Do I spy with my little eye, and older version of whom we called Die?

WAITING FOR TOMASTER.

Terribly sorry, I've had an unfortunate run in with the law.
T'was rather comfortable. Mind telling us what this is all about?
Sit regally, and listen.

OK ROLLING BEFORE I EXPLODE WITH THE GIDDIES.

CaveCricket48 (Raphael) [7]:
Ms. Lovegale and some other people have arrived. You sit quietly while everyone talks.
Name: Raphael
Age: 24
Appearance: Light skin, black hair and grey eyes. Not stronger than a normal person, but very agile.
Inventory:
- Metal Cylinder Halves
- Syringe
Abilities:
- Stealthy (+1 stealth actions)
Conditions:
Psychic:
Ociamarru (Vadim Ivanov) [3]:
You take your psionic hammer and smash it against the edge of the table a couple times. The table is unharmed, and when you examine the head of the hammer it's dented to hell. You gingerly touch it, and it crumbles to pieces, then fades out of existance.
"What is this, that you have given me?"
"The metal cylinder is a present. The powers, you all signed up for."
"What?"
Name: Vadim Ivanov
Age: 37
Appearance: Russian features, pale skin. Striking green eyes and dirty blonde hair. Large, at around 6'4", with a slender build. One may say he's almost skeletal-looking, although he isn't incredibly skinny; his height just adds to the illusion and makes him seem rather thinner than he really is. As is, he isn't weak, but he isn't particularly muscular. More lean than skinny.
Inventory:
- Metal Cylinder Halves
- Syringe
Abilities:
- Pain Resistance (can take lots of pain, but obviously if he breaks his leg and still uses it, it's gonna make the injury worse)
- Hammer Blow (Extra strong physical attack, requires blunt weapon)
Conditions:
Psychic:
Emogotsaone (Jamal) [9]:
You attract the attention of Mana next to you, and begin telling a story about you being a supermodel before waking up in the cell. Before you even get to the part with the petroleum jelly, the Agent behind you shushes you. Killjoy.
Name: Jamal
Age: 35
Appearance: Light skin, brown hair and green eyes. Strong.
Inventory:
- Metal Cylinder Halves
- Syringe
Abilities:
- Fast Clotting (Less blood loss)
Conditions:
Psychic:
Tokochiro (Mana) [9]:
You've been ignored.
"Mister skinny guy, could I have the metal cylinder you just got?"
"No."
Everyone here is so rude!
Name: Mana
Age: 23
Appearance: 6' 8" tall, tan skin, brown hair, black eyes, thin and a b cup.
Inventory:
- Metal Cylinder Halves
- Syringe
Abilities:
- Watchful (+1 when looking around for particurlarly useful things)
Conditions:
Psychic:
Tomaster (Sir Charles) [9]:
"T'was rather comfortable. Mind telling us what this is all about?"
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Since it seems no one has any further questions, sure!"
The blond woman standing behind the blond haired one stiffens a bit.
Name: Sir Charles the Thirty-Second
Appearance: Tall and regal looking.
Inventory:
- Metal Cylinder Halves
- Syringe
Abilities:
- Royal/Incestuous Breeding (+1 to reflexes/reactions)
Conditions:
Psychic:
Barnox (Dane) [2+1=3]:
Even utilizing your powers, you find nothing. You suppose that this thing is just too well made to "randomly" break.
Name: Dane
Age: 27
Appearance: Large, wide shoulders, rippling muscles.
Inventory:
- Metal Cylinder Halves
- Syringe
Abilities:
- Mahscles: +1 to action requiring strength.
Conditions:
Psychic:

Game Events: "Gentlemen, and woman, my name is Fiona Lovegale, acting CEO of NovaCorp. I'm sure you're all a bit confused as to why you woke up in a cell with no memory. Feel free to speak freely by the way. Well, the short story is that you all signed up for it. You all, for whatever reason, signed up for one of NovaCorp's clinical trials; in this case, one of the more...extensive ones. As I'm sure you're aware, you all have psychic powers of some sort by now. Normally, we'd be having you do obstacle courses and lift blocks and such, but a slight...situation has arisen. Nairle will fill you in on the complete details, but basically you'll be acting as soldiers for NovaCorp to fight an enemy that our regular troops cannot handle. If you don't like it, you'll be 'recycled', and we'll send out other troops. And yes, I know that none of you are capable of harming a kitten with your powers right now. That's why we have those cylinders!"
Fiona takes a small remote out from a pocket inside her jacket, and presses a button on it. All 6 cylinders release a hiss as a vacuum lock comes unsealed, and the two parts separate around the middle, splitting the cylinders in half. Everyone pulls their halves apart, and inside, nestled in a soft foam cushion, is a glass syringe filled with 200 milliliters of pale blue, nearly lavender, liquid.
"The Agents can help you with those if you don't know how to inject yourself with something. And regrettably, I have other pressing matters to attend to. I wish you all luck!"
Fiona gets up, pushes her chair in, and leaves. The Agent behind her follows, while the blond woman, who you assume to be Nairle, stays behind.

>Arm vein, inject.

[Can we die in this game?]

Relax arm muscles and inject syringe.

Yeah, death is possible.

TOMATO Y U NO POST ROL YET!?

He has some real-life problems.

Of the law persuasion. This is incredibly nosy of me, but what have you done, Tomaster, if you don't mind me telling, though I'm sure you do?

Why not make tomato an NPC then?