+Initiating BUmP sequence.

rolled 48, 71, 31, 25, 65, 78, 98, 54, 72, 100, 8 = 650

All at once!
Undecimal processors of the far future

rolled 15, 39, 82, 36, 80, 57, 34, 87, 71, 45, 54 = 600

Omnissiah, guide my dice.

>>16017252
+Input accepted.
+Cogitating...
+Output=
WS 32
BS 28
S 24
T 27
AG 31
INT 35
PER 37
WP 29
FEL 29

+Reticulating splines...
+Calculating lifespan remaining...
+Clearance level: minor
+Switching to interactive mode.
+Activating User.

You regain consciousness and sit up only passingly familiar with your surroundings. You have a bit of a headache from whatever happened to you before. Before you can even think of walking down to the Vendorus Medicae for some Asporin, your internal systems begin prompting you for more manual input.

+Assigned division not found. Manual input required.
> |

That's right, you're a Tech Adept assigned to... what area do you work in again? Biologis? Physic? Cafeterius? Maybe the lowest of three D.100 inputs will jog your memory.

>>16017448
+++ Malfunction +++
+Restoring JPEG.

rolled 30 = 30

>>16017448
We specialise in machine spirit research. Which has nothing to do with heretical AIs, nothing at all.

>>16017448
Biologis

rolled 95 = 95

>>16017611
accidentally the whole d100

rolled 51 = 51

>>16017448
STC reconstruction and research.
Explortor division

>>16017523
+Input accepted.
Ah, yes, that's right. You're part of the LEGIO CYBERNETICA. You've been assigned to a not-so-important but totally secretive position by your superiors doing TOTALLY-NOT-HERETEKAL research. You mostly just get stuff and skim over notes, though.

The headache you've been experiencing begins to subside and you become a bit more focused in the here and now. Your systems once again prompt you for information.
+User name not found.
+Input name
> |

Finally, an easy one!
...er...Perhaps you'll need to consult your D.100 again.

rolled 59 = 59

>>16017448
Mechanicus - Adepta Sororitas interactus division.

rolled 94 = 94

>>16017677
Livia

rolled 22 = 22

>>16017677

Faustinius Heregaster

rolled 75 = 75

>>16017677
Norm.

>>16017766
You are TECH ADEPT Faustinius Heregaster of the LEGIO CYBERNETICA. How could you ever forget?
+Buffering...
+Buffering...

Looking around, you refamiliarize yourself with your surroundings. You're in your rather sizable and bland room. Immediately next to you is your BED, which you just climbed off of. To your right, a small WORKDESK sits near a corner with assorted KNICKKNACKS and TOOLS on top of it. You have no idea what you were doing with them. A small ways from your bed, a dataslate sits on the floor. You assume it's yours even though you distinctly remember putting it away in your WORKDESK. Lastly, in the middle of the dry, metallic room is a PUDDLE OF LIQUID. Whatever the source was, it seems to have moved into your room and left this unsightly mess.

What do you do?

> |

Examine the LIQUID with your Mechandendrites.

After screaming about it, proceed out the door to find your STUFF

rolled 61 = 61

>>16017968
Grab our tools and dataslate, analyze the LIQUID

rolled 54 = 54

>>16017968

Recover TOOLS and DATASLATE. Examine PUDDLE OF FLUID.

rolled 66 = 66

>>16017968

Fucking DAFTUS PUNK?! PRAISE THE OMNISSIAH!!!

>>16017968
This cannot be our bed, because a mechanicas would have a chair at most. Maybe they wouldnt sleep atall, but sit and recharge.

>>16018012
Might as well start with the nearest. You take a few steps and stoop down to pick up your DATASLATE. It looks like it's okay. Hopefully none of that STRANGE LIQUID got inside the cracks. The senior Adepts will have your hide for that! It looks like some files have been accessed recently. The screen itself shows a block of data that you recognize as the MAGOS CYBERNETICA's notes on some things he told you were trivial and that you should shut up and copy down. He sure was grouchy that day.

