Skulltag Bot
Full Name: Devin Hadley Conwell
Genotype: Human
Age: 28
Height: 5’7″
Weight: 162 lbs
Born: Steinbach, Manitoba, Canada
Profession: Combat Medic
ID Number: M-CA-075
Association: Kaiser Future Enterprises (K.F.E.)
Favored Weapon: Double-Barrel Shotgun
Devin is not a man that would call forth an image of the typical hardened space marine. He is physically unimposing, being a couple inches short, with freckles and untamed hair, and his body being fairly toned rather than a slab of mighty muscle. He is also a fairly reserved man with an optimistic view on life, shy but possessing a very dark sense of humor. Between both his average appearance and low-key personality, Devin doesn’t seem like a man that would thrive on the front lines of a battlefield. Yet, despite all appearances, the front lines of a battlefield is exactly where he flourishes.
In theory, the Geneva Convention is supposed to protect medics from the dangers of war and keep them safe. Unfortunately, medics are among the top targets that enemies go after for the simple fact that medics heal up their enemies–Devin has needed to not only fight for his own life but also the lives of patients. While certainly not a super-commando, he has gained enough experience in combat to rival a full-fledged soldier rather than simply a medic.
Nowadays? It’s not so much different. With the demon invasion and all the horrible monstrosities they brought, he finally has a real reason to use his skills. The enemies now wear flesh instead of armor, but that doesn’t mean his duties have changed in the least. For Devin, it’s just another day on the job. Head into the front lines and scout out the wounded, see if there are any that can be saved, and gun down whatever enemies try to stop him.
A remarkably bad day on the job.
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[IntroStrings]
“So…about that Hippocratic Oath…”
“Uh. I’ll be sure to treat you all after this is over.”
“May the best man, woman, or creature from beyond win.”
[FragStrings]
“Primum non nocere. Heh.”
“You’ll be fine, walk it off.”
“Don’t worry, I’m a professional.”
“Administered patient air-conditioned 240 grain injection.”
“Patient assuming seasonal temperature. Prognosis unfavorable.”
“DWPA treatment delivered, transferring patient to the ECU.”
“Does it hurt when I do that?”
“You may feel a slight pinch.”
[KilledStrings]
“Gah…dying’s always an unpleasant feeling.”
“The sight of my blood doesn’t really shock me anymore…”
“Some painkillers, some bandages, and I’m back in action.”
“Nngggh. Right in the spleen. I liked that spleen.”
“Best way to beat death is in an arena. Weird, eh?”
“Oof. Right in the vitals. Nice and quick.”
“Physician, heal thyself!”
[RoamingStrings]
“And the thigh bone connected to the hip bone…”
“That he may fight no more, give him peace…”
“This is pretty fun. Nice change of pace from the lab work.”
“Things’re different once you get a gun in hand, eh?”
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
“Don’t hide. I’m not that scary. I’ll give you a lolly.”
“Hrm. Gonna need to pick up some supplies after this.”
“Sometimes it’s nice to relax…this is a strange way of relaxing.”
“All said and done, shooting each other is something else, eh?”
“This isn’t like most of my normal procedures.”
“This place has some pretty nice architecture, eh?”
“Hide-and-seek is over, guys. Olly olly oxen free.”
[RareRoamingStrings]
“Y’know. Why does the shotgun shoot seven pellets while the double-barrel shoots 20, eh?”
“Sometimes I just want to hand patients one of those medikits and say ‘Use this’.”
“That MD is really paying for itself now, eh?”
“This is going to be a real bloodbath. Who cleans all this up, anyway?”
“Not sure I brought enough body bags for all our leftover corpses.”
“I need to update my reading material for waiting patients. How’s Franken Fran sound?”
“It’s weird how sometimes people take this too seriously. I mean, we’re just murdering each other, eh?”
[LosingRoamingStrings]
“You can do this, Dev. Finger on the trigger.”
[DemoralizedStrings]
“Damn…am I really getting that rusty?”
“Maybe I should sit this one out, eh, let the pros take it from here.”
“Head to McGill U., they said. You could help so many people, they said.”
“I’m going to need a medic after this.”
[WinStrings]
“Now that we’re all done, if all of you would line up for me, please…”
“Heh. You’d think I’d be more pleased with this.”
“Hrm, I can’t say I expected this. Well, good going me, I guess.”
“All right. Good game, everyone. No hard feelings, eh?”
[LoseStrings]
“I don’t mind losing. Sometimes the fun is just in fighting, not in winning.”
“I’m a medic, not a fighter. I guess this was kind of expected.”
“Hey, $player_inlead\c-, how do you feel? Anything shaking or aching? Blurry vision?”
“Not bad, not bad. A good trigger finger means a long life.”
[FrustratedStrings]
“Okay…okay. Give me a bit. Give me a bit…”
“Calm down, Devin. Calm down. It’s just a game.”
“Ah, damn. Good shot. Very good shot.”
“Keep that up, and you won’t ever need to see me.”
[EnragedStrings]
“Maybe I should spend less time in the ER and more in the firing range.”
“Above all, do no harm. Above all, do no harm…”
“I don’t normally get irritated. I’m having second thoughts.”
“I know it’s just a friendly match, but that was kind of…upsetting.”
[PissedStrings]
“Patient seems to suffer from acute faecal encephalopathy. No cure known.”
“Patient appears to be severely dys-synaptogenic. Questionable prognosis.”
“Patient contains a high serum porcelain level. Not sure for treatment.”
