So anyway, I'm busy decorating my newly purchaced home on my newly purchaced land, both of which I'm VERY satisfied with, just working while listening to some music, you know, just enjoying myself and minding my own business, when all of the sudden this... thing, half machine, half man, drops into my bedroom, obviously confused and slightly irritated, announcing his/her/it's arrival with a heavy thud and a "RAAARRGGHH!!!"
So, occupied as I am, I jump a bit at that, and quickly turn to see the newcomer, and what I see is a mixture of a Warhammer40K Spacemarine in a diving gear and a jetpack, and a... man. I think. So I politley appologize for not have greeting him/her/it earlier, as I was a bit occuped, and didn't notice him/her/it (hereby called it to make it easier for all of us) letting itself in, and asked if it was ok. It responded with something about Delta waves being created when Alpha particles knock orbiting electrons out of atoms. Ok, I'm no rocket scientist, but I DO have a few years of roleplaying under my belt, so I followed up, and since I couldn't have the slightest idea what it was talking about anyway, I decided not to disagree, and was rewarded for that by this thing telling me that it's crazy.
I'm thinking to myself, hooookey.... yep, you probably are, but I don't want to provoke it, in case it starts to trash my new home, and decide to play it easy, suggesting that it could be a software problem. It confirms my assumption, and so I propose that perhaps it should upgrade it's software, or replace it, but I'm told that it has no money. Looks like I'm full of good ideas today, so I follow up with a question of it having tried to find a job, whereas the answer is as quick as it's blunt, "Nope
" By this time my visitor has begun riding a... cow, that sings, right there in my bedroom, while we're talking. So, I politly point out that it would be hard for it to upgrade it's software without money, it could even upgrade it's software, as of it innocently looks up from it's singing cow and asks me if it would help if it shot me, all the while pulling out a huge gatling gun. So, I try to hide the fact that I'm swollowing hard, trying to keep my hands visible and away from my twin Seburos strapped to me thighs, and not making any sudden moves. The thing has obviously some serious maulfunction in it's proccecor, and the last thing I want is to engage it in my own bed room. Sure, I've got big guns, but it's got a bigger one. So, I try to remain calm, keep my head cool, and calmly tell it that that would certainly be a choice, although it probably wouldn't have a positive outcome, pointing out that I might even shoot back, hoping that it's main CPU would find the logic in that.
After a few moments, as it seems to calculate what I have just said, still riding it's singing cow with that huge gatling gun on it's lap, which makes me wince as I get a chance to have a close but brief look at it, as it's also a Seburo weapon, reassuring me that if it comes to a shootout, it's gonna get ugly, my visitor suddenly looks up at me and lifts up it's gun, pointing at me, while shouting out Leeroy Jenkins' name, as if it's a crusader on a holy war, filling the air with bullets. It happens so fast I don't even reach my own cannons, but fortunatly it's not using it's leathal charges, and so I'm tossed away several sims away from my home. I immidiatly gear up and TP back to the house, but by the time I get ther, there renegade automaton is long gone.
So, slightly puzzled but glad to be still alive, I send it a personal message, reminding it that shooting me was a bad idea, now I have to hunt it down, and worst of all, no one will get payed. It reminds me that it's quite insane, and so, me being a real believer in helping out the residents in need, offer to help solve the problem by shooting it in the head untill the matter is resolved. It seems to agree, but adds that it "luvs shoothing teh pll", and that it likes toast. Ah, a 1337er. Now that explains a lot, that tells me where teh maulfaunction lies
It politly thatnks me for me offering to help, and the communication is broken, and so I come here to share my somewhat extraordinary event with the rest of the community, and what do you know, another gun crazy resident pops up and shoots me off the sim!It is a strange world we live in...
