He is one of the coolest cross over character I have ever had. Original a freak in a circus designed by the ring master, Frankenstein sort, now a long living mass of threatening collection of human flesh, now reining north of the pole. Goal to hunt down and kill the ring master . His skull hangs from his chest to drink from. Now running down rampant virus organism taking over and killing the last of the races to evacuate on this ship. Everyday had become a good day to die, just not right now.
I have evolved into a new species. No longer a borgling. Infected by the virus. Vaccinated by a greater species, I now am trying to find my purpose. Now I make my way through the halls of this spaceship to save a race I once was and a race that is now dying from a virus infection. All I know is dying before my mutant eyes.
Only freak'n 2nd level. I am so screwed. Alone in sick bay with a walking housing unit for a virus. My last antidote is killing half the ship and not the virus. The others are racing to stop the inhalant I injected into the vents. It needs a two series set of two shots burst. No experience points for me.
You only almost killed half the ship of three races Jon. I am probably responsible for killing the borgling race, but they are only mostly dead. Not all the way dead. -The White
This is our missing captain. Rescued from a ship that was infected by a virus. Now I am on my own quest. My player is on their own adventure in Japan. They are so screwed with out me.
Solution to missing captain: After watching the captain go down the hole in the ship and meeting his crew the rest can not follow due to their size. We will catch up late...like in Dec...when the player returns.
DM: Peanut (NPC) has a bad feeling. An old, old, character from the circus game, who is going walk them to their deaths or save them? He just has another agenda. A virus he calls his wife.
Later:The borgling with laser eye beams is cutting himself loose in the twisted metal to continue spelunking in a spaceship that is being stressed ripped by twisting. Like zesting an orange and those trapped inside are going to be shot out like orange seeds. Dying today is good.
Less than an hour into the game...the hull was breached and suddenly space is filled with the white's race and the race of trees. 4 seconds later in space they are all gone. The White and another NPC was on their way to that floor of the ship. Jon finds out when an NPC in that room regenerates into another body in sick bay.
The game just lost an entire race due to a breach in the hull. They have all died in the coldness of space. Jon just announced the breech. No condolences to give. The brown has escaped with them.
Jon cries. Players all break for emotional silence for those lost and were not able to save.
The villain is here and it can not kill us and we don't have a clue. Right up there with talking to a person with dementia. Absolutely frustrated. Tonight we confirmed the loss of two races on the ship and now the mutants are all in the sick bay deck. A bit upset because their King is not. The White is working on plan double QQ, since everything else has failed from Plan A to double QQ. The ship is crashing into another ship, the virus is spreading, and access to the cloud to upload an antidote...you have to die to get there.