+DATASLATE acquired.
+Continue with last command?
> |

rolled 18 = 18

>>16018118

yes

rolled 38 = 38

>>16018118
Check pockets/inventory.

rolled 58 = 58

>>16018118
Examine the dataslate, check inventory

You walk over to your WORKDESK and pick up your TOOLS. Among them are such handy things as a COMBI-TOOL, a MULTIKEY, and a WOODEN RULER. Now that you have your tools of trade, time to get to work on examining that str-

+Event: D.100.
+Accepting inputs marked by EVEN numbers.
> |

rolled 7 = 7

>>16018204

We do the omnissiah's work this day!

rolled 25 = 25

>>16018204

Hey, OP, are you asking for an action to be declared with a d100 roll attached to it, answering only even-numbered rolls?

>>16018228
Wait just a data-mining moment... Your keen eyes see that your TRUSTY HAMMER is missing! You know for a fact (almost) that you always put it down there. There's no way you wouldn't have it on your WORKDESK. Besides that, it looks like the DRAWER has been left slightly ajar. This is definitely fishy...

+Input required.
> |

>>16018277
Even-numbered posts.

rolled 83 = 83

>>16018290

Investigate WORKDESK, beginning with the DRAWER. By the Emperor's glorious gilded ass, we shall get to the bottom of this mystery!

>>16018277
>>16018296
Stupid 4chan.
Even-numbered posts, but that's only in the event of an "Event: D.100". Every other time it's the lowest of the next three posts.

>>16018319
You peer inside the DRAWER. The contents seem shuffled around and generally disorganized. It's usually like that but it's YOUR brand of disorganized. You seem to be missing a spare MINI COGITATOR CORE. Not sure why anyone would want that. They're easy enough to make. At least they left your Adepta Mechanica stash alone.

It seems as though whoever took your TRUSTY HAMMER was very good at not leaving any fingerprints. However, you do notice that there are some small, square MARKINGS on either side of where your TRUSTY HAMMER should be. Whoever it was, they weren't careful enough. Maybe they picked it up with a pair of PLIERS or something?

>>16018431
They used your hammer to break into your drawer?

+++ Addendum +++
+Input required.
> |

rolled 40 = 40

>>16018517

Hmm..a spare cogitator core, a trusty hammer, files accessed on the dataslate, puddle of unknown fluid...

Acquire ADEPTA MECHANICA STASH. Analyze SQUARE MARKINGS.

>>16018546
Just to make absolutely sure your ADEPTA MECHANICA stash is safe...
Yup, just how you left it.

A closer examination of the SQUARE MARKINGS reveals that they're much too large to be conventional PLIERS. They're moving from the outside inward towards your TRUSTY HAMMER's resting place. Whatever picked it up, it had some teeth or grooves for holding objects securely in place. By the Omnissiah's googol-core processor, that sounds like a MECHADENDRITE! Someone or something HAS been snooping in your room!

>>16018650
A sharp rapping noise on your door draws your attention away from the WORKDESK. Someone sounds like they're in a hurry.

+Input required.
> |

>>16018687
Well, open the door.

rolled 5 = 5

>>16018687

Oh, I was not doubting the safety of the STASH. But I'm a firm believer in carrying it around with you. You never know when that'll come in...handy!

Now, since the door is being banged on, Faustinius should step around the liquid and see what by the grace of Mars is going on!

>>16018650

Your drawfaggotry is making this really fun. keep it up.

>>16018739
>>16018713

I vote with these guys

>>16018739
>>16018713
>>16018764
You decide to pocket a copy of ADEPTA MECHANICA. Never know when you might need it.

Making sure to avoid the liquid mess in the middle of your room, you press the key to open the sliding door. Waiting outside your door, looking especially miffed, is one of your fellow Tech Adepts assigned to the same project as you.

What was his name again?
+Input required.
> |

rolled 6 = 6

>>16018789
He is fat, therefore his name shall be "Bob".

>>16018818
Can adepts even be fat?
What is he hiding under those robes?
We must know!

>>16018789

Bomburus. Natch.

>>16018818

Nice roll!

rolled 67 = 67

>>16018845

forgots my roll

rolled 29 = 29

>>16018837
ACCUSE HIM OF HAMMER THIEVERY!

rolled 72 = 72

>>16018837
Accost him!

>>16018818
>>16018845
He's your co-worker, Tech Adept Bob Bomburus. Before you can even accost him or accuse him of hammer thievery, he begins fluxing his vox-synthesizer at you in between huffs of static.
"Heregaster, *skrrt* what are you doing here? Thanks to you I *skrrrt* had to march all the way down here. *skrrt* The Mech-Lord is getting quite *skrrt* impatient. This is exactly why I asked the senior Adept to give *skrrt* ME the promising work. I knew you were a lout who would *skrrrt* just brush off his work. What's all that mess on your floor?"

