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Medicine, Art and an Ork Bierkeller
“I want to print bones of animals that never existed!” - et voila, bonemeal and binder and that's the sort of thing artists do. Expect weird beauty over the coming months: fingery ribcages cradling pseudo-ossified impossible hearts and teratological ocarinas.
Now add the food printing from a couple of weeks ago, and load it with doner meat. They haven't done meat yet, but that's only because they have taste and decency.
Now, at last, I can realize the bar-fight scene from a uni Shadowrun game: an underground bierkeller full of orks and trolls, weird meat on the bone, vile beers, and bones hurled at the band (and the player-party) before breaking into a brawl. Future: You are mine!
Now add the food printing from a couple of weeks ago, and load it with doner meat. They haven't done meat yet, but that's only because they have taste and decency.
Now, at last, I can realize the bar-fight scene from a uni Shadowrun game: an underground bierkeller full of orks and trolls, weird meat on the bone, vile beers, and bones hurled at the band (and the player-party) before breaking into a brawl. Future: You are mine!