Take a moment to evaluate surrounding terrain before re-closing doors. Are there any plausible sources of shelter other than the wreck?

Better make sure that self destruct feature is working. Test-fire it!

Engage stereo system. Disco Inferno.

Suggestion 2015/09/23(Wed)20:03 No. 672146 ID: 0179f2
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>Dissable Internet Connection until further notice.

Command Accepted. Connection Aborted.

>Disable Self-Destruct

Command Rejected. Martyr Protocol Mandated By Supreme Federal Marshal Felix.

>Engage stereo system. Disco Inferno.

Martyr Prototype Not Equipped With Personal Audio Device.

>Are there any plausible sources of shelter other than the wreck?

Affirmative. Historical Records Indicate An Old Decommissioned Bunker Is Located Approximately Two Kilometers North East Of Your Current Location.

>wow it's cold. well, look around, and if nothing nearby get back in ship
>Investigate the corpse and things near it.

A sea of snow and ice covers the land and swirl into the marine horizon while an ocean of stars speckle the night. Mountains rise high in a silent majesty crowned by ancient, mighty glaciers and lift their summits to the auroran heavens. All that aside, you do notice a huge wave of dark clouds far off to the east headed your way. A blizzard approaches.
The suit protects against absolutely monstrous freeze but a quick peek inside again can't hurt though your armor's fat hands are a little too big to pick up small objects. But a re-entry into the ship reveals a shocking sight: The corpse has risen from its finally resting spot, consumed by a fleshy organism flexing tentacles and making obscene gestures. It appears to be assimilating the dead tissue.
The infested cadaver spits out a storm of wet, sloppy sounds from its tiny mouth hole, "muhgoorfukgeer szhat wusgk mu fugihng oormpp!"

translating from gurgle
"motherfucker that was my fucking arm"

tell it to fuck off or you'll turn it into a barbecue.

And you can join it in decorating my armor, foul xenos! It's clobberin' time.

Aim your weapons and warn the enemy that you WILL spend all of your flamethrower fuel if that's what it takes to make sure they're dead. Demand their surrender, you have the advantage and could easily risk your life (you don't even need the self-destruct) to obliterate their entire existence down to the atomic level.

>>672146
Aim your flamethrower at it. See if you can engage the speakers on this thing, and ask it to identify itself.

Maybe you can find out what happened and who you are.

Ask why you should care.

Suffer not the xenos to live, brother.

"That stain stopped being your arm at about the same time it started being my problem. Is the rest of you going to be a problem for me?"

If the whole ship is likely to be infested, and you've got enough suit power to hike that far, just head for the bunker now. Leave the doors open when you go, permit the abominations to freeze to death rather than wasting your ammo on them.

Suggestion 2015/09/24(Thu)18:11 No. 672374 ID: 0179f2
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>Aim your flamethrower at it. See if you can engage the speakers on this thing, and ask it to identify itself
>Suffer not the xenos to live, brother.

The speakers come on and blare your message, "I could fry you right now alien. Before I do would you care to tell me your name so I can carve it on your tombstone?"

The tentacles contort and the mass of flesh grows leading to a clearer sound.

"Smart ass, I am no alien! Don't you watch the news? The real aliens are lying, cheating, greedy space mongers manipulating our media and killing our planet! They are workers of inquity while humanity places their trust in a weak Federation ." it (he?) speaks in seething hatred and continues to rant, "But we are chimera, the master race! We have been chosen by our King to bring forth the day of wrath and only then will there be deliverance."

Casually you say "Hmm, interesting but not reason enough for me not to burn you to a crisp."

>Demand their surrender, you have the advantage and could easily risk your life (you don't even need the self-destruct) to obliterate their entire existence down to the atomic level.

"So here's what I think," you flaunt your flamethrower around shoving it in the face of this creature "you're going to surrender or I'm going to burn you until you are vaporized into the atmosphere."

Target Is Host Member Only. Scanning For Central Hive Location.

"We will overwhelm you for we are many." it warns.

Innumerable voices echo out through your mind again in a crude picture of unity. Gives you a damn migraine.

Suggestion 2015/09/24(Thu)18:12 No. 672375 ID: 0179f2
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"Join us brother, accept this gift and soon you too will be with us in paradise. Our high priest awaits at our citadel in preparation as we speak." It falls silent, quietly observing you.

take me to your leader(burn the leader)

Hold on... can the suit scan you? Was the "Unknown Biological Entity" referring to you? The suit seems to recognize this thing, as it called it a Host Member. That's not unknown...

What are you?