He looks towards the PUDDLE OF LIQUID.

+Input required.
> |

rolled 42 = 42

>>16018944
MY HAMMER!

SOMEONE STOLE MY HAMMER!

rolled 77 = 77

>>16018944
Accost him!

And attempt to disrobe the thief!

>>16018944
God damn, Bob Bomburus is so fat, he's even got man tits.

Poke his tits because he is a fat pig with a terrible character.
His flesh seems especially weak.

rolled 91 = 91

>>16019000
Rollin'.

Adept Bob Bomburus talks like a Volus, a filthy Volus. He has the smell of guilt on him.

rolled 31 = 31

I've figured it out!

He stole the hammer to know us out!
Then proceeded in some slight burglary to throw us off the trail!

>>16018981
You quickly lean forward and yell at him, "My hammer! Someone has taken my hammer! It's an affront to the Omnissiah, I tell you!"

Bob stares at you wide-eyed for a moment before finally gasping out a reply.
"*skrrrt* hWell, that's... that's not any of my concern. That doesn't answer my *skrrt* question either! You've been *skrrt* gone for hours and when I come to collect you you go *skrrrt* on about hammers and don't even acknowledge a mess on your own floor. The senior Adept's gonna have a field day when he hears about this."

+Input required.
> |

rolled 72 = 72

>>16019127
Accost him!

rolled 94 = 94

>>16019127
Give him a nipple twist.

rolled 41 = 41

>>16019127
Grind him down for parts.

(I mean this is the only choice we have now, otherwise he's gonna tell on us.)

oh, and make it look like an accident.

(or we could write heretical markings on him while he's unconscious, then tell the big-cog about him and his heretical ways)

rolled 54 = 54

>>16019127

"You hesitated, Bomburus. Since I woke up I've been picking up the pieces around my quarters. Yes, there is some kind of fluid on the floor. *Grab* "What do you know about it?

>>16019179
No way. You're not going to take any more flak, especially not when it's not your fault.
"When the senior Adept hears about it? I don't think he'll be hearing about it at all."

+Event: D.100 (first even-numbered post's roll decide's the outcome)
+Input required.
+Frame him or use him to fill your WORKDESK?
> |

rolled 100 = 100

>>16019254
Use him to fill your work desk.
Burn the fleshy parts.

rolled 45 = 45

>>16019254

No one will miss him, I bet. Parts for the parts god!

>>16019285
oooooooh this is going to be fun

for him

not us

not at all

>>16019361
Feels like such a waste of a 100, but the post was odd numbered.

rolled 55 = 55

for the omnissiah we shall convert him to a better cause instead of the obvious fattening of himself!

>>16019306
With a quick lunge and a violent tug, you wrench the portly Tech Adept through your door and quickly close and lock it. As you stand over him, ready to dispense frontier justice, he holds up a hand in protest.
"What- what are you doing?! Stop this at once! I've gotten whatever this is on my arm and- Please! I won't tell anyone! I'll say you were busy performing emergency maintenance on rogue servitors! I'll even give you my SERVITOR!"

+Input required.
>10: Spare him his life
+No immediate action required.
>20: Proceed as planned
+Event: D.100
> |

rolled 15 = 15

>>16019436
>10: Spare him his life
He may be a fatty but we won't kill a fellow admech, I hope.

rolled 99 = 99

>>16019436
>20 proceed as planned
We're tired of this shit, it's time to make super weapons out of his corpse.

rolled 13 = 13

>>16019436

Unfortunate that he tipped his hand at our doorway. We may have been gullible and apologetic if he hadn't declared his intentions. Parts the fat kid.

rolled 77 = 77

he can be used for the greater good .. OF THE OMNISSIAH.. i assure you..

rolled 3 = 3

>>16019436
Spare his life. We still need minions to be able to continue our divine work of finding out who pissed in your room!

rolled 9 = 9

>>16019482
Addendum:
>20 proceed as planned

>>16019436

Spare him. We don't want to attract this kind of attention to ourselves this early, do we?

rolled 30 = 30

>>16019508

Whoops forgot my roll.

>>16019482
(Wow, this one was really close. A 2-point difference.)

