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contains Mechatravolta, the de facto leader of the Chomologists who are at constant odds with the [[Hepcat]] freaks of [[Maas Neotek]] and the general denizens of [[Freedom City]] itself. | Spaceorg HQ is a massive edifice in southern New Clearwater, off of Elron Boulevard, similar to an office building in design, only throttled in corny space themed atmospheres and with walls covered in the life and times of L. Ron Hubbard, and contains Mechatravolta, the de facto leader of the Chomologists who are at constant odds with the [[Hepcat]] freaks of [[Maas Neotek]] and the general denizens of [[Freedom City]] itself. | ||
Mechatravolta has issues with the Hepcats (probably because he isn't as balla as they are with their beatnik-bullshit and being a four-legged robot isn't rad enough the | Mechatravolta has issues with the Hepcats (probably because he isn't as balla as they are with their beatnik-bullshit and being a four-legged robot isn't rad enough the Cool Kid Group) and he's asking for the head of Ginsberg, their leader. Sounds pretty lazy. If you're a tough motherfucker you could try helping the Chomo cause and address the issue. | ||
Spaceorg HQ is separated into three floors, | Spaceorg HQ is separated into three floors, topped with a roof and bookended with a basement. | ||
'''FLOOR ONE''' | |||
A lunch lady who sells kool-aid for the brave. | |||
''' | '''FLOOR TWO''' | ||
A Calutron for nuclear dooders. | |||
This is also the best place to work out a Chomologist contract for there are dozens of the | '''FLOOR THREE''' | ||
Elron Hubbard himself on the third floor doing god knows what in a babyspacesuit [why is he still alive after a nuclear holocaust, anyway?] | |||
'''ROOF''' | |||
Just Mechatravolta, brother. From here you can see the distant tops of the housing developments in Birchwood to the northeast, the towering, supposedly inert reactor of Diablo Seco to the immediate east, the desert to the south and the wasteland sprawling out directly to the north, past Elron Boulevard. | |||
Curiously enough, the basement houses some broken clone vats and celebrity zombies. Who knew that the paparazzi could do this to people? | |||
'''''SCIENCE. GONE. BAD.''''' | |||
This is also the best place to work out a Chomologist contract for there are dozens of the fanatics lying around the hallways, ready to gang up on any would-be assailants to their cause. Then again, they'll most likely hurt themselves with their own shitty, old weaponry. | |||
Revision as of 21:59, 24 May 2009
Spaceorg HQ is a massive edifice in southern New Clearwater, off of Elron Boulevard, similar to an office building in design, only throttled in corny space themed atmospheres and with walls covered in the life and times of L. Ron Hubbard, and contains Mechatravolta, the de facto leader of the Chomologists who are at constant odds with the Hepcat freaks of Maas Neotek and the general denizens of Freedom City itself.
Mechatravolta has issues with the Hepcats (probably because he isn't as balla as they are with their beatnik-bullshit and being a four-legged robot isn't rad enough the Cool Kid Group) and he's asking for the head of Ginsberg, their leader. Sounds pretty lazy. If you're a tough motherfucker you could try helping the Chomo cause and address the issue.
Spaceorg HQ is separated into three floors, topped with a roof and bookended with a basement.
FLOOR ONE A lunch lady who sells kool-aid for the brave.
FLOOR TWO A Calutron for nuclear dooders.
FLOOR THREE Elron Hubbard himself on the third floor doing god knows what in a babyspacesuit [why is he still alive after a nuclear holocaust, anyway?]
ROOF Just Mechatravolta, brother. From here you can see the distant tops of the housing developments in Birchwood to the northeast, the towering, supposedly inert reactor of Diablo Seco to the immediate east, the desert to the south and the wasteland sprawling out directly to the north, past Elron Boulevard.
Curiously enough, the basement houses some broken clone vats and celebrity zombies. Who knew that the paparazzi could do this to people?
SCIENCE. GONE. BAD.
This is also the best place to work out a Chomologist contract for there are dozens of the fanatics lying around the hallways, ready to gang up on any would-be assailants to their cause. Then again, they'll most likely hurt themselves with their own shitty, old weaponry.