Glossolalia++: The Next Generation

Speed Racer

Glossolalia: The Next Generation

Starring:
Street-dancing Hooligan Rory Snow
Murderous Robo-Duck Terro Drake
Hip-Hop Hacker DJ Cypher
Imaginary Badass Spaceman Ffips
Holy Gunman Locot Doutwood
Gentleman Pirate Jonathan Brickley
Karate Cook Mal
Sadistic Physician Dr. Karakov
Natenborn Freak Ziggy
Gang-bangin' Engineer Rigue St. Sampson

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Soundtrack coming... maybe?


[Map of the hitherto unnamed Wrathship]

Last time on Glossolalia: The Next Generation



After being hired to kill a prominent member of the local UUUS government, our team of rag-tag mercenaries met up with a few old friends and began planning the job. The kill went off about as smoothly as one could hope, and led to the crew finding themselves in possession of a prototype "Wrathship," a space ship capable of using the Wrath to travel almost instantaneously across space. In spite of Brickley's misgivings, the crew held onto the ship and after arguing for like three fucking pages about what to name it wne off to a derelict space station located right on the border of a mass of Wrath. While Brickley waited aboard the ship the others looted the station. They found the entire crew of the facility brutally murdered, and before long Preston mysteriously vanished. Meanwhile, Locot and Rory discovered the dormant Terro Drake. He and the crew are now continuing their search through the station while Brickley does a bunch of inane bullshit on the ship.

Tommy2Hands

Weird how it always gets locked right after we start talking about mustaches

DE?AD

Damnit, Speed. You beat me by mere minutes.

Also, you need to fix the title.

Rigue flicks on the computer terminal set into door number 1A1. It appears to be a sort of patient information document, designed to keep those outside informed of the status of objects or people inside. The current note on display reads:

Update 102:
New model created a 12% rise in terror levels of subject. Subject now showing signs of long-term distress. May need to find a new subject for further testing.

I forgot what everyone else was doing.

Tommy2Hands

Terro was helping me bypass the login page on the big security computer

Speed Racer

What's wrong with the title?

Tommy2Hands

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Speed Racer

???

Tommy2Hands

Bad Speed, Bad!


You go to your room right now mister!

Speed Racer

Okay what about now.

Larlar

I will rape your hands until the concept of you typing sounds like a ridiculous Greek myth to future generations.

DE?AD

Speed, I know you can do this.

C'mon now.

Lockout

Locot goes to the entrance and starts doing what he can to put the butchered soldiers to rest. He takes down the hanging ones and lays all of the corpses out. Then he finds a sheet or something to cover them and says a few words.

edit: I'm really kind of useless until we start shooting something, so...

Tommy2Hands

Larlar wrote: »

I will rape your hands until the concept of you typing sounds like a ridiculous Greek myth to future generations.

What's your problem today Larlar?

Larlar

Tommy2Hands wrote: »

Larlar wrote: »

I will rape your hands until the concept of you typing sounds like a ridiculous Greek myth to future generations.

What's your problem today Larlar?

I love Greek myths.

Tommy2Hands

Oh.


Cool.

Doobh

Yep, helping Cypher crack the lock.

Doobh

DE?AD, we're gonna have a ballin' weekend.

DE?AD

I believe so.

Meanwhile, I am totally damn stumped on my battle entry for this Tuesday.

Bearstranaut

DE?AD wrote: »

I believe so.

Meanwhile, I am totally damn stumped on my battle entry for this Tuesday.

Two man enter.

One man leave*



(*with a generous consolation prize)

Doobh

DE?AD, I hope you will have a brilliant attack plan by Sunday night. Also, I have whiskey- and I offer you a glass or two for when you head up.

Doobh

FYI, FAQ is Irish. Use that against him. Just like the fucking British.



Yes. I am drunk on Irish Whiskey right now. What of it?

DE?AD

I really wanted to do a EBA parody, with DE?AD having no idea of what to do, and screaming HEEAAAAAALLPPPP, only to have Rob, Fletcher, and Natek show up with terrible music and inspirational dance moves to help him out.

Then I remembered it would require me learning to make movies, creating a YouTube account, and then actually drawing the whole damn thing.

So much for that.

Lockout

DE?AD we all know whatever you do will be hilarious and awesome

so you know, no pressure or anything

Doobh

Well, the whole DE?AD having no idea what the fuck to do is overplayed, just a little. I mean, it's your shtick and all, but I am a man of variety. But variety is always a risk. Probably why I like it so much.


