Space Opera - The Drip Chronicles

Originally posted on MSPA by thriggle.

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Bob: Attempt to communicate about how you tried to come in peace, but everything was trying to kill you so you flipped out.

Bob: Make noises of disapproval.

bob: start begging for your life

You cry out for the SAVAGES to have mercy, that it is all just a big misunderstanding. "Me come in peace!" you say, hoping some part of your plight is making it through to whatever underdeveloped brains peer out through the cyclopean eyes of these BARBARIANS.

The WITCH DOCTOR and his APPRENTICE respond.

You're not sure, but it sounded like he said "Ooh-ee, ooh-ah-ah," and the APPRENTICE answered "Ting, tang, wallawalla bing-bang."

>Bob: Struggle!

> See if you can't struggle your way out.

Bob: See if you can move at all. Any part of your body.

Negotiations having failed, you struggle mightily against the restraint that pins you so.


To your horror, the CANNIBAL APPRENTICE injects you with some sort of HYPODERMIC ETHNOBOTANICALs. You have acquired the ????? Action Trait.

You can feel yourself succumbing once again to SPACE MADNESS!

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You have EVOLVED to LEVEL 4! All your wounds have been healed, and the ????? Action Trait has been deactivated.

You have EVOLVED the following SKILLS:
FILTHCRAFT +1
INTIMIDATE +2
ROCKETEERING +1
XENOBOTANY +3
XENOZOOLOGY +1

The following SKILLS have decreased do to disuse:
ZAPPIFICATION +1

Your HUG ANALOGUE has EVOLVED from PLAYFUL FOOTSIE to AWKWARD SPOONING.
Your SKINCLENCH FACTOR has increased by 0.5 and now stands at 3.0.

You have gained two FREE SKILL POINTS! What new skills would you like to gain?
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