diff --git a/src/uncategorized/REFS.tw b/src/uncategorized/REFS.tw index 9b9b540d67b2e1c6aa5a99966b739c6740de27b8..c380a25beb8424b3b95c2a8eeabfe51e53848494 100644 --- a/src/uncategorized/REFS.tw +++ b/src/uncategorized/REFS.tw @@ -181,7 +181,8 @@ <<set $activeSlave.tailShape = "inu">> <<set $activeSlave.face = random(-25,50)>> <<set $activeSlave.preg = -1>> - <<set $activeSlave.intelligence = -100)>> + <<set $activeSlave.intelligence = -100>> + <<set $activeSlave.intelligenceImplant = 0>> <<set $activeSlave.skill.entertainment = 0>> <<set $activeSlave.skill.anal = 0>> <<set $activeSlave.skill.oral = 0>> @@ -389,11 +390,11 @@ <<case "warhound">> - The Imperial marketplace is a loud and lively place, no matter the day or hour, permeated by the constant noise of face-to-face trade even in the dead of night. As you walk down the marketplace today a dozen different curiosities catch your eye, nose, and ear alike, distracted by the smell of roasting meat and the glimmer of a shiny new old-world fashion on display in some packed-in corner store. But one particularly unusual merchant and his wares catch your attention immediately, standing out from the trifles and trivialities always for sale - a fat, smiling man holding a colorful open-air stand, and holding in one hand a leash attached to a tight steel collar, holding an obviously cybrernetically-enhanced $girl$ on all fours to his side. + The Imperial marketplace is a loud and lively place, no matter the day or hour, permeated by the constant noise of face-to-face trade even in the dead of night. As you walk down the marketplace today a dozen different curiosities catch your eye, nose, and ear alike, distracted by the smell of roasting meat and the glimmer of a shiny new old-world fashion on display in some packed-in corner store. But one particularly unusual merchant and his wares catch your attention immediately, standing out from the trifles and trivialities always for sale - a fat, smiling man holding a colorful open-air stand, and holding in one hand a leash attached to a tight steel collar, holding an obviously cybrernetically-enhanced $girl on all fours to his side. <br><br> As you approach, the fat merchant bows deeply, still holding the leash. "Ah, your Highness!" The trader says in a high-pitched, silky voice, his pudgy face coming up to look you in the eyes. "I had not expected such a royal calibre of visitor to my humble stall, but you shall nevertheless profit much from my wares." You gesture to the $girl on the leash, who, upon closer inspection, seems to be some kind of cybernetic dog-$girl, and ask what $he is. <br><br> - "$He$ is a warhound, your Imperial majesty. A common criminal, some gutter trash waste of oxygen from the old world, given fresh purpose in life by the wonders of our new technologies. Now, what was once a street rat recieves pleasure in life only from obeying the will of $his masters - you and I - courtesy of an implant in $his brain that dulls all function but the pleasure of servitude, flooding $him with serotonin and other such chemicals when $he obeys." The pudgy merchant harshly tugs on the leash, and the 'warhound' yelps, then rolls over on $his back to submissively display $his pristine, naked genitals. "Do not be decieved by $his submissive appearance towards you, my lord. Simply gesture at your foes and whisper an order, and $he will tear a thousand soldiers apart with teeth and claw to protect you. And $he can be yours for the criminally low price of merely twenty thousand credits, special for the undisputed master of $arcologies[0].name!" + "$He is a warhound, your Imperial majesty. A common criminal, some gutter trash waste of oxygen from the old world, given fresh purpose in life by the wonders of our new technologies. Now, what was once a street rat recieves pleasure in life only from obeying the will of $his masters - you and I - courtesy of an implant in $his brain that dulls all function but the pleasure of servitude, flooding $him with serotonin and other such chemicals when $he obeys." The pudgy merchant harshly tugs on the leash, and the 'warhound' yelps, then rolls over on $his back to submissively display $his pristine, naked genitals. "Do not be decieved by $his submissive appearance towards you, my lord. Simply gesture at your foes and whisper an order, and $he will tear a thousand soldiers apart with teeth and claw to protect you. And $he can be yours for the criminally low price of merely twenty thousand credits, special for the undisputed master of $arcologies[0].name!" <<case "baron demand">>