, it's benifitial."

Martaues: "Hey! The vats, dammit, where's the vats?" Martaues yells
"Beneficial to WHO?"

Gator (GM): You do not here the man from the upper chamber
He either is ignoring you or cannot hear, both are likely.

Martaues shines the light around in an attempt to find either the exit or the supposed healing vats.

Martaues: rolling 1d100+25
(63)+25= 88

Gator (GM): You find stone statues laying in the speutum(I think that's the word)

Martaues: ( Do they looked corroded? )

Gator (GM): You also find a valve like the upper floor.

Fred Actaeon: (sputum)

Gator (GM): The opposite. They look like minerals have collected on them, distorting their details.
(thanks.)

Fred Actaeon: "I think we need to go down that next"

Martaues picks up a loose bone and then tosses it down towards the statue in the pit.

Match: "This is WAY more culty that the Zion guy at the trailer park I live in!"

Gator (GM): The statue breaks and reveals a man!
Bursting out as if encased in it!

Martaues: ( Meant for the bone to land into the goo and hope something would happen to the bone, but k den )
( The music certainly isn't helping either D: )

Gator (GM): The man shouts with a rusty knife in hand!

Martaues: "The hell?! Stand down!" Martaues yells, stack rifle drawn.

Fred Actaeon: "You just had to play around, didn't you?"

Martaues: "A GUY LITERALLY CAME OUT OF A STATUE, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EXPECT THIS?!"

Match: "YOU IN PIT! WE HAVE HIGH GROUND!"

Gator (GM): "Who're YOU?!" THE MAN SHOUTS AS he frees himself

Fred Actaeon: "We are here for the healing waters!"

Gator (GM): (and the thumbs of the gm hit caps lock.)

Martaues: "A tour group that went off the trail, now how about you explain how you busted out of a fuckin' statue?!"

Gator (GM): They put me in this thing!" The man shouts.

Martaues lowers his weapon. "Who's they? The robot guy?"

Match: "Did the statue heal you!?!"

Gator (GM): "Tie me down in the ichor here until it encrusts' on ya!"
"Nah, me gold armor is all the healing I'm need."
"Yeah, the ro-guys. They listen to that gas bag oh me partner."

Match: "You talk like midevil cartoon character!"

Martaues: "OK... Is that the healin' vats there?"

Match: "You been here for like 600 year if you really are from that time!"

Gator (GM): "What the hell is a carton?"

Match: Match whispers "Mart, can we play around with time frozen man?"

Fred Actaeon: Was the partner "Master Nighthorse"

Martaues: "Healing first, then you can mess with him." Martaues whispers back.

Gator (GM): "I get out from time to time." He says producing a revolver from his side.
He points it at a pustule on the far wall. "NOT SO FAST, pardners."

Martaues: "Woah, woah!"

Gator (GM): "I fire at that there bulb and this carvern is awash in stomach juices. Probably won't melt, but toxic to breath."

Martaues: "... What in the hell is this thing and how do I kill it?"

Match: "Don't kill it It's the healy thing! I think."

Gator (GM): "Treaty no treaty I ain't letting no chip head have Eo treasures."

Fred Actaeon: I'm a Eo citizen.

Match: "I'M from Eo!"

Martaues: "And so is Match. And I... technically am." Martaues says.

Gator (GM): "Then why you work for a logger? All they do is steal our crops and make us slave labor!"

Martaues: "... A what?"

Fred Actaeon: "We have no idea what you are talking about"

Match: "ITS A SLUR MART."

Martaues: "When... What was the last date you recall before being here?"

Gator (GM): "Logger! Plate rider? People from space? Freaking logo people."
The man recalls a long time.
"1489, I got out Abit but Enoch caught me."

Fred Actaeon: "Enoch..."

Martaues: "I have no idea what any of those are, I'm just a mer- Uh... Freelancer."

Match: "Mart, should we say you saw the light? Like found religion?"

Gator (GM): "No logos are freelancers! Defy all that is holy and good with your light talking machines and... Flying machines! Bet you got a machine wife in your sky cabin!"

