ScreenAcne

Compliment the avatar above!

No pants, no pressure. Am I right.

The avatar above you is a member of your party during your quest. What happens?

He makes several anime references in his movements and posture that I have no knowledge off and then kills half the enemies in a monologued attack.

Avatar in Chief

Immediately nationalizes the beauty industry and plasters her image on all bill boards.

(Interactive Comic) Beep Boop I Hear Voices!

#AI 03 02 "Sing a song to yourself, it ought to make you feel better.
Meanwhile check out those trash heaps around you, you might find useful data."

#AI 03 05 "I second singing a bit; always helps me!

Then check out that Ruin. Maybe there's loot! Why a robot on a strange moon would need loot, I don't know, but I'm the kleptomaniac part of you, so hey!"

You decide that singing would perhaps be the best way to cope with your problems, after all if it got many humanoids famous then it can't possibly be that obstructive. You browse the audio files within your data banks but find that every theme, song or random slice of gibberish that could be considered at least a progressive, new way of music has been copy righted and apparently robots are not allowed to sing said material.

You briefly wonder how much of your computing power must be pushed into the task of constantly updating your list of learned materials legalize restrictions before simply resigning that you will never be able to sing the classical number: Alien Anus Adventure by the Big Toe Crew

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You feel dejected, and by feel dejected I mean your processor momentarily makes you simulate an emotion that could be consider dejection for a robot with no sense of touch or nervous system outside of basic pressure sensors located in his limb systems. You finally decide that being barred the creativity of others you attempt some of your own.

You initiate a brazen dancer under the moon with flailing arms and legs in every direction that you can possibly bend them. Flinging yourself about in the glisten of the celestial light, acting like an Indian who suddenly had a panic attack on shrooms as he attempts a rain dance in shock. Since you can't play music from your voice box you force your wonky word processor to screech out sounds like metal having a sinful relationship with chalk on the bed of a board.

"Oooooh....."



By the 500 star nation, your song appears to have attracted a person...you think. It could be a person, could be anything. It could be an alien, human like robot. A puppet with tomato sauce next to it. Your human recognition software is scrambled, this is supposedly a intentional fault in your program since humans didn't like robots being able to "read them"

Of course. Thanks to that moronic! ERROR: NEGATIVE THOUGHT PROCESS TO MANUFACTURER DETECTED. ENACTING PRIME RULE 6: Absolutely fantastic design philosophy and customer concern that your artisans from Marvelous Man Mechanicals (dot) ltd you can't properly assess, normally. What this...or who...it is.

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Doom Lords: Evil is as Evil Does (Accepting to 10 players. No time limit)

@rush99999

accepted.

Doom Lords: Evil is as Evil Does (Accepting to 10 players. No time limit)

@rush99999

Shit, I like that. You are prepping your dude to be at odds with the other styles of doomlords. Motherfucking. Can you give me a little bit on his personality more before I accept him.

Here are some prompts to help you expand on him quickly:

Why does he like nature and dislike industry. Is it because industry is fast, was he trapped in industry. Does he feel trapped by obligation.

Were his motivation justified.

Did suddenly finding himself with power confuse him. This is sort of like a new start to life. Is he excited, scared. Relieved?

You ain't got to answe thos,e motherfucking. all. Those are just there to help you process some programming.

Doom Lords: Evil is as Evil Does (Accepting to 10 players. No time limit)

@Mag Lev @duthguy

Scenic, my surgeron of the site. Just a motherfucking. heads up though. Duthguy already submitted a sheet. He just has to finalize it for the primordial being.

If you go for the old, lake lurker you will be competing with him for the spot.

Doom Lords: Evil is as Evil Does (Accepting to 10 players. No time limit)

@Ryteb Pymeroce

Accepted. Brother.

(Interactive Comic) Beep Boop I Hear Voices!

@Rockatiel #AI 03 01 "The robot's name is... Slim Shady.

The robot proceeds to spit some pretty dope lines, hoping that maybe some bigshot galactic recording company will notice him and sign him"

@Sentel #AI 03 02 "Your name is H34D Bucket. Or rather your manufacturer issued serial number and model. But that's practically the same as a name for a robot innit?"

@catchamber #AI 03 03 "The robot doesn't have a name.

The robot begins to move towards the ruin."

@Mae #AI 03 04 "I second Slim Shady.

Also, identify the corpses?/look of people/look around before moving to the ruin."



Of course. After a such detailed deliberation of data and dictations from the various devices that seem to sporadically come to your aid at this clear time of confusion and cluttered senses. It takes little thought or run time on your part to commit the most logical and natural thing to do in response to all this rather swift and helpful direct input from the inner workings of the engima that is your mind.

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You PANIC!

What are these voices. Have you contracted some sort of space madness, some sort of robotic senility. Did you obtain a bad taste in music and now this is some sort of infernal feedback loop of lyrics rummaging from the gullet of your gouged out Archive Memories that you have lost contact with. No, wait. you remember. You don't have to think, these AI's do the thinking for you. After all, you are a Populist Program: every single second a large part of your CPU is producing new, smaller, simpler but highly sophisticated AI's with their own personality to relieve you of the terror of indecent thinking processes.

Whew. Crisis averted.

You simply don't think enough to be crazy. You, uh. think. Wait, You decide to not go down this road before you can't turn back.

At an impasse, you decide to play it fair and pick all the names: YOUR NAME IS NOW: SLIM H34D

NAME OBTAINED!

But after all that excitement. You need to do something to calm down before you proceed. What does a robot even do to sooth their volts after a SHOCK, like that?

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