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A whole new arm fabricated from graphene and neutrafoam. Its pylon awaits engagement.

+2 Strength Target body parts: Arm License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

A whole new pair of hands fabricated from graphene and neutrafoam. Their pylons await engagement.

+2 Agility Target body parts: Hands License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

An apparatus-in-chromium that pumps blood in smooth waves rather than the frantic beating of carcass-grown muscle tissue.

+2 Toughness Target body parts: Body License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

Digestive bile and alkaline churn in glass chambers, while synthetic tissue sieves out bio-toxins.

You are immune to poison and disease. Target body parts: Body License points: 3 Only compatible with True Kin genotypes

An acrid, stinking mess.

A greasy sac of ooze gyres over the floor in spiral-step. Under its membrane, a shoal of spitbright eels slither for freedom.

World-voids in the nethermost reaches of the planet are partitioned by numinous masonry. There is meaning in the patterns of its faint white filigree, but it's discerned by no one.

A black particle defies the light-drenched world and charts a helical orbit.

+4 DV

Pinches of opal black fur stick to the wet leg meat.

Wool was died in a bath of dreadroot and iron salt, and then woven to warm broad shoulders.

Black stone stands in monument to the cities of snails that perished under clay and rotted into pyrite.

Sleek spiral barrels of matrixed metal cradle an enormous cyclinder of ionic gas. On fire the mixture is hyperpressurized into shot and sent to explode at sight's end.

Weapon Class: Heavy Weapon Accuracy: Low -25 move speed

Its cylindric head is embellished with a frilly crest whose symbolism is unknown. It dutifully marchs on a pair of chrome pistons toward its final purpose.

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

You teleport about uncontrollably.

Small chance each round you're in combat that you randomly teleport to a nearby location.

Reticle dots are stretched to curved geometry on its bright and turgid wormback. Its sucker bells flap open, satisfied.

A corpse.

Depigmented belly skin is tumefied with crushed insect matter into a gigantic and ripe pearl. Its legs have been resorbed by fat; the art of jumping mastered by its forebears survives only through ancestral memory.

Splayed feet and cracked legs are tucked under a giant flattened body.

Crisp pages of goatskin vellum are bound into a codex.

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

Dried blood paints the tip and shaft of the wooden arrow, but its colorful fletching remains pristine.

This patch of furry skin is painted with dried blood.

There's dried blood in the salted furrows of this patch of watervine.

A greasy sac of luminous broth gyres over the floor in spiral-step and lights a helical path.

A plastic disk that shines with rainbow light.

A small piece of scrap.

Next to his pig cousions, wild time has shorted his ears, pushed canines through his jaw, and dressed him in a scratch-hair coat. He roots in the ground for jewels.

A mound of wet hair and rotting flesh puts some elevation to the ground.

Boar flesh was cut into neat strips, salted, and smoked.

Hard leather gloves worn by the moisture farmers of Joppa to protect their hands from the briary watervine fronds.

Ageless bone was pulverized and compacted inside the scarred intestine of a bone worm. Then it was ground into meal.

Warmth radiates from the crackling fire of the round bone oven, and with it comes the smell of leavened pastry, sweet bananas, and warm skulk.

Collagen bubbles swaddle its hundred segments and compacted bone matter squirms out of its tail end.

A corpse.

Tissue was mineralized while it grew and then snapped off the tree of living things to become an artifact of life.

Dwellers in the earth-clefts fashion tables in the style of puzzle boxes. Their drawers house the stenographic imagination.

Their spectacles are fogged and their hands are stained with ink.

Reds and oranges swirl in the bulbous arrowhead. Ignition is a notch away.

It's a small crossbow with a wide barrel to hold darts.

Weapon Class: Pistol Accuracy: Medium

A weapon mounted on an automated tripod.

A saddleface of scrutable metal material displays pictographs of healing and transformation. It swivels on a shackle that bifurcates to two chrome arms, each sporting a quickshot hand of booster-grooved digits.