"It still lets me telefrag shit, and that's all that counts in the end." "Hey, I ain't reprogramming the damn thing!" Doomgirl fires back, maybe a little defensively. "Or maybe an ATM, or one of those copier machines with the little touchscreen pads." What's she mean by that? Where's it set to spit us out? "No, I mean we wouldn't fit in the destination." ![]() What, in her teleporter? Well, if she set that thing up and had you all file in one at a time. "Look, I say weird things all the time, okay? All three of us wouldn't fit at once." Yeah, I did." She scratches her head for a moment, fingernails rasping against that shattered helmet of hers. Right when that void shark was going after you, SHE was the one yelling about getting to the damn thing. And what was all that shit about her teleporter?ĭoomgirl shoots you another blank look, and you sigh. I can run at 57 mph, and gravity's afraid to touch me. ![]() She's got some abilities other than guns, right?ĭoomgirl puffs out her chest, smirking from ear to ear. Seriously, you've been up and awake for how many threads now? Yeah, let her go so you can take your long-overdue rest. What's Doomgirl think about all this void-between-dimensions stuff and Arfoire? How about the Sharicite lode you've got in your fort? What else can this adventurer do? What was all that talk about teleporting? You've seen Doomgirl whip out guns, but that's all you know. What's the last thing she remembers before getting warped into the hyperdimension? More to the point, what kinda stuff has she gotten involved in? Woulda started blowing shit up otherwise, and we're underwater. wait, that's all she was in here for? If you hadn't swung by, was she really planning on just SITTING here the whole night, watching over this supposed monster!?ĭoomgirl looks at you blankly. I'm not gonna ask why, so I'm hitting the hay now. The marine twitches her head to one side, and then the other, looking like a particularly demented pigeon. The storage space inside has collapsed into a singularity, ensuring that no one will accidentally put their belongings inside before it's to be moved. Meanwhile, the cabinet's almost deconstructed, well on its way to becoming a size and weight that lets it be easily carried by one dwarf. The bed's already done, stonewoven blankets and sheets frozen solid. ![]() You look down at the furniture you've got sitting on the floor. "Look, I know quantum stuff when I see it, and that's what it is! Quantum!" "I don't know! Quantum stuff!" The marine paces back and forth, her eyes not once leaving the rock bed and cabinet. "The hell did you just do?" she growls, her hand straying dangerously close to her weapon. Like dealing with an alleged monster inside the closet and under the bed.ĭoomgirl circles you warily, bloodshot eyes twitching suspiciously. Right now, you're just happy to be alive and dealing with relatively mundane stuff. Hell, your recent close call with alcohol deprivation is just the cherry on top. Lately, that hasn't bugged you as much as it used to, because getting shunted outside the known universe AND sealed into your fortress by an entire ocean's worth of water has a way of putting things in perspective. ![]() "Dwarf" does not play well with "moe personification," so you're just an especially short girl without a proper beard. You are Urist Twelfthbay, the moe personification of Dwarf Fortress and a short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
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