Hackie

You heard gunshots, one, two, three. The door has holes in them. Something is wrong, what's wrong? Canon was shot in the leg once, and twice in the lower chest.

Even if it left them clonable, my point stands, making evidence disappear like swoosh.

What's this 'bout? Basically, dousing a person in fuel and lighting them on fire, doesn't really burn them or dispose of much evidence. As a traitor after murdering someone, generally I burn the body as it's good roleplay. Right now, I'm pretty sure burning a body doesn't do anything but cause burn damage. I think there should be a big consequence to this, making them unable to be cloned, hiding certain information in autopsies. This fixes some issues as traitors, I mean, after you leave someone burning in a bathroom stall for 30+ minutes, usually you can't really recover much from them. Now, this isn't something quick or instant, your chicken has to be in the oven for a while before it's ready to eat. Maybe for, ten minutes straight of burning before the body becomes completely unrecoverable? It makes life easier for traitors.

You hear him climbing out of the truck, he walks towards the door like usual, but, you hear the sound of the hammer of a revolver being pulled back. Oh no.

I love how mature our staff is.

I guess we could trust you not to play assistant with this coat? Just limiting yourself to security is the best option. If you play a diverse amount of roles with this character I guess we could trust you to simply dispose of it, not use it or, ask an admin to remove it.

Punch = Hand = Fingerbang = Gun

I did wrestling, it broke up. I did some taekwondo when I was like six. I did some boxing too. And I shoot guns, pew, pew.

Meh, I own Reach, I've played Halo 1, 2, 3, and I rented ODST. It was pretty okay, there are a lot better PC games tbh.

I like doing martial arts. aka I punch people. Do you like martial arts? What martial arts have you done or are you doing? I sure do. You should do it toooooooooo!~

Ah, good ol' Detroit, ya gotta love it 'ere.

I don't see why another badge could be bad. People could use this item if they are interested in roleplaying with your character, like, 'Hey what's that badge all about? It looks all special 'n stuff.' +1

I think this is just a lotta trouble for one or two items. I think we could simply do this if you had a custom coat sprite that spawned with you. That's the easier way to handle tbh. +1

That sounds cool, there's probably already a sprite hidden deep beneath the code. If Sue was nice we could steal it from her and it'll be all coo' 'n stuff. +1

Solid Bryce Faust and Liquid Bryce Faust - They would look incredibly similar - Liquid would be a passive aggressive buttface - Solid would be nice - Eventually they would do a contest for who's better at what - This ends up in a wild west duel - Then the real detective would come to to ask why there are two clones and why both of them have revolvers - It ends in a three way shoot out

The black man grumbles and shuts the door, you hear the sound of it locking again and him climbing into the driver seat. That man reminds you of someone named Sam? Samuel? Micheal?

The crunching of gravel is heard, followed by the sound of metallic clanging. You see a large black man dressed in a fine suit, he has a visible holster and pulls out his gun, he shouts, "Quiet the motherfucking down! Who here was screaming?! And why the hell is the shrimp bleeding?!"

Canon gets a couple more splinters as he bashes the wood board, it breaks in half. The truck stops, you hear the opening of a door, shit.

Canon stomps on the boards furiously, he gets some splinters but the Wooden board just slides, exposing a metal floor. Lemons tries to open the door but fails. It's like there's some kind of lock on it but, on the outside you see another cargo container hooked up, are there more people?

Bryce after a long day of shouting at people, being immature, smoking cigars and being un-robust goes with a bunch of his Tajara friends and drinks hard booze. His main man, Hakra, is his drinking buddy, they go to Biesel, head to one of their apartments and drink booze. Sometimes he'll drink with Karima on the Odin, sometimes he'll just drink with a stranger or another officer and just learn about the world. What it's like on New Gibson, or how's it like to be on another vessel. When he's really stressed after a hard day, he'll skip hanging out with friends and smoke a joint (Ambrosia Vulgaris = Weed).

Some voice in your head shouts, "You stupid motherfuckers! Get out of this truck and stop thinking heavily, do stuff! Jesus Christ, I've seen sloths more active than you."

Hive lands on a shard of glass

The truck bumps on something and Hive's bindings break loose. Shitty work. You need to get out of this place, quit thinking, start doing. Hive looks through a hole in the truck and sees miles of forest.