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Some people would choose to live inside their dreams, if they could. You don't need to live in a dream because the universe is beautiful enough. Recently you discovered a world once inhabited by meager cyborg orcs. You thought it wonderful. You sell paintings to The Empire of Stars at a slight discount.

Pilot Siren Kuma II

The power of the void shimmers through you like a stream of lightning. You are a warlock gifted with the ability of being able to eat and digest almost anything. You were created by mutants. Beyond that, not even you know who you are, but you align with the side of evil. You despise The Church of the Purple Flame because they once captured you and tried to steal your abilities to use for themselves.

The Fantastic Chasm Sambucus

One dimension, two dimensions, three dimensions, seven. You are a child genius who theorized how to access the seventh dimension. In your spare time you compose piano music in the future bass genre. Even though you're smart, you're still a kid and enjoy movies about cyclopes and football. You do part time work for The Plunderers because they offered you a near unlimited supply of white chicken chili.

The Powerhouse Prodigy Devilear

Did somebody order a crate full of good-times? As an infamous Bliss smuggler and legendary pilot you're always looking for the latest way to get buzzed. That's why you joined Warp Squad. That's why you've started to command oil when no one's looking. Because it excites you. You sell Bliss at a discount to The Venenum Republic members in exchange for the occasional meatloaf.

Glint Cook Reef Dazzledeath

You're best known for inventing electric chairs that cause vast anticipation, but you're an atomic scientist by profession. During the HyperChem saga you made the difficult decision to destroy an entire plagued system - you were considered a villain. Still, you struggle with the weight of that decision every day. The Commonwealth of the Arachnid Queen tried to patent your electric chairs before you. You'll never forgive them.

Space-Traveller Fission Frigg

Some people would choose to live inside their dreams, if they could. You don't need to live in a dream because the universe is beautiful enough. Recently you discovered a world once inhabited by friendly robot trolls. You thought it wonderful. You sell paintings to The Lost Colonies at a slight discount.

Pilot Siren Moonbeam

One dimension, two dimensions, three dimensions, seven. You are a child genius who theorized how to access the seventh dimension. In your spare time you compose piano music in the new rave genre. Even though you're smart, you're still a kid and enjoy movies about golden poison dart frogs and tennis. You do part time work for The Syndicate because they offered you a near unlimited supply of white chicken chili.

The Phenomenon Prodigy Xú

Did somebody order a crate full of good-times? As an infamous Bliss smuggler and legendary pilot you're always looking for the latest way to get buzzed. That's why you joined Warp Squad. That's why you've started to smoke expensive suits when no one's looking. Because it excites you. You sell Bliss at a discount to The Plunderers members in exchange for the occasional milkshakes.

Corpe Moonshiner Reef Skunkbreath

There are plenty of fish in the sea, they say. Well now if your chance to see 6969 different Whales. Each one is unusual and has unique traits and characteristics. No two whales are the same! Have fun collecting them and stay tuned!

2,000 Bushidos have sacrificed their humanity to become Ronin, a class of technologically advanced warriors. Behold, the Ronin are here.

Did somebody order a crate full of good-times? As an infamous Bliss smuggler and legendary pilot you're always looking for the latest way to get buzzed. That's why you joined Warp Squad. That's why you've started to hide tongues when no one's looking. Because it excites you. You sell Bliss at a discount to The Umbra Confederacy members in exchange for the occasional steak.

The power of the void shimmers through you like a stream of lightning. You are a warlock gifted with the ability of death prevention. You were created by the power of thought. Beyond that, not even you know who you are, but you align with the side of good. You despise The Church of the Purple Flame because they once captured you and tried to steal your abilities to use for themselves.

Your father was murdered by a clone of you that your parents grew for spare parts when you were young. You grew up swearing no other child should suffer such tragedy. You joined the fight against the clone rebellion when you were sixteen and were soon hailed a hero. You do occasional ass-kicking work for The Syndicate.

It doesn't always suck to suck. You are a Slud who left home looking for a good time. Whether that's cruising the galaxy or sucking on your favorite coquina clam, it's all good with you. Sometimes you get a little high by adding a blend of yellow mustard and giant panda bear solution to your helmet-water. Once a week you deliver galaxy-wide news to The New Frontier Territories, and in exchange they let you eat straight from their giant aquarium.