In the relative safety of your room, with door locked and tools at the ready, you remove the stain on your career that is your co-worker Tech Adept Bob Bomburus. Maybe he will serve the Omnissiah's cause better as machine parts. Your hacking away at him and stripping of his iron bits is so horribly graphic that you can't help but find a mental escape and imagine what you would look like as a woman. After the deed is done, you look upon your handiwork and wonder if he ever expected such a GRIM fate in this DARK universe.

Oh yeah, there's blood all over the place now. Some of it has gotten into the PUDDLE OF STRANGE LIQUID and most of it has gotten on your sleeves.
+Input required.
> |

rolled 84 = 84

>>16019562
We put the lotion on our skin. And with that I'm out.

rolled 73 = 73

>>16019562
My you are indeed quite fetching as a woman.
Now that the deed is done, clean the room, dispose of the evidence, and change into a spare robe.
Also file away the mental image of your feminine self. You never know when you might need to disguise yourself and no one would ever suspect a female mechanicus when they're looking for a male mechanicus.

rolled 14 = 14

>>16019562

Well shit did we ever analyze the liquid?

If not, do it now as best we can then clean it up.

rolled 54 = 54

>>16019562
Use cybernetics to become a woman with robotits.

rolled 90 = 90

>>16019605

i support this

rolled 9 = 9

>>16019562

We'll sort out the better bits of Bomburus later...We should try to identify that liquid before Bob pollutes it overmuch.

rolled 15 = 15

I feel kinda bad /tg/, I'm going to go have a sit down.

>>16019622
After seeing all the life fluids all over the place, you realize that you never analyzed that STRANGE LIQUID. Well, no time like the present. You put a few drops of it into your MATERIALS ANALYZER, conveniently located in your right robe pocket.
How did that get there?

While you wait for the device to sort things out, you do some work on your end and clean up the mess. The whole mess. Some liberal use of ADEPT CLEAN and TRASH SERVITORS later, the room is back to its former glory. Except for that stain in the middle of the floor. Whatever this liquid is it's worse than blood.

A short whirr and a ding later, the device spits back results. It looks like the STRANGE LIQUID is actually HYDRAULIC FLUID. It's mainly used for the large industrial equipment around here but also finds uses in SERVITORS and the THURSDAY SPECIAL in the Cafeterium.

+Input required.
> |

rolled 29 = 29

>>16019750

Intredasting. We will file this away for later. With Bob(and the evidence) disposed of, we should be about our master's business. Bomburus DID say he required our presence...

rolled 70 = 70

Someone sent their servitor to beat us up and steal our hammer!

We must've put up a good fight though.
Too bad it'll be repaired by now.

Guess we've got an appointment to make.
Go talk to the big cheese.

>>16019794
Storing this information away in your memory banks for later, you decide to answer the summons of your superiors. You leave Building C1 and arrive at the platform just outside it. The forge you belong to is a sprawling display of mechanical prowess and genius, but orthodox, design. The grav-shuttle that leads to your station arrives and you hop on along with at least 50 other Tech Adepts and Menials bound for the same place.

Upon arriving, your ears are immediately accosted by the sound of an angry Mech-Lord. You can't quite tell what he's yelling about but it won't help to be any more late than you already are. You walk through a laboratory filled with all manner of electronic equipment, live wires, and slaving Tech Adepts splayed across every surface. Yes, even the Tech Adepts. This place honestly looks like it belongs in a holo-vid.

The holy, bulked form of the Mech-Lord is but 15 feet away from you. He is right now pacing the floor in front of several frightened-looking senior Adepts and two Enginseers.

"For what possible reason would somebody compromise this, I ask you! Nobody in this department has been given the freedom to speak of this to anybody else! They jeopardize not only MY work but the work and LIVELIHOOD of everyone involved in this project!"

+Input required.
> |

It was Probably Bob.

>>16019964
This. Tell that to the meklord, and say that he tried to kill us.

rolled 10 = 10

Wait for the grilling of our superiors to end to announce ourselves. Remember: We never saw Bomburus. Nope.

"Adeptus Heregaster, reporting in m'lord. How may I serve you?"

rolled 21 = 21

>>16019937
Report in to the mech-lord and await further instruction. If he asks about Bob say we haven't seen him.

>>16019937
Implicate Bomburus somehow.

>>16020033
(Sorry for the delay, even us Mechanicus have to eat. Much to our dismay.)