Suggestion 2015/09/25(Fri)00:55 No. 672552 ID: 0179f2
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>Hold on... can the suit scan you? Was the "Unknown Biological Entity" referring to you? The suit seems to recognize this thing, as it called it a Host Member. That's not unknown...
Affirmative. User Is Human.
Negative. Unknown Bio-signature Detected In Passenger Cabin. Unrecognizable. Possible Source Of Infestation Or Undiscovered Hive Master.

>take me to your leader
Bold and aggressive, you grab the creature by the head and squeeze, lifting it up face-to-face, ready to deliver your last ultimatum. It doesn't resist the tight grip imposed on its now forming skull and looks on in anticipation of what you are going to say next. Blue flames from the flamethrower's mouth singe the flesh of the creature but are unable to goad it to emit any audible sound besides those from the waving tentacles.

"I don't adhere to religious dogma especially not the over zealous one you're trying to sell me. Instead how about you take me to your superior before I lose my patience. I hope you understand for your own sake."

"Never, I would rather die than help federation lackies like you. There's no humanity left in any of you. Maybe you're really just an AI under all that armor programmed to kill indiscriminately." it answers in defiance to your displeasure.

Medical Diagnosis Complete For: -ERROR- NO ID MATCH!
Anomalies: Heart, Liver, Kidneys, Lungs, Left Arm Missing. Artificial Substitutes Detected.
Conclusion: User Deemed Physically And Mentally Unfit To Continue Operations.
Reason: User Health Critically Low. User Afflicted With Numerous Diseases And Disorders Including Signs Of Advanced Neurodegeneration.
User Life Expectancy: 14 Hours In Ideal Conditions. Please Return Suit To An Appropriate Federal Compound.

>>672552
It's regenerating. Start burning it.

Bring it within an inch of death and ask again for some cooperation.

Okay, time to experiment. How far do you have to stimulate every nerve in the platform to make them jack out permanently? Because you could use the bio-augmentation RIGHT NOW, but not the hive-mind.

You've got fourteen hours. Calculate the fastest route to the medical bay and analyze the enemy until you find the signals required for telepathy and an adequate way to block the signal with your suit.

KILL THE MUTANT! BURN THE HERETIC! PURGE THE UNCLEAN!

welp, looks like it's time to rampage to the passenger cabin and kill everyone, burn this guy and go.

Toast the chimera, get to the engines and overload them, blowing up this whole ship. Do not believe the demon's lies, brother, their king is little more than a child throwing a tantrum.

The emergency medical hologram just said you're too sick to fight, and need to return the suit you're in to an appropriate base. Quit arguing with politically-charged slime molds and march off to that bunker.

For real progress we should probably connect to the internet and see if we can talk to someone else over it.

Suggestion 2015/09/26(Sat)21:18 No. 673075 ID: 0179f2
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The flamethrower shoots purification into the face of the abomination. It throws all it has left at you to no effect. Within seconds it moves by nerves alone.

>The emergency medical hologram just said you're too sick to fight, and need to return the suit you're in to an appropriate base. Quit arguing with politically-charged slime molds and march off to that bunker.
Yes, yes of course. Off to the bunker that could be your only hope. No point in wasting time arguing when you're short on it. They're inherently weak willed creatures anyway.

Suggestion 2015/09/26(Sat)21:19 No. 673076 ID: 0179f2
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Flesh and bones are licked clean by the fire. Only ashes remain. You thoroughly enjoy your work.

>Do not believe the demon's lies, brother, their king is little more than a child throwing a tantrum.
Maybe you could force their king to abdicate and take his throne then. You think you'd make a fine ruler.

>You've got fourteen hours. Calculate the fastest route to the medical bay and analyze the enemy until you find the signals required for telepathy and an adequate way to block the signal with your suit.
Painkillers won't do. You had a plan but your brain isn't functioning as it should. Fourteen hours......
Psionic Activity Increasing. Psi Disruption Field Collapsing, User Unlikely To Resist Control. Martyr Self-Destruct Recommended.
Failure In User's Cerebral Cortex, Hippothalamus, Hippocampus....
....Critical MalfuncTION...uSer, user dying? CanNOTHAnd-handLE current ORDERS. Memory CORrup-te-tet-tted. Must call for help.
User COnnecTion lost...

Computer's buggy as hell. You can't always rely on technology to do your job for you reliable as it may be.

Suggestion 2015/09/26(Sat)21:20 No. 673077 ID: 0179f2
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The walls of the ship melt into puddles of cold, liquid metals converging underneath you forming a small island of clay encompassed on all sides by a dark, viscous sea. You take it that this is the work of another, sensing a presence lurking in the ebony waters.

A mistake! They have only trapped themselves here with you; a cowardly man. What do you have left to lose? Everything. So take them with you. Draw them out of their hiding spots and deliver the blow, show them the horrors of the final moments! So raw, so cruel, so common. Who to call? Who to save them? You do not know.

