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!mxBDpej4rQ 08/29/11(Mon)18:43 No.16108738>>16108358
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You, ahem, spend the next two days manipulating Ork spores to create dicksquigs. Squigs made entirely of dicks. Unfortunately, they cannot survive outside of the nutrient tank you've grow them in, and therefore the galaxy at large will never witness the horrors that you have created. Looking upon them, you get a terrible feeling of dread. Somehow, you think this was a bad idea.
In the two weeks leading up to Da Great Race, you continue to practice your wraithbone crafting. Warping pieces of wraithbone around your body like snakes, the material slithers and slides as if aware of its surroundings, moving with your form. It is a highly disturbing sight to the Tau, who aren't really used to such unnatural things. The Orks, on the other hand, find it hilarious for some reason.
While playing around with wraithbone, you've been studying the archeotech you've come into possession of. The titanium pendant, obstinately some kind of energy shield at first glance, doesn't exhibit any of the properties of an energy shield. Try as you might, you just can't get it to activate. That is, until you shoot it with lightning. As the bolt nears the gemstone set in the black metal, it twists into the air and splits into multiple bolts, which fly each and every way before being pulled into the blood gem crystal. Assaulting it with multiple different powers, you find it to be able to defeat all of them, harmlessly dissipating the energy and then absorbing it. After several attempts, however, you manage to harm the mannequin the necklace is protecting, the device seeming to have reach its limit regarding energy absorbed. You try again an hour later, and once more the archeotech stops your psychic assault.
The archeotech weapon, on the other hand, defies explanation. Try as you might, you cannot seem to even begin analyzing it, its solid construction preventing its innards from even being glanced upon. You've got no idea how it works, or even what powers it. |
