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Name: Tariq Yon-Dale Age: 45 Gender: Male Race: Vulpkanin Blood Type: B+ General Occupational Role(s): Science - Plasma Researcher, Chemical Researcher Security - Warden or Detective Medical - Chemist, Doctor Biography: Tariq Yon-Dale was born on a trading vessel in the year 2532. The child of two medical officers, young Tariq was exposed to folk of all walks of life as he hung around the on-station clinic. Early into adulthood, he become disillusioned with the career in medicine so meticulously planned out for him - performing hired labor on merchant ships with vaguely criminal and possibly illegal clientele left a bad taste in his mouth. So he left the life of unethical, crude, and unprofessional medical practices behind to live a life of unethical, crude, but professional plasma research. Now he spends most of his days attempting to formulate the perfect plasma bomb, or occasionally detonating monkeys. Despite specializing in Plasma Research, Yon-Dale has been noted to perform duties in other departments. Experienced in a handful of medical disciplines due to his background, he's sometimes known to work on the Cyberiad Medbay as a medical doctor. He has also been seen working security, though in less combat-intense roles such as Warden and Detective. Even I get bored sometimes, you know. Qualifications: 20 years plasma research. Employment Records: Previously employed on numerous trading vessels and space stations. Now works for Nanotrasen as a Plasma Researcher, conducting experiments to determine the viability of plasma in a variety of practical applications including, but not limited to - explosives, flammable gases, respiration in carbon-based lifeforms, blood transfusions, lubricant, seasoning, energy, etc. Security Records: No outstanding criminal record. Medical Records: Respiration problems and minor lung damage from nearly lifelong exposure to plasma toxins. Yon-Dale requires a gas mask to prevent further lung damage. Despite being a Vulpkanin and covered in fur, he is very sensitive to cold and is rarely seen without a winter coat. Prolonged exposure to cosmic radiation has rendered Yon-Dale quite sensitive to Bluespace time dilation anomalies, as such he responds to things slightly slower than most people. very unflattering photo. Much too dark. Try taking one when the power isn't malfunctioning. -Tariq Personnel Photo (Appearance text): Tariq Yon-Dale is standing upright, hands behind his back as he looks into the camera with a rather intense glare. The 5 foot 11 Vulpkanin carries himself with an almost formal posture, his body language distant and almost unwelcoming. His red hair is swept back into spikes, groomed to be both formal and keep it from obstructing his vision when wearing a gas mask. His winter coat hugs his body tightly, his frame and shape almost completely obstructed by the bulky outerwear. I'd greatly prefer if you didn't take photos while I'm working. -Tariq Other Notes: All the art in here is made by me.

Thought this would be a fun thread to start. Maybe not your first round ever, where you were just fumbling around with the UI. More like...what was the most memorable thing that happened to you when you first started playing? After a few rounds as janitor I decided to try something new. Journalist. I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing, asked around. Someone directed me to the HOP. I go to the HOP line, wait my turn, when it is I tell him I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing. He says "You need a job?" I say "I guess" and he says "Come around to my door at the bottom of my office. I do. He let's me in. "Pet Ian for me" and he points to Ian. I'm confused but spend a few minutes petting Ian while he handles other requests. At one point I stop and he turns to me and shouts "I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO STOP!" I'm very nervous now so I'm petting feverishly. After 10-15 he informs me I'm done and I did a good job, says wait a moment. I do, he runs off (apparently to the ATM) gets 500 credits and gives it to me. I ask him what can I do now? He directs me to the bar and spend my hard earned money. I quickly learn no payment is required at the bar, but insist I pay anyways. Since I don't know how to split it I just smack the 500 on the counter. Bartender gives me 2 full bottles of whiskey for this. I got drunk, felt sad because I had no purpose. Began attacking another man in the bar. Security comes and arrests me. Brings me to processing. They search me. Ask me why I did what I did. I'm sobbing and slurring about how I have no purpose. Whoever was processing me says "Do you want a purpose?" I say "Yes!" "Would you like to be a public defender?" "A what?" "Would you like to protect this station, yes or no?!" "YES!" "Do you swear to spread peace and justice through the station?" "YES! I WANT TO SERVE! I WANT A PURPOSE!" "Very well then." Brings me to the locker room. Gives me all the proper sec gear. Through this process I've been vomiting and my vision fading. Alcohol finally taking it's toll. I can no longer stand. My new boss drags me out of the brig. An ambulance awaits me. The last thing I heard before I passed out as the paramedic drove off with me was my boss shouting "Save them! They're a public defender!" I pass out and die on the way to Medbay. Unaware of revival or cloning methods in the infancy of my SS13 career, I exited them game. Been hooked ever since. What's your story?

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https://github.com/ParadiseSS13/Paradise/pull/7972 Open for comment.

Oh boy, IRL vox opera

Alright, now it's time to work on the shells again. Sorting out the inventory system for those (a borg-like hotbar of items) is unfortunately something I have little clue as to how to go about.

Dont know if this is really shitcurity or not but ill just tell thou story. So Samuel Todd was just helpin sec with the 3 durands and shit and one of them wanted a gygax which was for myself by the way (self protection etc you know) He said nah and proceeded to tase me and my friend, I got up. Had an axe, And started slamming it into his head, Swerving like a CSGO bunnyhopping pro. He died, I think once. Then he had trouble breathing due to how much I cleaved him (didnt mean to kill him just cripple) Then I got arrested for attempted murder, WHich I described was self-defense gone wrong. I get perma brigged which was fine and I broke a window, then space succed me out and I suffocated while saying over Radio "My last smoke." While I still die in space with a lit cig in my mouth. It was fun round though got to build shit. the shitcurity part was being tased over a gygax when there was a armed durand available which was kinda annoying a tad bit

I posted this in issues, while apparently it is a feature request. I thought it was a bug because well, this should (In my opinion) have been possible to begin with. But anyway, here it is. ^

Success! I've managed to defeat a lock-up/runtime that occurred when ejecting or when the humanoid shell is gibbed.

A couple of gifs I made for a project somewhere

Two more And the ultimate HoS