Match: "Friend this man FOUND THE LIGHT OF GOD IN THE MOCKERY OF LIGHT IN THE SKY!"

Martaues: "Man, that was when I was still livin' with my Mom. I haven't took the time to go to church in years. Or, wait... You're talking about something else, aren't you?"

Gator (GM): Coming down here to take our foods and wood!"

Match: "IM PASTURE MATCH, I BAPTISE BY FIRE TO SHOW MY DEVOTION TO THE LORD!"

Gator (GM): Anyone have history?

Match: (No.)

Gator (GM): Or any knowledge skill?

Martaues: "Man, don't even get me started about robot wives, those folk are just plain weird."

Match: (No.)

Martaues: ( Nadda )

Fred Actaeon: (I DO!)
rolling 1d100 + 35
(38)+35= 73

Gator (GM): The man is referring to a time centuries ago when Logos would raid Eo for supplies. It was less raiding and more "smash and grab with flying vehicles." This was stopped when Logos developed proper food technologies and Eo developed bigger guns.
Apparently he holds some hostilities.

Martaues: "Uh... Fred, you got any idea what he's goin' on about?"

Fred Actaeon tells them.

Martaues: "Riiight..."

Match: "Thats interesting, I didn't learn anything from school cause I sucked at it!"

Gator (GM): You can imagine how someone would feel about a superior armed for just up and stealing your livestock and goods.

Martaues: "I barely got a C in history when I was still in school."

Gator (GM): You imagine the treaty he talks of might be the early formations of the miriad of laws about Eo and Logos interacting.

Martaues: "Right, man, I'm not the... representative or leadin' ambassador of Logos or nothin'."

Fred Actaeon: "He's not a threat. Let us through."

Match: "He works for us EO citizens!"

Martaues: "Work for you, I- Look, I just want Match here healed. Guy's been through more than enough."

Gator (GM): "Bullshit! And I mean that literally. I lost 2 thousand in cattle to logosers!"

Martaues: "And how does takin' that out on a merc who hasn't been on Logos in near a decade gonna solve any of that? I just want a guy who I had to peel napalm off of his skin to grow some back!"

Gator (GM): "The teach chip heads to lie with every breath!"

Fred Actaeon: sigh "What will it take to convince you?"

Gator (GM): "I want, that gun!" He points at Mart's rifle.
Mart, you should note that he likely doesn't have a LID and it will not work for him.

Match: "Mart give this man that gun, ITS AN ORDER!"

Fred Actaeon: "Hand it over, Mart!"

Martaues: "Oh you can fuck right- ... Ugh, fine, dammit. Just let Match get healed, dammit."

Martaues tosses the stack-rifle to the man.

Gator (GM): "huh? Oh sure. Right. I just wanted a sign of Goodwill. The sorry sap can do what he wants, I dunt care"

Fred Actaeon: I go through the vaulve.

Match sniffs at the cowboy man.

Match: rolling 1d100 + 15
(6)+15= 21

Martaues: "You gotta be fuckin'-" Martaues grumbles, running his metal hand over his eyes. "Fine. Fine. Where are the damn healing crap?"

Gator (GM): "Wait, wait! He reaims the gun," I want two thousand dollars! Yeah!"

Match: (I fucking hate these dice.)

Martaues: ( Which gun? )

Match: (brb)

Gator (GM): He reeks of the juices of this place. Besides that he appears to be a genetic human in perfect condition. He also has some cybernetic mods."
Alot of mods, actually.
(he is not observant, the one you pointed at him.)

Match: (okoy how advance were people in 1488?)
(And what year is it?)

Martaues: "For the love of- You know, what, fine. OK. Fine. Tell me your damn chip account?"

Gator (GM): (cowboys)
(2018, let's make it easy for us all)
"I, uh, don't really have..."
He has no idea what an electronic account is.

Martaues takes a step closer. "Well then, BAAAAD NEWS, PARDNER! Aint got any money to throw your way. Whole thing is connected to the banks. Robbin' people for their money aint that big of a thing anymore when people don't got any money on hand to take right then and there."

Fred Actaeon: I'm in the next.... "room"?

