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I got a terrible idea and went through with it, so here's SPURK the SPARK lookalike in a hastily sprited SPORK suit.

Possesion of Synthetic Union. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Following audiologs contains mission reports of Yellow Incident Response Team 27 led by Ensign M.A.N.T.I.S. You hear some beep's, boop's and ping's ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Report #27-000: You hear click. Introduction Report of Yellow IRT 27. It's P.A.T.R.O.L. speaking, AI of SFU P.A.T.R.O.L. interviewing unit M.A.N.T.I.S. please introduce yourself. It's Mantis speaking, I'm IPC, I was made 9 years ago by Xion Manufacturing Group. I'm ensign and leader of new Yellow IRT 27. Pleas introduce your current team. Of course AI. At the moment, what is before the first mission. My squad has 5 members: 3 engineers, one security officer and one field medic. All of them are IPCs. Their names are as follows: W.A.R.D., KA-3, Error, IRT-347 and Pinky. Thank you. Unit has ran diagnosis of unit M.A.N.T.I.S.. All systems nominal. Moral modules nominal. Logical modules nominal. Backup version stored in AIs core database. There is small pause. Please state your current relations with your team. I have been working with all of them before in team 24. We all consider each other as mates. That's all. Thank you unit M.A.N.T.I.S.. Unit declares Yellow IRT 27 ready for deployment. Please make sure your team is trained and prepared. Would you like to report anything else? No thank you AI. You hear click Report #27-001: You hear click. Mission Report. It's P.A.T.R.O.L. speaking, AI of SFU P.A.T.R.O.L. interviewing unit M.A.N.T.I.S.. Please state your mision objective. Hey AI. My team was deployed with Yellow IRT 22 in SBP BE-34. Our mission was to fix breach in escape shuttle. Breach has been fixed. Please state exact description of the mission. We arrived in our transport ship, Captain ZXI-455 met us as soon as we left ship. We were informed that breached was caused by meteor that luckly bounced off the station. We spent couple of hours fixing it. With cooperation with local engineers we fixed breach, set atmospherics and filled area with breathable air. After that captain thanked us and we left the platform BE-34. Please state statuses or your subordinates. All nominal. Please state your status. Nominal. Thank you. Unit will update your backup versions. Please state if any of your subordinates commited any crimes. None. Please state if any of your subordinates acomplished something worth noting. Except perfectly fixing part of the station? Nothing special. That's all. Thank you unit M.A.N.T.I.S.. Unit declares Yellow IRT 27 ready for deployment. Your current ratings are: Survival: 100%. Mission acomplished: 100%. Would you like to report anything else? Nope. You hear click

I am a frequent Diona player, and wanted to let you know my tips for effective roleplay. To clarify, let's get some terminology out of the way: Diona: The name of the race, singular noun. Dionae: Plural noun. Nymph: A single living independent Diona, comparatively lacking in mental and physical ability when compared to a human. Gestalt: A combined mass of Nymphs, who share a collective thought process and identity. This is the race you play when you select "Diona". Now there are some additional things to bear in mind here. A gestalt is made up of the sum of it's conjugate nymphs. That is to say a Gestalt may draw on the memories, experiences, knowledge, skills and personality of any or all of it's Nymphs. This makes Gestalts very wise, intelligent and knowledgeable when compared with other humanoids. Gestalt do vary in this, dependent upon the quantity and quality of the Nymphs that make them up, and you should not be tempted to use this as an excuse to mary sue. When I roleplay as a Diona I have a very simple way of describing myself. I use two nouns to signify which part of the gestalt is communicating, and which are thinking. For example: We here signifies that the entire Gestalt is feeling well as a whole, and the individual Nymph who is speaking applies some personality to the conversation (as humanoids like to do) by saying how that nymph itself is feeling. Note that all nouns have a capitalised first letter. It can also be applied when talking to other Gestalts. In this case, Gestalt 2 can tell that they are asking for the feelings of their gestalt as a whole, and an individual Nymph. Note that Gestalts will not refer to non gestalts in this way, or to an individual and independent Nymph. The beauty of this idea is that you can have self conflict. The gestalt above is saying that the communicating Nymph cannot wire the solars, but the gestalt as a whole might be able to. Upon internal communication, another Nymph (referred to as they, as Nymphs are asexual) does know how to wire the solars, so the gestalt as a whole and the communicating Nymph will try. I imagine Dionae are slow and labored in their responses, which allows you the extra time to roleplay like this, and it does get easier with time. There will often be language barriers that are introduced, such as differentiating between You (plural) and You (singular) as well as They (plural) and They (singular), and other derivatives. These just add to the roleplay immersion. I challenge myself to never refer to anyone by their name, but just by using pronouns. We and I hope that You and You may find this beneficial, though They may not. ---- To be continued....