>>673077
Cold metals are never liquid. This is an illusion, shake it off!

Your perceptions are being manipulated. Walk back out the door, and keep going until you're out of range of this mindscrew nonsense. Don't turn, just repeat the motions you used to walk forward but in reverse.

well this suit is supposedly a prototype, computer having some bugs is to be expected.

Pick a direction and start walking. There's nothing that could get in the way of this suit for long.

Suggestion 2015/09/29(Tue)19:08 No. 673827 ID: 0179f2
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>Cold metals are never liquid. This is an illusion, shake it off!
It's impossible all thanks to the diseased brain inside your cranium. The being that created this illusion must be messing with your mind.

>Pick a direction and start walking. There's nothing that could get in the way of this suit for long.
You start to walk towards the only landmark off in the sunset distance despite the fact that this place is only an illusion. The violet water splashes underneath you, dropping only slightly then leveling off as you proceed.

Suggestion 2015/09/29(Tue)19:09 No. 673828 ID: 0179f2
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A flurry of water sprays up as tentacles grab the suit by the arms preventing you from firing your flamethrower effectively. More appear along with the presence of a strange creature at your back.

Suggestion 2015/09/29(Tue)19:09 No. 673829 ID: 0179f2
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The mass of tentacles wraps around the suits legs and lower torso in a tight, constricted grasp hindering its ability to move. Without a rotatable head or body you are forced to remain facing forward towards the orange horizon. Anger, red-hot, overcomes fear and struggles to set itself free inside. A distinctly feminine voice speaks from behind you and identifies herself as the conjurer of this illusion. In your boiling temper you listen but find every word insulting though it is not so.

"Now dear let's not struggle now," she affectionately coos, "you'll be too tired for the fun I have in mind. You're going to need to get out of that dreadful tin machine so we can begin, dearie."

Your anger boils over and screams out, "Shut up you worthless piece of calamari! Unhand me you filthy, uncouth cow before I eradicate you and your degenerate spawn from the earth! I want no part of you."

"Oh dearie, such language. I cannot have you killing off my precious progeny if you're not helping me by contributing your seed. A big, strong, potent specimen like yourself can't willingly resist the urge to take advantage of a poor, defenseless brood-mother." she whispers seductively to you.

You retaliate sharply, "Flatulent pig, am I so base that I would stoop so low to fornicate with such a monstrosity? I consider myself more than just a mere beast and never would I defile myself with an animal if only to save my own life that even now burns dim. Clearly you are a hideous abomination to the eye; no male of any species would offer you the pleasure of copulation and neither will I under any circumstances you crusty, shriveled up slut."

She makes another attempt to coax you, "Come on you know you wanna mate. Just one session. I'll even assimilate you into my brood in a new, special body as my personal breeding stud. Come on dear or I have no choice but to break your mind."

Reason and willpower wrestle for control with your fierce rage. Even her psionic powers are muted from your extreme anger and feeble mind. Her words were insulting to you and entice you to act rashly in this situation. The temptation within to activate the self-destruction sequence is almost palpable but you keep calm and think before you react.

"I've heard enough," you firmly shout at her with confidence, "I hold the trump card here."

"I doubt that dear..." she says certain of her own abilities.

If she could open the suit, she would have done so hours ago. Every second you survive is another potential mutant spawn flamebroiled.

Attempt to re-establish your suit's AI, and concentrate on small, rage-filled movements. You need to conserve energy but also keep moving to prevent will suppression.

The plasma disk caster might work if you can get some of her body in front of it.

Otherwise you can threaten to detonate the bomb.

What happens if you use the flamethrower just a little bit?

Cast plasma, then cast Fist. Spreading your flamethrower around liberally should also cause some retina damage to something with that many eyes.

who cares if the flamethrower wont be effective? burn the world around you.

Out loud ask what the yield of self detention is.

Suggestion 2015/10/05(Mon)18:14 No. 675072 ID: 0179f2
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In an instant a gap between the shoulder guards opens and widens several centimeters revealing heated rails and coils. A pull of the trigger launches two equally scalding disks of compressed plasma out straight into stray tentacles slicing through them easily. She becomes fully aware of what just happened and yelps in pain releasing her grip just enough for you to escape her grasp as you watch the illusion fade away.

Her entire demeanor has changed from lax to cautious almost instantaneously. "Ow!" she cries holding her severed tentacles, "ow,ow! That really hurt! I can't believe you did that...well I guess I'm just going to have to boil your brain then." Her gaze intensifies greatly and holds an almost physical quality.