Martaues takes another step closer. "Almost everything is connected in one way or another. Clothes, cars, banks, whole lot of the stuff."

Gator (GM): He begins scratching his head in a strong fashion. "Yeah, okay, okay, just move along." He says

Match: "It's been A LOT of years since of your slumber."

Gator (GM): He grunts.

Martaues: "Know another thing that doesn't work without a chip or connection?"

Gator (GM): He appears to have lost focus and is clutching his hair with both hands. Apparently this is a bothersome conversation for him.

Martaues: ( Both hands? What, did he drop the stack rifle? )

Gator (GM): Yeah
(it's at his feet)

Martaues: ( So the valve is the next room? )

Gator (GM): Yeah, technically it's a sphincter

Martaues: ( Anyway, I want to grab the stack rifle and get out. )
( As much as I want to jump him now and knock him out, I have no idea what mods he has. )
( And I want to get the fuck out of this thing as soon as possible )

Fred Actaeon: (Fred is going to give you so much crap about poking things you don't understand.)

Martaues: ( Just nab the rifle, shove him down in the pit, and go after Fred with Match )

Gator (GM): (really push him down?

Martaues: ( Well if I can just leave with it while he stands there mumbling, then I guess not )
( Only wanted to do that if he would attack me or something if I took the gun back )

Gator (GM): Nah, he is busy comprehending something.

Martaues: "This gun doesn't work either without a chip. In your hands, it's as useful as a piece of rebar."

Gator (GM): Congratulations, you found a well lit room!

Martaues takes the rifle back and goes down the sphincter with Match, but not without grumbling a string of disgusted profanities.

Fred Actaeon: "So, promice not to go poking around things we don't understand?"

Match pokes Fred.

Match: "Can we poke the things we know?"

Martaues: "I just wanted to see if the bone would, I don't know, regenerate flesh or something."

Gator (GM): This chamber has many, bones. Alot of them appear to be just lying around but there are giant complex structures that appear to support the chamber.

Fred Actaeon: "Ah, yes. The vats"

Martaues: "But tell me, how in the hell am I supposed to know that a statue contained a living being?"

Gator (GM): At the far side you see a giant pool of liquid and strange rwuipment

Fred Actaeon: "Excuse me, sir."

Gator (GM): Equipment.
(I'd like to say this servitor is a woman for the sake of flavor. But eh.)

Fred Actaeon: "My friend here needs to be healed"

Match: "Mister Robot Man, I'm Match and I'm hear for healing."

Fred Actaeon: "I'm sorry. Madam."

Match just looks at her in the face.

Martaues: "They're robots, they don't reproduce."

Gator (GM): The servitor looks at Match.

Match: "I'm going to get my limbs lopped of if I don't get dipped MISS."

Gator (GM): "yes, you have extensive tissue damage and a smoldering infection." She says.

Match point out the paitent gown he's still wearing.

Martaues: "Yeah, he needs some of that healin' stuff as soon as possible. Is that the pools up ahead, how does this work?"

Gator (GM): "You will probably die in the wild without repairs."

Match: "Yes, I know that I will DIE without help."

Fred Actaeon: "How long does he need to be in there?"

Gator (GM): We place you in the chamber and replacement tissue is synthsized from your sample genetics." She says as she uncermoniously pushs you to the pools, without asking.

Match: (Me or Fred?)

Gator (GM): "Current tissue will be scanned and repaired as needed."

Match takes off the gown.

Gator (GM): The one that is on wheels.

Martaues: "Heck, we probably got time. Fred, your arm still busted?"

Match: "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO PUSH ME."

Fred Actaeon: (Is it?)

Gator (GM): Oh yeah, his arm is messed up as all hell.

Match: "Martaues, you can get in and get your limbs back!"

Gator (GM): Let's put it this way, if you suck your thumb you here a whistling sound.
"One at a time please." The woman lifts Match like a ragdoll and drops him in a open tube.

Fred Actaeon: "I guess if this goes well, the I can get in and take off the cast early."

Martaues: "I, uh... I-I think I'm good without them."

Gator (GM): "This is the first time we have had proper uplift constructs in a long while."she says blankly.