Make me think that some person should create some “admin cycling rules” stating you cant admin zero two times in a row

You were the chosen one, Tetra! It was said that you would destroy the blue tide, not join them!

One too many exploits, wow

Atleast give one second. That was ridiculous

One sad theme played on a violin

Hey guys its your favorite comdom(co'm'dom not co'n'dom ever notice that) CMO. Firing people for things tgat get you fired IRL but still get hate. Anyways I normally go by Caden Batten and usually enjoy high rp in a medium rp setting.

Psychologist's Report B.E.E.R ---------------click--------------- Recording starts: "I have a question for you, B.E.E.R." "Well, isn't that new? Shoot." "You keep talking about 'that night,' What do you mean about that?" "You want to hear that story, eh? Well, if ya insist." "Take your time." "So, this was... five years ago? Yeah, five. Anyway, I just got the Spigot, and got this contract for a party on a planet, forget the name. I come in and land by a city with a beautiful glass dome. They called it the Citadel, I believe." "I see..." "Anyway, I see this red glow over the horizon, I ignore it at the time, thinking it's the sunrise or whatever. I get set up, open the bar, and start serving drinks. It was a nice party, until it happened." "It?" "During the party, the red glow kept getting brighter and brighter. Nobody seemed too worried about it, but then again we were all a little too drunk. Except me of course. Around half an hour in, we hear this tearing noise, like someone ripped the very fabric of reality. Everyone starts running away, and a few moments later I see why." B.E.E.R sighs, and you can hear someone drinking something. "This beast was something out of nightmares. Skinless, all muscle and I swear this thing was breathing the upper atmosphere of the planet. Then, it starts walking. each step created a fucking shockwave. In three steps, it was at the city. Its next step shattered the dome." "Shattered? Good lord." "It looked like fucking snow raining down. This thing takes another step, and the air in the city starts turning red, you could see this fine mist floating out. This is when I finally stopped staring like an idiot, packed the Spigot up, and got the hell out of dodge. Problem is, I had to fly over the city to get out. So, I fly through the mist, and dodge these creatures that I swear only belong in Hell." There is a long pause. "When I eventually slow down, I'm halfway across the galaxy. I get into a parking orbit around the nearest star, and start scrubbing the Spigot clean. It took weeks, and the mist had stained the metal a slight crimson. Turns out, I flew through a cloud of fucking blood. I flew through the citizens of the Citadel. That fucking BEAST turned a city of millions to a mist." "Is that how you got that crack?" "When one of those shockwaves hit, I must have fallen, and cracked the screen. I- I'm not sure." PAUSE "I finally got to know that story... I won't lie, I see why his patrons were reporting him. All those lives, lost." He clears his throat, "B.E.E.R seems to be suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. He also is likely to be severely depressed, despite his quite chipper attitude. Given his large amount of drinking, it seems that he manages it through constantly being slightly inebriated. While unhealthy, it seems to work fine, and since there aren't many cases of IPC PTSD, this information will be quite useful to further research." END REPORT

Nice - I appreciate someone who can pull off a surrealist jive and do it well. It takes a lot of work/guts to showcase and actively work on some of the more esoteric art styles.

Two things. I made sec into a fort and I MADE A SPACE CAR!