"No, you're not. Argus, what is the maximum blast radius for the self-destruct sequence?" you say this aloud even though the AI is offline and the detonation is manual. She gives a suspicious look but tenses her body up and backs off once you brandish your flamethrower. "Only one kilometer? That's good enough, set the detonation timer for 30 seconds." Your suicidal bluff convinces the octo-woman to flee from you in haste though not before one last slanderous comment, "Too bad, you would've lived like a king with me but now you'll freeze for sure. You'd make a perfect friend for Markus as crazy as you are I'll give you that." She dives into the snow and glides through it like a snake on water, disappearing into the frozen hills.

Suggestion 2015/10/05(Mon)18:17 No. 675074 ID: 0179f2
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You take a moment to catch a long overdue breather and mess with the on-board computer trying a reboot. All attempts to reactivate the system's AI result in predictable failure. Manual mode is still up and the suit's energy levels remain at a respectable three-quarters full.

Freeing your hands from the controls, you feel around your heavy coat searching for a cigarette or filled flask. You get lucky and find a stub of a used cigarette that you light with an old, rusty lighter. Each puff soothes those wracked nerves. Really takes away the edge. The miniature, spinning fans enclosed by your mechanical lungs activate and push the whitish smoke out as fast as you take it in creating an unpleasant, smoggy atmosphere.

More rummaging reveals a tiny pistol hardly fit for self-defense, located in your right coat sleeve. A mark of worried concern grows on your face when your fingers probe a cylindrical canister made up of a patch work of metal and vibrating machinery. A quick tap on the side of the container is followed by a violent rapping from whatever animal may lie in it.

Markus... Markus Octavius. There's something about that name, something familiar and covering history. A name you can get behind; one you can rely on. It must have been your name. "Markus..." you say quietly to yourself between puffs, "you sly dog. You had me thinking I would die here. What did you have planned after all?"

Suggestion 2015/10/05(Mon)18:18 No. 675075 ID: 0179f2
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The bitter cold reaches its oppressive peak and gnaws your fingers and toes raw between gelid, frosty teeth slipping underneath the armored carapace of the suit. To make matters worse your motor control shows how far it has declined as you stumble helplessly through the snowy hills and crevices in the rocky, mountain terrain struggling to maintain balance in a trance-like state. Whether by fate or chance, signs of man-made construction begin appearing, first as a long, narrow, concrete strip crumbling from use and further within the mountainous range, a loading area. Three humanoid silhouettes stand at the base of the dock looking with indifference towards the exact direction of your approach. From behind the terrifying scream of the oncoming blizzard echoes throughout the walls of the mountains like a wild banshee.

It is possible that you were expected here judging by the gestures of the middle figure waving to you. Looks like a man somewhere in his mid-30's, unarmed, wearing a heavy overcoat still considerably impractical for the current weather conditions.

If they want you to talk, motion that you'll talk once you're inside and not in danger of freezing. Offer them a smoke, too.

cut them off if they try to talk to you and explain you want to get inside first.

Suggestion 2015/10/12(Mon)16:34 No. 676168 ID: 0179f2
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He stops waving and waits patiently as you lumber towards the group. Two armed individuals stare at you intently but make no move to engage.

"Markus I presume? The date is exact." the man in the middle asks you, by no means intimidated by your imposing presence. "I'd offer you a smoke but...I'm out."

"Perhaps. Who is Markus to you?" you say with caution. His voice is vaguely familiar yet you have never seen this man's face a day in your life or so you think.

The man in the middle remains silent for a moment before speaking again. When he does he grins and speaks colliquially, "A friend and ally. The last time I saw him was in Beijing; right before it was wiped from the face of the earth. Markus, of course I know that's you even when you're wearing that over sized tin-can. You're a fighter, a survivalist, I'd expect nothing less." That's a lot of assumptions he's making about you. "So tell me how've you been these last three years. And how on earth did you manage to acquire that kind of federal hardware? I hope none of my own gave you any trouble on your way over here."

"I don't know, it eludes me. Besides I don't know you." the truth and nothing else. It is none of his business to begin with and you can't remember anyway.

His smile fades. His voice is just barely audible, "Your condition...I didn't think it would've advanced this far. I..." he breaks off abruptly. "Let me reintroduce myself then. I am Don Salvatore, leader of the Chimeric Kingdom and commandant of Theta. It is a pleasure to meet you again Markus. A bit breezy out here don't you think? It's much warmer inside I assure you. I'll tell you the latest news about current politics and the war. I have some whiskey as well if you're interested, sonny."

>>676168
You need medical attention NOW.

Chimeric Kingdom, huh? Does that mean if i blow your head off right here and now it'll just grow back?

sounds like there aren't any humans left on this iceball.

>>676168
...Sal. Hmm.

Yeah go in and talk. Keep the suit on until you know it's safe.