Fred Actaeon: "...constructs?"

Match: "OH OH I KNOW THAT ONE!"
"Bucks at the part belive that conspiracy about humies made us."

Martaues: "A what now? That whole human thing?"

Gator (GM): "Constructs, entities produced via artificial means." She responds.

Match: "I can't believe that he was right abo- Wait I all ready sorta belived it."

Martaues: "Wh-what are you sayin' now? That we're all test-tube babies or somethin'?"

Match: "Were like animals with human genes, like with humie genes we be stupid and like animals!"

Gator (GM): "Given the current circumstances, your disbelief could be a sign of brain damage. Would you care for a brain scan?"

Match: "And how "The Pure Luck" One will contact them and bring us to them!"

Martaues: "Screw off- Uh, negative. Just... what the hell."
( Wonder if I should have Mart go into the vats. )

Gator (GM): "Do you regularly ingest heavy metals?"

Match: "Me?"

Fred Actaeon: "No...."

Martaues: "For- Disengage in queries."
( Mart's got pisspoor strength, but wouldn't lose any agility. )

Gator (GM): "Can you recall how many times you have been struck in the he- ah, yes sir."

Match: "This means that the times I dissapoint dad about religion he was 100% wrong!"

Gator (GM): The tube opens and Match has been healed immaculately
(This is as close to mocking as a servitor is allowed."

Martaues looks down at his augmented legs and arm, unsure if he wants to go through with getting his limbs back.

Match looks down at himself, all healed with no more burns on him at all.

Martaues: ( 1-50 for no, 51-100 for yes. )
rolling 1d100
(83)= 83
( Welp )
"You, ah... Go on ahead next, Fred."

Gator (GM): "The rodent uplift is finished repair. Do any of you wish service?"

Match Rushes up to the Servitor and hugs and thank it, before heading to mart.

Match: "MART IM FIXED!"

Gator (GM): "At least you are grateful."

Fred Actaeon: "Me. My arm heal a bit quicker."

Match once again hugs mart, forgeting how well 'ill equiped' he is.

Gator (GM): "I detect extensive nerve damage. It is likely your arm would degrade to vestigial state."

Match: "I DON'T EVEN HAVE DAD BURNS!"

Gator (GM): "do you need assistance to get in the tube?"

Martaues looks relieved to see Match no longer a burnt husk. Though surprised by his hug, Martaues accepts it. "That's awesome, man."

Fred Actaeon: "No I can handle it" I take off the cast.

Gator (GM): I guess your house is back to... 150, right?

Fred Actaeon: (What about his mental health?)

Martaues: ( The robot was talking about brain damage. The pools would probably heal any abnormalities. )

Gator (GM): The repair time is significantly faster. You feel mild electric shocks. Like a joke buzzer.
(miraculous healing would help, huh? Let's say it's back to 0)

Martaues: "Right, right... Gotta let go of me, man. I think... Yeah, I think I'm gonna use it next."

Fred Actaeon: "Thanks. Really, Mart?

Match lets go of his hug.

Gator (GM): The gal bot interrupts.
"I'm afraid I will have to remove your primative cybernetics to proceed."

Martaues: "Yeah. I mean, hey, if I lose my arm or legs then I can just slap these back on like nothing's changed, you know?"
" ... Primative? What's considered non-primative then?"

Match: "Yeah, but we have this place to get fixed again!"
"And you need to not wear anything during it Mart!"

Gator (GM): She thinks for Abit.

Martaues: "Eeugh, after the place we went through to get here, I got second thoughts about goin' through that again."
" ... What?"

Match: "Nothing."

Gator (GM): "I would be considered average cybernetics. Master cleutus is another example."

Martaues: "Who? I- Whatever. Right, how to... take these off..."
"Uh... Mind helpin' rip off my limbs here?"

Gator (GM): "I will give you a hand."

Match: "Cleutus is a term for hick."

Gator (GM): rolling 1d100+50
(12)+50= 62

Martaues: ( And the C-Frame? )

Match: "You need help getting him in Machine Woman?"