Seriously, though. You shouldn't be doing all of your art sober. I WILL GET YOU DRUNK, I SWEAR TO GOD. AND IF I FAIL, THEN BEAR WILL TAKE THAT TORCH FROM MY HANDS.

scarlet st.

could do something with/to his sim, de?ad

Ffips explores the rooms down the hallway to see if any of them have patient notes that might denote something worth investigation. Quickly realizing that there are a bunch of doors and a bunch of the crew yawning, he grabs his walkie and shouts, "Maggots! Wake up and help down the hall! What use are ya if'n ya aren't even helping find the loot!" He looks sidelong at Rigue, "Goddamn kids wanna claim a share of the haul, they'd better work for it, eh?" He hops over to the next room and mimics what Rigue did to turn on the previous display. He mutters a few curses under his breath as his begins to sound out the first word of the note.

Pa... patty... patty enn... goddamnit

Doobh

Realizing that the crew is using primitive Radio signals, Terro finds the frequency and listens in interest. On the same frequency: I DO NOT SLEEP. UNLIKE YOU CARBONS, MY SLEEP CYCLE IS UTTER OBLIVION.

DE?AD

[12 + 6] Working together Cypher and the duck begin breaking down the security systems holding the reinforced door shut. They manage to disable the lesser identification measures present, but the heavier duty stuff is still in place, and doesn't seem to be budging. [|-]

Meanwhile, Locot lays out the bodies in the main room, and gives them their final rights. Locot gains ●.

Doobh

PATIENCE. SURELY THAT IS A VALUE THAT YOU CARBONS UNDERSTAND? KEEP AT IT.

Eternal appreciation to DE?AD for helping me with this character.

Aiding again.

DE?AD

No problem, Dubh.

Also, that is a pretty good idea, scarlet. I must ask Mori to have my sim kick his sim's ass.

Tommy2Hands

"Fucking a, duck", Cypher mutters under his breath as he clicks away at the keyboard

scarlet st.

Mori could probably help you out with images of FAQ's character to draw or just c/p into whatever you do an art of.

de?ad, anything on the other consoles or should Ffips give up trying to read and go get a comically big gun for his tiny frame

Tommy2Hands

"You know what, fuck this"


Standing up from his chair, Cypher extends his arms, and out of his finger tips shoot ten small, fiber optic, USB cables.

Seeking out all the ports on the computer, Cypher attempts to completely overwhelm the identification firewalls and such with useless, broken files full of crappy music/porn

Doobh

Christ. That could be a great idea, Scarlet. FAQ is a freak of nature- his sim just expresses it on a physical level.


And I am LOVING this character.

Bearstranaut

Rory goes on ahead of the group, caught in a daydream.

Doobh

What kind of daydream? Explain. EXPLAIN, DAMMIT!

DE?AD

[10 + 0] Cypher and the duck hack away at the remaining security programs, but it seems they're rather unfortunately well-built, and somewhat adaptive - learning from previous hack attempts in order to strengthen their own code.

Meanwhile Ffips browses through the other door-mounted terminals. From what he can tell, they all seem to be along the same lines - reports on the subject's response to different models. As he gets further down the hallway, there are some differences, however. There seem to be more strange non-sequitors on the part of the documentor, and a growing sense of genuine malice toward the subjects. In the end, it seems to be less about improving the model, and more about increasing the terror inflicted upon the helpless subjects.

Doobh

Take a 10?

Tommy2Hands

"Motherfucker-alright lets keep at it!", Cypher says, releasing more porn/music

scarlet st.

"Our valiant hero is met with incalculable evil... but there is more to explore!" he absentmindedly mutters to himself before heading off to the room Cypher had opened.

What was the description of the data arrays and the rest of the room besides the guns? Any other doors or computer terminals?

DE?AD

There are two totally unlocked doors in the main office that no one has looked in to. The data-towers that are locked away do not appear to have been networked with the rest of the system, so there might be something interesting on them.

As for taking 10, well, Terro Drake and Cypher could technically force a full-jack into the security door's systems, allowing them to break the lock through sheer computational force, the only problem is that it could create a massive feedback loop and seriously damage anything connected to it.

In other words, you could force combat with it, with Deadly Combat enabled.

Tommy2Hands

hmmm