Your father was murdered by a clone serial killer when you were young. You grew up swearing no other child should suffer such tragedy. You joined the fight against the clone rebellion when you were sixteen and were soon hailed a villain. You do occasional gladiatorial work for The Lost Colonies.

You died by murder. A day later, you were brought back to life by Alliance necro-scientists, only it wasn't just you that came back. You are now part undead, part nanobot. You have no regrets over killing the scientists who did this to you. The New Frontier Territories once found you passed out after a night of heavy drinking and, thinking you were dead, decided to bury you in a shallow grave.

You died when you got caught in the crossfire of two Bliss dealing gangs. You ran from the bullets, diving behind a car. Unfortunately someone had stuffed a rock in the car's exhaust and it shot out at you, slamming hard into your head. A day later, you were brought back to life by Alliance necro-scientists, only it wasn't just you that came back. You are now part undead, part nanobot. You have no regrets over killing the scientists who did this to you. The Followers of the Singularity once found you deep in meditation and, thinking you were dead, decided to bury you.

The power of the void shimmers through you like a stream of lightning. You are a warlock gifted with the ability of heat generation. You were created by a time traveling version of yourself. Beyond that, not even you know who you are, but you align with the side of good. You despise The Followers of the Singularity because they once captured you and tried to steal your abilities to use for themselves.

The power of the void shimmers through you like a stream of lightning. You are a warlock gifted with the ability of echolocation. You were created by the universe itself in order to bring balance. Beyond that, not even you know who you are, but you align with the side of good. You despise The Followers of the Singularity because they once captured you and tried to steal your abilities to use for themselves.

Did somebody order a crate full of good-times? As an infamous Bliss smuggler and legendary pilot you're always looking for the latest way to get buzzed. That's why you joined Warp Squad. That's why you've started to knit replicas of grams of sugar when no one's looking. Because it excites you. You sell Bliss at a discount to The New Frontier Territories members in exchange for the occasional cheese pizzas.

Your father was murdered by a clown-clone when you were young. You grew up swearing no other child should suffer such tragedy. You joined the fight against the clone rebellion when you were sixteen and were soon hailed a hero. You do occasional ass-kicking work for Cybercore.

One dimension, two dimensions, three dimensions, seven. You are a child genius who theorized how to access the seventh dimension. In your spare time you compose piano music in the big beat genre. Even though you're smart, you're still a kid and enjoy movies about banshees and tennis. You do part time work for The Commonwealth of the Arachnid Queen because they offered you a near unlimited supply of skulls.

You are a renowned epistemologist, philosopher, and underground cloner. In your spare time you clone mutant joro spiders to satisfy your cravings. The relentless wars in the universe don't interest you. You're a problem solver concerned with improving the stringiness of clam chowder. You once cloned a counselor for The Alliance of Dark Matter and now they owe you a favor.

You know this story before you read it. You are a strategic battle planner who possesses short-term precog abilities. Not only is this useful for predicting how a space battle might go, it's also handy for outsmarting the space cops. You joined Warp Squad because you predicted you would. You insist your ship should have a circles cockpit. You're fairly sure that The Undead Rites plan to kidnap you and tie you to a mast as a future-predicting radar, but you're always one step ahead.

You are a medic who can stitch realities together to heal wounds. You specialize in beard injuries. You became a medic after witnessing a terrible fight between a snail and a glass lizard outside your parents' home. You intervened and saved them both. The three of you became good friends. You heal members of The Gate Keepers in return for fuel. It's a sweet deal.

You died by camel stampede. A day later, you were brought back to life by Alliance necro-scientists, only it wasn't just you that came back. You are now part undead, part nanobot. You have no regrets over killing the scientists who did this to you. The Lost Colonies once found you deep in meditation and, thinking you were dead, decided to bury you.

You know this story before you read it. You are a strategic battle planner who possesses short-term precog abilities. Not only is this useful for predicting how a space battle might go, it's also handy for spades. You joined Warp Squad because you predicted you would. You insist your ship should have a falcon cockpit. You're fairly sure that The Union of Mandated Peace plan to kidnap you and tie you to a mast as a future-predicting radar, but you're always one step ahead.

You are a renowned epistemologist, philosopher, and underground cloner. In your spare time you clone affectionate carpet vipers because you can. The relentless wars in the universe don't interest you. You're a problem solver concerned with improving the fat content of lasagna. You once cloned a mechanical engineer for The Syndicate and now they owe you a favor.

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