Gator (GM): I'll spare the Gorey details, but she rips and mauls your limbs like a chicken.
It is horrible.

Martaues: "Hey, hey! At least leave some of the crap intact, dammit!"

Gator (GM): Roll and add strength

Martaues: rolling 1d100+20
(20)+20= 40

Match: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

Gator (GM): You beg her to stop after Abit but you faint so she continues.

Match Draws ax."

Fred Actaeon: "Woah there!"

Martaues wants to scream as his augmentations are ripped out, but passes out before he can do so.

Gator (GM): Let her continue doing this?

Fred Actaeon: hes
Yes

Martaues: ( Well how the fuck am I supposed to stop that? )
( I'm missing an arm and two legs, and I'm out cold )

Gator (GM): Good point.

Match: "YOU'RE HURTING HIM!'

Gator (GM): She flips what remains of you in the tube. After afew awkward hours the tube opens.

Fred Actaeon: (You rolled bad. That told me she wasn't trying to intentionally kill him)

Match: (I know she was helpin, but match wouldn't really.)

Gator (GM): Well, he was almost 80 cybernetics

Martaues: ( Is Mart awake or still out cold? )

Gator (GM): Nah you woke up after times... When your heart stopped.
But you're fine now.

Martaues: ( That's not good )

Match: "Mart you okay?"

Gator (GM): Also, suffer.
rolling 3d10 my damagd
(7+10+7)= 24

Fred Actaeon: (If he is out cold, better to put him in the vat than fight the robot.)

Martaues: "NO, SHE WAS TEARING THE METAL OUT OF ME THAN JUST LOOKING FOR THE DISENGAGE LOCKS!" Martaues yells while gasping for air.
( 24 MP? )
( I'm at 5 MP out of 90 )

Match: (We need a beach episode dedicated to healing mp.)

Gator (GM): Well, it was a stressful procedure

Martaues: ( And now my health is 210/210 because of the C-Frame being removed )

Fred Actaeon: (So has he been healed yet or...)

Match Helps mart out of the tube.

Match: (He healed.)

Gator (GM): "Ah, master Cletus has escaped again." She turns to the back.

Martaues thanks Match and starts to shakily put on the hawaiian floral shirt and khakis, stumbling as he tries to get used to his regenerated legs. "Wh-what the hell is it now?!"

Fred Actaeon: "YOU COULD HAVE BEEN MORE GENTLE!"

Match: "You want me to get the wheelchair as you try to walk normally again?"

Fred Actaeon: "Clever, Match."

Gator (GM): "You did not as-"She says before a shot hits her directly in the eye!

Martaues: "N-no man, just... Give me a- OH FUCK ME!"

Fred Actaeon: I get down.

Match: "WHY YOU SHOOT HER?"

Gator (GM): By the hole you came from, you see the man from the statue. He has a crazy look in his eyes and he is pointing a gun.

Martaues tries to find cover, stumbling over himself as he looks for someplace to go.

Fred Actaeon: "Oh, you." I take out my taser.

Gator (GM): Okay, we will bookmark it here and start combat next session.

Martaues: ( Cool )

Match: Good session today.

Martaues: Did the augments survive any?

Gator (GM): Your augments are fine.

Martaues: ( Cool. )

Gator (GM): Like pulling fruit out of jello.
Well, there wasn't slot of combat this session.

Match: Now im hungry for jello.

Martaues: So now Martaues has 4 strength overall

Gator (GM): Oh that was a good trade.
Like balloons that you keep the air out of.

Martaues: It's why I rolled, I basically lost a good amount of benefits on this trade

Fred Actaeon: I got a feeling that robot will get up.

Gator (GM): Even if you don't you do have the magic healing fountain.
Of magic healing

Martaues: Ooh yeah. Even if we take damage here it's not like it'll matter too much

Gator (GM): Kind of sad/fortunate that every time Edward is here we don't have combat.

Martaues: Any exp?

Gator (GM): Unless you all die and Cletus the cowboy decides not to heal you.

Martaues: It can bring back the dead?

Gator (GM): Yeah, 50... 20... 20
140xp, I think.
Cause of all the stuff that happened last session.