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Post by BatHeart on Aug 7, 2016 17:19:46 GMT
1. Personal Healthcare Companion
BatHeart is in hospital recovering from a Total Body Abrasion sustained when he met The Incinerator. I am Baymax, and I am standing in for him. I appear to be poorly maintained, and missing a few parts. We can put this right, given time and patience.
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Post by BatHeart on Aug 7, 2016 18:19:16 GMT
2. Collecting Gunpowder and Bruises.
Finally, I remember that I am supposed to collect things for Base Race! Having got all that I'm going to get from the ravine, I risk a moonlit flit through the long grasses. My gunpowder hunt is not going well: I have suffered several small grazes and a bruised kneecap. My gunpowder tally remains at zero.
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Post by BatHeart on Aug 10, 2016 21:11:49 GMT
3. My Powers are Growing
Off I go, looking for spare parts to repair myself with. I start feeling better, more confident. Confident enough to tempt me into trouble in the desert at night, until ...
... PYYYOOOOIINNG!
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Post by BatHeart on Aug 14, 2016 10:15:55 GMT
4. My Name ... is NEO!
Now I'm "The One" I don't even have to dodge bullets any more. However, my flesh-and-blood horse companion is all too breakable. Maybe it wasn't the kindest thing to take him into a war-zone!
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Post by BatHeart on Aug 19, 2016 16:54:49 GMT
5. Domestic Robots have Dreams, Too.
My latest inventory audit reveals I don't need to spend any more time underground, so it's back to base to start a major cooking session. And there are sheep to be sheared, too. I have a nagging feeling: is there more to life for a simple machine?
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Post by BatHeart on Aug 19, 2016 16:56:57 GMT
6. Was There Ever Any Doubt?!
My collection is complete - apart from one teensy weensy little fly in the ointment: I need some more gunpowder. If I can get that, it's just a matter of putting everything together, getting all the recipes wrong, and jamming it all in the chest.
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