( [ private; scientists known frequencies ] )

I.

[ The sound of something...fleshy being smashed into the floor with great force. ]

WANT.

[ SMASH ]

THIS.

[ SMASH ]

CHIP.

[ SMASH ]

OUT.

[ Snarling; quite a bit of snarling, actually ]

NOW!

[ static ]

[ ooc: Gilly "stumbled" onto a nest of Metal Heads. Joy; I promise this'll be the last "hunting" post for awhile -_-;; ]

( [ Private to the Scientists Known Frequencies | Hackable with Skill ] )

A day of disappointments. First, I learn that not only can I not use my powers, but that some mongrel pig of a scientest has implanted a chip upon my personage to keep me human.

Disgusting.

Who out there would be willing to remedy this farce of a "judgement," hmmm? I can offer much for your services.

( [ Private to that woman Jennier | Hackable ] )