You sit back and let him finish venting at your superiors. Like you said, no more flak.

"If I were any of you I would do everything I could to find out WHO is leaking information. Your LIVES depend on it! We need not a repeat of Kallius Harum. Check the servitors and servoskulls before you leave. I want somebody mindscrubbed by the end of this week and if it's not them it will be YOU! Now get out of my sight."

After your superiors depart, you step forward tactfully and present yourself to the Mech-Lord. "Tech Adept Heregaster, reporting in m'lord. How may I serve you?"

The Mech-Lord turns his white hot gaze to you. He strides forward and towers over you. He makes no attempt to hide the size and strength of his form.
"At last, Heregaster. I have been waiting for hours. You would do well not to try my patience any further. Ever. And where is that bumbling oaf I sent to fetch you, whats-his-name? More importantly, do you have the copies of my data entries that I entrusted to you?"

+Input required.
> |

rolled 6 = 6

[fel] "that blubbering idiot you sent my way scampered off to eat more than his fair share of the cafeterium.."

(Just a reminder, the lowest D.100 roll of the first three posts after mine will be the one used. If an "+Event: D.100" is called, the first even-numbered post will be the one whose roll I'll use.)

rolled 44 = 44

>>16020160
We were robbed, m'lord.
They've taken a mini cogitator core and our trusted hammer.
We are still recovering from minor damaged to our databanks, from the supposed attack.

Have any servitors received repairs from unverified damage sources?
As for a summons, we never received one. We've come only to report our recent status and saw that you may require assistance in an important matter. One that may involve us.
Namely that our assailant may be the one who is leaking this information.

rolled 29 = 29

>>16020160
Sorry, sir, never saw him, 01111001 01100101 01110011.

rolled 83 = 83

>>16020160
Say that you were accosted in your sleep-cycle by someone you thought was Bob, and the data on your dataslate was ransacked.

>>16020205
"That blubbering idiot you sent my way scampered off to eat more than his fair share of the cafeterium."

The Mech-Lord looks at you silently for a moment. "I'll deal with him later. For his own sake he should hope he is never found. If you see him, deliver him to me at once. You may have to remind me how much I hate him right now but I guarantee it will all come back to me.
"Now then, the notes. You do have them, don't you?"

He extends a MECHADENDRITE towards you expecting you to hand over the notes. His fury seems to have calmed a trifle but it would still be unwise to tempt fate.

+Input required.
> |

rolled 8 = 8

>>16020305

Of course you do, they're in the dataslate. Unless of course he means he wanted them written down on paper or an appropriate substitute.

if so.. well shit.

rolled 64 = 64

>>16020305

I'm assuming that is the dataslate? If so, produce it. If we are in an isolated area, NOW would be a good time to quietly mention the hydrolic fluid and the break-in. Something tells me if we fail to do this, our Mech-Lord will make our entrails our extrails.

>>16020371
Not wanting to make the angry Mech-Lord blow a gasket, you produce the DATASLATE from your person. The Mech-Lord takes it in his MECHADENDRITE and begins scanning it at breakneck speed. You decide to take advantage of the relative solitude produced by the Mech-Lord's outburst and tell him about your situation.

"My lord, I have something more to report. There has been a disturbance at my hab. I have found evidence of an intruder: a pool of HYDRAULIC FLUID and my scattered belongings. I have even had something taken, though the DATASLATE remained."

The Mech-Lord keeps his gaze fixed upon the DATASLATE as he rapidly absorbs the information flitting across the screen. "Yes, it is good that you tell me this. I was just about to have you turned into Soylens Veridian for altering my data. This would explain much. Perhaps we can even use this to our advantage."
He lowers the DATASLATE and stares at you. "Tell me, Heregaster, how would you proceed from this point? How would you uncover the traitor in our midst?"

+Input required
+Input required
+Input required
+ by the Omnissiah, Input required!
> |

>>16020305

Hand him the DATASLATE, and "My lord, I awoke to discover my chamber broken into, as well as my desk plundered; a HAMMER as well as a MINI COGITATOR CORE was stolen from my WORKDESK. Addendum: I also found a suspicious deposit of HYDRAULIC FLUID upon the floor. It has since been cleansed.

rolled 86 = 86

>>16020464
The traitor has targeted me once, make it known that I have more valuable data on my person and see if they strike at me again.

