shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Duh!
... Uh. This is a duh, right? I don't fragging... know. I'm a miserable slagheap I don't know how fun actually works.
[He crosses his arms]

 

*laughs sheepishly* Yeah, I guess it was.

And uh. I guess I get that now.

 

There are chemical modifiers that can be added to a medication routine to adjust brain module function. Or, in extreme cases, neurosurgery, though I understand that Aurora dislikes that route as a first resort.

Hax is fun. Everything else that is fun gains its fun modifier from its relative position to hax. I can teach you other games.

 

figured

sorry mr sprinkles )8

 

...We cool?

[Salty medic voice:] For good reason. Emotional reprogramming has so many problems.

 

[The blankest of stares.]

 

That sounds dumb.

 

... I'll literally break into your habsuite and murder you in your recharge one cycle if you continue this hax being the be all end all jetfuel.

 

Yeah.

 

I think it sounds like a solution rather than a course to more problems.

[He pats her very carefully so he doesn't knock her off by accident.]

Chess is highly enjoyable as well. Human checkers might be something you would prefer.

 

Hey just asking, which of your fuel lines are you most attached to?

 

I talk to Cloudcrusher about this. So I'm already doing the help stuff.

How fun is being around me, compared to hax?

 

The one that runs through my wings is my most vital while still being accessible, but all of them are attached to my frame.

Twelve.

 

Do you have a knife preference? Oh wait ooo, I could steal a scalpel from the medbay, where do you keep yours? Gotta keep it personal of course.

 

I'm twelve times more fun than hax???

-She looks at him starry-eyed.-

 

I do not have 'personal' scalpels outside of my frame. The standard medbay scalpel will work perfectly well, as it does not have feelings to engage with the matter.

...Yes. [Pat, pat.]

 

We should play a game! Not hax though, I'm still pretty bad, Stentato beats me every time but he likes it a lot.

-She thinks.-

Play Go with me. I like that one you taught me.

 

[A slim dark elf with short-cropped silver hair creeps in; they have a machete in one hand and a musket strapped to their back, and are wearing leather armor in various shades of beat-up brown and grey. They look around, keeping to a rocky wall that seems to have appeared just to be at their back. A black-and-white catfolk, a human (probably?), something humanoid but floating and legless, and... several large metallic humanoids. Very large metallic humanoids. That are talking and moving like people and clearly aren't statues.

They backpedal as frantically as possible without coming out of their crouch, only to realize the rift they came through has vanished.]

Sharkfucking daughter of an orc's little bitch, of course it's gone! Why not! Fuck my hot life, at least there aren't any firedamn daveslaves yet.

[They prod hopefully at the wall, but it doesn't seem to open any interplanar portals back up. Of course it doesn't.]

 

Awwwwwwwww do you just have to ruin everything for me? It was supposed to be all special. Now I'm not gonna do it, that's what you get for being a spoilsport.

[Staaaaaaares. What the frag is that]

 

[They glance back at the group to make sure they haven't been noticed yet... aaand of course they have. By one of the giant metal people. They straighten up and put on their best "relic-selling adventurer" smile.] Hallowed are the Aurii! Good... er... sir? I seem to have been a bit, ah, misdirected, do you know the fastest way to High Charity?