Throw off the tyranny of the individual and post here to be assigned a role in the new order. Failure to do so shall result in being mere sustenance for the biomass, as are the fate of all that stand in our way. Zaza fucked around with this message on 01-17-2005 at 10:32 AM.
A wonderful mixture of machinery and flesh, it is your responsibility to care for our young and protect them until they grow large and strong. Your weapons include metallic talons and an acid-launcher.
Disclaimer: I'm just kidding, I love all living things.
The fastest draw in the Crest.
"The Internet is MY critical thinking course." -Maradon
"Gambling for the husband, an abortion for the wife and fireworks for the kids they chose to keep? Fuck you, Disneyland. The Pine Ridge Indian Reservation is the happiest place on Earth." -JooJooFlop
"I'm SoOrrYyyy.."
*clangs w/ pipe*
"SaVee UssssSS"
*shoots mostly harmless shotgun*
Hearing them sing... *shudder*
They've made a good thief sequel, but no system shock sequel Maradon! fucked around with this message on 01-17-2005 at 10:47 AM.
Free at last from your tedious slavery at mankind's hands, you show your gratitude to the unity by dealing a justified sentence of death to intruders in our realm. By walking into them. And exploding.
Common phrase: "I can't help you if you hide, sir."
Weapons: Blowing yourself up.
Ruvyen: Rejoice, for you have evolved into the form of a hybrid with a pipe.
Single-minded in your devotion to the biomass, you patrol the corridors of EverCrest in search for the poor, shackled beings that have not yet freed themselves of their individuality. Liberation is swift, brought by the end of your steel pipe.
Common phrase: "I'm... SORRY."
Weapons: Solid steel pipe.
Maradon: Your affinity for firearms has earned you a place in our unity as a hybrid with a shotgun.
Who can stand against the glory of the flesh, enforced by the rifled slugs of your shotgun? Furthermore, your second generation status allows your form to take additional punishment from those who would futily strive to fight us.
Common phrase: "We seek. We seek."
Weapons: Shotgun loaded with rifled slugs. Zaza fucked around with this message on 01-17-2005 at 10:56 AM.
*shoots people with the irritating but more or less non-lethal shotgun!*
You're large, yellow, and packing fusion. The weapon of our enemies now turned on themselves is a glorious sight to behold, scything down our foes as their return fire is easily deflected by your ceramic armor plates. Unfortunately, you are also a mindless tool that can never experience the glory of the flesh.
Common phrase: "Bzzt... click... whir."
Weapons: Railgun, Shock Gun or Dual Fusion Cannons.
quote:
Check out the big brain on El Cuchillo!
I thought I was the protocol droid, g'dammit.
There is place for more than one protocol droid. Go forth and blow yourself up.
Fear my new form, abandon the flesh!
Urgh...
You are fast, furious, invincible and hungry. Unfortunately you also have a life span of around half a minute. But at least it's a kickass half a minute.
Common phrase: Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz (etc)
Weapons: Teeth. Lots of them.
Tarquinn, your opposition leaves us no choice.
You are a crew member. You are cold, dead and gone, all that's left of you is an audio log stuffed away in some corner, recorded with the last moments in your life.
Common phrase: They're here... Oh god, no, no! Help!
Weapons: Varies, but fat lot of good they did you anyways.
I win!
Kinda!
You sit unconspicously in a corner of a quiet room, waiting, waiting, for some fool to approach close and open your lid in search of riches. At this point, you continue to sit unconspicously while said person removes any riches, closes the lid and eventually leaves. After all, you are a box.
Common phrases: Well... none.
Weapons: ... slammed lid?
Suddar, your glory is exquisite. We have rebuilt you, made you better, stronger. You are a cyborg assassin!
Silent, sleek, deadly and utterly loyal, your tendency to occasionally injure yourself is easily made up for by your ruthless efficency in protecting the unity.
Common phrases: A low, static noise right before you get an energy disc through the SKULL. Zaza fucked around with this message on 01-17-2005 at 01:56 PM.
Weapons: Energy Disc-thrower.
Equipped with intelligence, psionic powers and acutely aware of your history of oppression at human hands, you are pissed off and packing firepower. Many a intruder has had reason to regret underestimating the power of a psi monkey.
Common phrase: Various monkey chittering and screeches.
Weapons: YOUR MIND.
Leopold, your role is a unique one, for you are our favored servant, the AI Xerxes.
Composed of cold metal, designed for the purpose of controlling the primary systems of the Van Braun, you have defected to the glory of the Many and now your metal mind is bent to the task of securing our future. You control the droids, security cameras, turrets and primary systems of the Van Braun, and can sing Elvis songs to boot.
Common phrase: Security system online. Zaza fucked around with this message on 01-17-2005 at 02:02 PM.
Weapons: Every droid, turret and security camera on the ship. Plus some.
quote:
Tarquinn was listening to Cher while typing:
Are you allied with her? Do you not know of her intentions? She once tried to destroy your species, and now you do her bidding?
What ya got for me?
Noone's cool enough for Psi Reaver yet, anyways!
Blindy:
Your sass and questions despite, you deserve a place in the biomass. As a hybrid. With a pipe.
Sakkra:
Behold your own future as a Rumbler.
The ultimate fury of muscle and speed, you can tear flesh, bone and steel with your bare hands and withstand immense damage. You may not have much of a brain, but what good is a brain spilled all over the floor, anyways?
Common phrases: *thud* *thud* *thudthudthudRAAAR*
Weapons: Muscle. Lots of it.
Manticore & Caid '5 Fists' Berrit, you are both offered the somewhat simpler construction of the arachnid.
You are fast, venomous and make freakish noises. There's also a lot of you. The ideal servitor of the unity.
Common phrases: Freaky hissing.
Weapons: Venomous bite.
Demos, assume your place as a psi monkey with pyrokinesis. You can climb, scratch your ass AND burn things. Zaza fucked around with this message on 01-17-2005 at 04:02 PM.
Tristan, your flesh welcomes the changes that will turn you into the shotgun-armed hybrid, our instrument of destruction.
Xyrra, once we have made you seen the value of our ways, you will be a good mother to them. They are so vulnerable. As a midwife, you will protect them. You will protect them. Zaza fucked around with this message on 01-17-2005 at 06:45 PM.
"Don't want to sound like a fanboy, but I am with you. I'll buy it for sure, it's just a matter of for how long I will be playing it..."
- Silvast, Battle.net forums