This time have forces on hand to apprehend them for data extraction.

Until then, searching for the servitor they tasked may yield information on their identity or clearance levels. M'lord.

>>16020464

Cogitating, Please Wait

Resolution: My lord, I would provide false rumors that suggest of a major breakthrough on the project in question, and then a short period of rest in celebration thereof in which no ex-settlement signals would be sent. Though this would cost productivity, it would allow the isolation of data-transfer signals originating here.

Addendum: seed a false dataslate to look like a real readout of a major breakthrough on my person and all others of the project, inform no one. Bury in the data a viral code sequence that could be used for data-path recording or perhaps weaponization against an intruder, for the purpose of capture.

rolled 52 = 52

>>16020545

forgot meh roll

rolled 59 = 59

>>16020464

Hoo, bolter round dodged.

*M'lord, I am merely an Adept...But from what I have been able to uncover, my belongings were disturbed by a mechadendrite. I would begin by compartmentalizing this project from here on out. If my dataslate is not the only archive of data, I would revert back that alternate source, and in a sterile environment compare the sterile records with those from the dataslate. It may give us an idea of what whomever broke in to my hab was trying to accomplish...As wel as what they've seen."

>>16020545
"Sir, if the traitor believes that we have made a major breakthrough then they may strike again. This time, however, we will be ready. We will cease all communications bound for areas outside of our department. This will allow us to easily pinpoint the source of the leak. It may cost us some productivity but it is a sacrifice worth making. In addition, we may decide to create a decoy laced with SPY CODE intended to record the data's path or infect the traitor."

The Mech-Lord looks you over once more. "Not too bad, Tech Adept, but remember that we have a forge to run. Even in the face of Armageddon we must continue producing for the good of our brothers and sisters. We will stage a breakthrough, complete with false findings and SPY CODE. I will provide the raw data but you must be the one to produce the SPY CODE for I have much to do. Nobody but us will know of this. We may yet discover this traitor's identity. I will send you the data once I have finished fabricating it. I will also sow the seeds of rumor and dispatch armed SERVITORS to your hab building. Upon your call, they will aid you. Now go."

The Mech-Lord seemed mildly impressed with you. Now you have some free time since he didn't assign you another task.

+Input required.
> |

>>16020684

Calculating opportunites;
Resolution: tie up a loose end

Return to room and take inventory of Bob-Parts, make decision on what are useful, what are not. Dispose of remainder in a completely sanitized manner. Plan SPY CODE, then inspect Hab for entries that may be likely for the SPY to enter.

rolled 6 = 6

>>16020769

testicles divided by testosterone, I did it again.

rolled 11 = 11

>>16020778

stop with the nokodice. It's bad form.

>>16020684

I do agree with the above's idea. rolling for it as well.

rolled 81 = 81

>>16020684
Return to our room to sterilize the remains of Bob and integrate whichever we deem to be useful into our body. We must become stronger in the event that we are accosted by traitor, after all. Then begin preparations for making the SPY CODE.

>>16020837

k, thx. I've never actually done this before, so I'm unsure of the decorum. I appreciate it

rolled 90 = 90

>>16020858

It's generally only frowned upon when low rolls = success, since we don't know if you're rolling d6s instead of d100s.

>>16020839

Seconding this.

rolled 46 = 46

>>16020858

Sorry if I came off as terse, I'm on the phone with family, and that tends to make me break off my sentences.

>>16020897
I see now; that makes sense
I had thought initially that noko was required to display the dice within the post itself, since I'm stupid when it comes to syntax. It makes sense now thought.
again, my thanks.

>>16020837
>>16020769
Having been effectively dismissed for the day, you decide to finish what you started. You still need to sort through Bob's parts and find out exactly which of them is more useful than the whole ever was. While you're at it you might also get started on that SPY CODE and check for possible intruder entryways.

+++ Sequence interrupt +++
+Execute order 23B
+Recalculating endeavors...
+Fashioning baristas...
+Order confirmed.
+Terminating Interactive session.
+ADD.: resume function at later date.

(Thanks for participating, everyone. I'll probably continue some time in the next few days. I'll see if I can't speed up my drawing next time.)

rolled 39 = 39

>>16020955

Thanks for running! This has been fun, your drawings are cute and expressive, and the few participants have been communicative and kind of hive-mindish. See you next time. I'll start the archive.

Is this worthy of an archive on suptg?