DragonHeir

This is a fun idea. Depending upon how much control you have over gold shadows, you could look for something like “what if I decided to tap all my copperminds”, then store those memories, duplicating the storage. You could go to a library, roll a dice to pick what book you read and store, then burn a bunch of gold for memories of all the books. Only issue is that it might go through lots of gold at once. Now I really want to see someone make a choose your own adventure fan fiction with a gold burner, who can see other story paths.

He laughs. "I guess I am kinda scary out of context. You can't read in English, right?" The text is wiped away. "Do you want me to do anything? I can usually predict what Nick will do, but this time I don't know what he's thinking." @Ancient Elantrian, you’ve been online, but seem to have missed this. (Or you’re procrastinating your procrastination, which is relatable) @Ancient Elantrian, you’ve been re-rementioned.

He has to hold them on, because they’re missing their left side. A voice, recognizable as SIMON, speaks in his ear, “Hello. As you have been told, I am SIMON, the so-call demon you attempted to banish. I don’t really know how I would prove I’m not a demon, but I can show you how I function for Nick. Actually, define demon. I might count, but I’m helpful, not malicious.” Text of the screen mirrors what SIMON is saying. (Not sure if Kaleb can read or not.)

“I guess you can call SIMON a man-made math demon if you want… but he’s not ‘possessing’ me, his computer is in what’s left of my glasses.” Nick puts his hand to the right side of his face, on the clear eye covering, and peels off the mask and hood, revealing his short brown hair. Evidently he doesn’t always wear the suit, because there is a visible lack of tan where the gash on his face had been. The remaining half of his glasses falls off his nose, but Nick is ready for that, and catches it. He hands the glasses to Kaleb. “Here’s the glasses. They project lines onto the lenses so you can see things SIMON shows to you.”

“Why would you think I was possessed? It’s not like I do anything strange- yes SIMON, I know my clothes are alive and a voice nobody else can hear gives me advice. I guess when I put it that way, it does sound like I’m possessed. I’ll explain.” While he talks, Nick’s suit slowly regains control over the spread of plant life around him. “Where I’m from, it’s been millennia since we used the techniques you seem to use to manufacture things. The interesting thing about science is that the more you know, the easier it is to learn more things. Anyway, we made some machines that can do math. The interesting thing is, you can represent pretty much anything with math, so we could create machines that can predict or show pretty much anything. If you give every word a number, the machines, which are called computers, can do math to guess which word someone would say next. If they do that based on what they pick, the computers can create entire paragraphs that seem like they were written or said by a human. SIMON was created to help me. He controls my suit, and gives me advice and information. I’ve got his volume turned down, but he could talk to you. Say hi, SIMON.” SIMON comes on Nick’s speaker, and deadpans, “Hi, SIMON.” Nick laughs slightly, and continues. “The suit itself is a little more confusing, essentially, SIMON overwrites the instructions that make plants grow the way they do with what I want them to do. The suit, because it’s designed to help me survive on other planets, cycles and refreshes not only nutrients, but also air. This means that when you somehow turned it off, I was inside a small air tight bubble, with no way to breathe.” He shudders. “Which, as you can probably imagine, is not pleasant. Next time, before you exorcise someone, make sure you don’t take the thing that’s keeping them alive while you do it.”

Nick goes back to breathing. “What did you even do!” scrubbing the fungus-like film off his eye, he continues, “and why did you do it?!”

Nick, asleep, suddenly feels cold. His eyes snap open, but he can only see through one of them. "SIMON?" he asks, but the speakers on his suit are cold and dormant. Beneath his now-deadly covering, he shivers violently. The outer layer above the clear eye covering begins to turn to black fuzz. "WHAT did you DO!" he yells, muffled by the mask. Around him, the other part of the suit, released from what keeps it in order, begins to grow wild. The channels into Nick's body, where the suit was feeding him nutrients, reverse, as his own calories are the only energy source left for everything but the outer layer. Nick, both eyes covered now, takes the ice covered rock and tries to pry off the mask, so he can breathe. Almost out of air, he rolls over, trying to wake up his companions. "HElp me." @J. Magi @The Stormfather

@The Stormfather @J. Magi @AltonicKeys As night falls, Nick continues to lay down. "The light catching spread is pretty well insulated. SIMON will go around you guys, but if needed, you can go under the biofabric and stay warm." His two fan-like contraptions have been frozen, causing water to drip down them, and the sheet keeps growing outward.

