Thu May 14, 2015 8:37 pm by Madrias
"Wow, I can't believe that worked! Soon as I got my hands in the inside pockets, it's like a glider!" I think to myself as I make my graceful landing. My moment of minor prideful joy is interrupted by a light metallic clunk as my feet touch the ground, suddenly drawing my attention back to the situation. "Well, the Ghost Hitler fell over, someone's still pointing a gun my general direction, which I'm not fond of, and I'm not really seeing any options regarding vehicles to flee in. That, and when I landed, that was one heck of a metallic clunk." I think, before looking at my hands. I'm nearly blinded by the reflection of the sun off of my metal skin. I'm also acutely aware of the minor servo whine and gear buzz, and the fact that somehow I can tell the ambient air temperature is exactly 20 degrees Celsius. "Oh, this is just cruel." I grumble, startling at my flat, robotic monotone.
I weigh my options carefully, despite it taking mere microseconds to choose. "If I follow the road, there's an equal chance for civilization on either side, going either left or right. Civilization means a likely chance I'll find a car. A car means I can travel rapidly between one point and another. Here, my choice for cars is extremely limited, forcing me to choose the car that is either way too small or to take the rust bucket with, if the sound is correct, wooden suspension. Nope, best choice, take the trip on foot. These shoes appear to be hard-wearing walking shoes with many miles to go, and despite the heat, I'm keeping this light jacket on. Proven useful so far."
Action: Walk down the dirt road looking for a car.
(OOC: Yeah, I wanted to play the robot. Was the only thing missing for a good proper Sci-Fi show. Don't worry, I have no further surprises for this thread unless the GM gives me a further wrench I can turn. Also, apologies for the character buildup post.)