Nick just keeps talking about thermodynamics, mostly oblivious. SIMON notes it, but doesn't comment.

"I... see." "I'll explain the physics while I'm waiting. Most of my games got corrupted, so it's not like I have anything else to do." His suit slowly grows over the ground. Two fan-like shapes also begin growing, both for better condensation, and other reasons...

Nick takes it, and sets it on his knee. “Depending upon how well this works, I can set up some flat pieces of fabric for better surface area.”

“Ok. Let’s set that up. And use an inanimate object this time, please.”

“It is cold though, right?” The xenosuit has already started growing outward. “I could condense what humidity there is…”

“Ok, then.” Nick sits down in lotus position, then changes his mind and lies down all the way. “My limiting factor here is water. When your frost thing melts, does it produce any?”

“I can get some actual scientists to look at it when I get back. My job is just to figure out what something does and how, and take one of those two things and make something useful. I’ve got two ideas; we can either check out those digging things, or I can see how far my xenosuit can spread out to get as much power as possible, so we don’t starve to death doing whatever we’ll be doing.”

“Huh. Maybe it has something to do with the relative strength of the surface it’s on…”

"Where did you even get that?" Did you see Nick's plan from earlier? We make stuff from invincible frost.

“I am hungry, but the suit can convert things that aren’t edible into food for all of us. We should save our good food.” He shuffles in place. “What I really need is a better energy source. Normally, we just plug these things into a fusion reactor and call it a day.”

“Ok… you should probably do that. Is it otherwise unbreakable? I could make a structure from cloth or something, then we could freeze it for armor, or a building, or a hang glider. Would that be allowed?” Nick walks over to Larry. “Is that a stormtrooper?” @AltonicKeys

Same! *fist bump* I was gonna say this earlier, then I didn’t, but I’d be happy to GM the next games.

Aronin Eltoris, the last alchemist from the short-lived alchemist guild from a decade ago, walks over to his work table. “Now, what was I doing here?” he asks himself, then pours some of all four pots into a beaker. “Huh. No reaction. Not even an explo-“ A muffled boom can be heard throughout the city. Windows rattle and tables shake from the shockwave. Aronin Eltoris, the last alchemist from the short-lived alchemist guild from a decade ago, sits up from the remains of his shelf, covered in at least five Substances. His skin glows gold as it knits back together, while secondary explosions from his stock mixing together send glass shards flying. He looks down at himself, and is surprised to find a table leg sticking out of his chest. “That is odd. Very odd indeed.” Standing up, he pulls the table leg out, then watches the fatal injury repair itself in a glow of gold. “Have I truly done it? Have I just discovered the secret of immortality?” Striding across his ruined lab, he bends down and picks up a beaker, gold crack lines glowing from where in must have shattered, then somehow pulled together. At the bottom of it, a thin layer of bright gold liquid can be seen. “And here it is! The fountain of youth! I must go tell my colleagues!” He runs out through what had been a door thirty seconds previously. @TwinSouls, I can have the healing wear off if it’s too overpowered.

SIMON records the demonstration, then goes over it in slow motion, watching for how the frost spreads, where it goes, what happens to the crystal. Nick, on the other hand, appears very startled. “How do we get him out?” He goes over, cuts a xenosuit strip left over from it gathering energy, and tosses it at the ice. If it doesn’t freeze over, he touches the ice with his hand, trying to see if it will melt. (Not that that will do anything. The xenosuit is pretty well insulated.) Speaking of which, @J. Magi. Kaleb just froze you for an ice crystal demonstration.

I had a whole theory that multiple spikes of one attribute cause an increase of several that couldn’t normally be stored. I’m too lazy to find it, but I believe I concluded that koloss get extra strength, speed, nutrition, and determination, in exchange for slightly weakened emotional stability, senses, and intelligence. I then proceeded to extrapolate to other koloss-like constructs. Here’s the post: