Leaderboard

So I've recently acquired Canilunzt syllable list from @Darkmight9 (thank you!) which composes of "growls, barks, yaps," and Germanic sounding words like 'zwichs, schz, azunein, etc.' and I'm planning to write a Canilunzt song after the melody of the Irish folksong called "Come Out ye Black and Tans". The Lore "Traditionally, Vulpkanin names typically follow the conventions of their spoken language. They tend to sound harsh and guttural, and many a scholar has compared them to the names found in ancient Germanic and Semitic languages." - wikipage on Vulpkanin "The guttural language spoken and utilized by the inhabitants of Vazzend system, composed of growls, barks, yaps, and heavy utilization of ears and tail movements.Vulpkanin speak this language with ease." - wikipage on Language And what I got from the code; This gives me a conclusion that Canilunzt is a language based around canid growls, Germanic, and Semitics, so I might be using some other seemingly appropriate words in the song based on the conclusion too. Problem? Actually, yeah, a few. As an English Major who is heavily into art and literature, I cannot help but try to be extremely on point and precise with lore and whatnot. (and complicate often-looked-over non-important things like this). While writing the songs by combining the given syllables and some likely-to-be-a-Canilunzt-word (like ghurth, an alternative to ghzth) and utilizing German grammar (since I am learning German), I discovered good sounding words like "Schzfaronn" etc, but the thing is, I also made a translation version of the song, and that gave me a little spook for possibly defining Canilunzt word, because Schzfaronn in this case happen to translate to Spacestation, but I have no intention to change, define, or add things to the language and the lore surrounding it. The other problem is that I have a little of idea about the "vibe" of the language, some people said it's mostly composed of rawr and growls, while I might be taking different approach and made it sound too German. Oh and also, another unique trait of the language is that it uses "heavy utilization of ears and tail movements." which might make the language seems weird to be added to a song or be spoke/played on.. radio? unless that doesn't really matter? Why the honk are you writing this short essay on the forum then? Firstly, I'd like to thank you for finishing that part of reading, here's what I'm thinking about: 1) I'm looking for people who can give me feedbacks or recommendations on the linguistic of Canilunzt (and Neo-Russkiya later), I don't know if we have loremasters on the station or not that can clarify the language for me. But still, comment below or contact me on discord @Emilitia Ennehrt#3586 if you are willing to help! 2) If you want to help on instrumental part, since I only play the drums and I'm very sad at guitar, I do have all the guitar chords and references ready (it can also be piano, and tell me if you need fees for those-) (this will be very later I guess because I'm not near finishing yet). 3) What do you think about stuff like this? I do a bunch of artsy stuff and I happened to be a part of ss13 now, so I'm thinking about doing those for this game too. Maybe I can do more projects like this etc. 4) Just for the sake of xenolinguistic, I love fictional languages, Vyeshal from Tooth and Tail, etc., so it'd be a fun project to do while I endlessly listen to "Come Out ye Black and Tans" and "Es ziehen die Söhne los" on loop. In anycase, thank you for dropping by and reading this, feel free to contact me or whatever. - Emilitia Ennehrt (Helka/Scarlet) now I only have 6 hours left to sleep Sorry for spelling mistakes

--For Authorized Eyes Only-- Name: David Flufferton Nickname: "Fluffy" Age: Birth of date unknown. Medical examination estimates above 30 Gender: Male Race: Vulpkanin Blood Type: O- General Occupational Role(s): Medical, engineering Biography: Place of birth remains unknown to this day. Flufferton was first found on trading outpost *Outpost no longer in use* at very young age. See photo records of scene. Was quickly recovered by authorities, due to sudden restless behavior onboard the outpost. Flufferton was always very curious of things on the colony he was placed for "rehabilitation" to life in space. He picked up things faster than the commonly used language. Communication with local Vulpkanins was difficult, due to heavy accent Flufferton had. Hasn't told records how he ended on that trading outpost, nor where he is from. Always just replied "They'll be back!". Over the years this comment grow less frequent, but the curiosity for space grew more. Flufferton wasn't so to socialize with his others of his age, was more prone to study things he found interesting. At first given change Flufferton joined the medical education (See employment records.) After graduation Flufferton worked part time at local colony sickbay for several years. Flufferton spent a lot of time with a local colonist *Name Removed*, occupation mechanic. Once again curiosity to space grew on him. Through this inspiration Flufferton applied for Engineering education. To honor Fluffertons wishes, he was transferred "as far away as possible" from the colony he was. Only available station was NSS Cyberiad. Flufferton had no complaints about this. Qualifications: NT approved Degree in Healthcare and Nursing at age of 17 NT approved Degree in Electrical Engineering and Construction at age of 26 NT approved Degree of Leadership and Commanding (Ongoing, not finished) NT approved Degree of Security and Safety (Fails field trainings. Not finished) Employment Records: Flufferton learned Galactic common only at age of 10, as far as records show. To this day still has some difficulties. Showed great potential in the medical field, through determination and character. Graduated year earlier to rest of the class, with extra training in chemistry. Flufferton prefers to keep his tittle as a "nurse" (Finds it better so). At age of 21 Flufferton was placed off the medical duties, due to a conflict between them and their supervisor. At age of 23 Flufferton took interest in Engineering, due to colonist *Name removed*. At age of 26 graduated with Degree in Electrical engineering. Since age of 29 Flufferton has returned to duty and has been a full time crew member of NSS Cyberiad. Security Records: D.Flufferton is prone to follow the rules, sometimes they like to test their limits and luck. Co-operative, if spoken with right amount of respect. Minor security notes: Prone for verbal violence. Easy to disarm of such behavior. Medium security notes: NONE Major security notes: Medical Records: Overall healthy Vulpkanin. Minor medical notes: NONE Medium medical notes: Prone for burnouts / outbursts of frustration. Mostly verbal. Pat on the head usually discharges the situation Major medical notes: Personnel Photo: Flufferton seems at first like any average Vulpkanin: 5′ 10″ in height. Weight is hard to tell by looking, due to the thick appearance. What makes it even harder, is that for a vulpkanin, he has abnormally thick, tan fur. Clothing gives some idea of his figure, but still looks chubby. The curled tail and face is best way to tell how thick the fur is. Ice blue eyes with somewhat lazy/oblivious expression when relaxed, sharp when focusing. Follows commonly accepted clothing etiquette, with some hand made modifications to clothing. Other Notes/Photos: Flufferton is religious, to a non recorded belief for NT. Since belief is harmless, is allowed to continue this practice. Seems most comfortable around Voxes, of all beings. Always found Slime people fascinating. Dislikes foul language, already from young age. Flufferton keeps referring to something called "Bathday". Shows great disgust and dislike to topic. Yet personal hygiene is on accepted standards. Do not expect Flufferton to be anywhere "early" in the morning. This is a accepted flaw. Plan meetings in the afternoon. Readers identity saved on local files.

Cortical Borers can inject all sorts of neat chemicals into their host. We all love meth and flippie juice, but the majority of chemicals borers can produce are healing chems -- saline, mannitol, salbutamol, mitocholide, spaceacillin. The only problem is, borers have no way of knowing WHAT healing chemical their host needs when they are injured, or even dying. In order for borers to see the host's health status, they need to take control -- a process that takes time, and puts you in a state where you can't inject chemicals. A host could tell the borer what to use, but the host may not be able to talk, may not have time, or may not even know which medicine to use. A useful feature that would justify all the borer's healing chems would be some kind of health scan, like a pAI. Letting the borer see the host's health and healthdoll UI would be better than nothing.

What are you talking about? he has ronalds, why do you think his name now includes 'R' :^)

Im in agreement with @Sirryan2002, this "style" of announcement would fit MUCH better in the "oh shit" moments of Code Red/Gamma/Delta/Epsilon. It sounds much more like someone from CC's military wing giving a warning or something SolGov Marines-esque. I think having the normal announcements having the AI-like VO is much better for the standard announcements, but something like this WOULD be nice for the scarier "oh shit CC needs to send an ERT" moments.

Jeez you two get a room

No offense but if it took you "months of your life" to gather 15 karma you're doing something wrong.

You "wasted months of your life" to get 15 karma in 2d spessmen game? That sounds like a bit of an overdramatization. Hopefully it is.

Letting people refund any karma purchase would make karma meaningless. You'd just use something until you were done, refund it, buy something else, use that, refund that, buy a third thing, etc. A more sensible idea would be to let anyone try a karma thing (job/race/whatever) for one shift by paying a fraction of its unlock cost. A sort of limited cost try-before-you-buy thing. But even that is probably out of scope. Jobs are a bit easier than races - you can observe other people doing them. Races are very hard to deal with karma-wise as you can't meaningfully try them first and its hard to know if you'll like them before you play them.

so i re-drew maxwell crysten, @Spacemanspark's character, and then i compiled a picture with all three renders side-by-side because it's kinda cool how much i've improved over the years

Sol-Oorm-La has a good bad day. [00:00] Hhhh. The shuttle ride is bumpy. Everyone else smells. You get used to it, in the same way one gets used to arthritis. Painful. Unpleasant. An unavoidable part of Nanotrasen Employment. [00:03] Tayata is not here. AGAIN. My little parakeet is out on special assignment, doing work in another solar system. It's likely not Nanotrasen, considering her name won't bring anything up in security records anymore. A waste of chloroform that adventure was. [00:05] There is the grey. James? It had a weird name. Likely why I remember it. It was at our wedding. Flatulent. We carved it to seal our ceremony. It squealed like a Jlorm out of water. The cloner didn't remove the scar. ... [00:10] It has passed wind again. Everyone is being polite and pretending they did not hear it. That is stupid. [00:11] James is crying. It is overly sensitive. Greys are not capable of growing tumor cultures. It was an empty threat. - [00:18] Hhhhh. We've arrived. NSS Cyberiad. Would it kill them to accommodate us? Vox within stuffy masks and I have to deal with the unbearable heat and humidity. Humans may lounge in their hot boiling atmosphere like maggots, but some of us require sanitary temperatures. Regardless, It is time for my job assignment. [00:19] Head of Personal. Is this a joke? It must be. Paperwork is a massive pustule on the body of a functioning employee. To enable it is to spread a disease willingly. I cannot write galactic common at an advanced level. Nanotrasen is either hiring me out of incompetence, or punishing me for the leg thievery incident. I suspect both. [00:20] The usual suspects line up. The human who wants to explore the gateway. The likely murderer wishing for security access. The mime... being there. He has not moved for about a minute now, and his breath is fogging up the access line window. [00:25] I have completed the majority of requests. The rest can have card changes another time. I am sick of their stench. [00:25] Peace and quiet. While I far prefer the chill and carpet-less touch of the operating room tiles under my toes, the soundproofing makes up for what this office lacks in taste. [00:29] ... [00:31] ... [00:33] I am bored. [00:38] So far security has done their usual route of incompetence. The overfunded growth of this station has falsely arrested a clown for a slipping spree, which was actually the fault of the janitor. It is hardly surprising. In other news, there is no news. [00:39] I have gone to the bridge. The place stinks of caffeine and sugar as usual. The captain is talking to the representative. Some debacle involving lube. Likely discussing fornication. It is easy to tune out humans, but the representative's bubbling and popping is irregular enough that it's jarring. Slime people truly are designed in all the worst ways. No bones, no organs - Their cut off limbs don't sell well either. I'm fairly certain they're the anthesis of Nanotrasen's motto; To annoy me and make my job difficult with other organisms. Once I made myself known, they whined that I needed to 'finish my job'. Neither of THEM were doing anything. The only job of a captain is to provide entertainment for the strange cult that sits in front of the bridge. The representative is just here to make up rules to stop people having fun. Neither of them have the slightest understanding of hard work. It's been nearly forty minutes and I haven't been cloned once due to self-inflicted wounds. Dying of boredom is more entertaining, and messier. Perhaps it'd make the janitor do their job. [00:40] This is awful. I cannot STAND this. A cyborgification contract. So many WORDS. all in their grubby little language. Would it kill galactic common to include frequncitones? The language is so blocky and meandering. It barely describes anything and you have to assume the majority of the meaning based on whatever brain-dead cretin handed it to you. I'll give it my stamp, I'm sure it's fine. They're a civilian anyway, the most they'd be otherwise is half-time entertainment. [00:42] Done. Additionally, I've purchased the captain's soap from him. It was cheap. Free. [00:43] The captain DOES NOT TAKE BATHS. He cannot insist that this 'valuable property'. [00:45] Apparently the captain has taken one bath, for the dopamine rush and 'thrill of it'. Knowing this, I have relinquished the soap. I expect this incident to haunt me for some time. I would remove the taste with fine cuisine, but the chef is only making omelets. I cannot understand Earthen cuisine. Why are is it so specific on when a fetus must be eaten? They gain less nutrition while it's small. [00:46] Back to my job. Which is to sit here, and look at the quartermaster. they are on the ground next to a clown. The clown is laughing. This shift is dull. [01:20] I have woken up. Apparently there was a murder. Importantly though, I can hear a scratching underneath the carpet of this office. If it is terror spiders, I will at least be of use to something this shift. [01:20] It is a mouse. [01:21] Mouse. carriers of disease. Underrated, as far as applications go. A mouse is the perfect mammal. Useful for testing. Displays similar behavior patterns to humans. Can chew through keratin, fur and skin. But it is unfortunately not useful to me when I am stuck babysitting the incompetent who are unable to sign a simple job waiver. Oh look, it is drooling onto the carpet. Truly, a perfect example of the crowning intelligence of mammals. [01:22] Something is wrong with this mouse. It has large growths sagging off it. They are not tumors- the skin tissue is all wrong. They appear similar to boils, but the smell is strongly sulphuric. It may be a new disease! [01:22] Time to investigate. [01:23] It attempted to run into the bridge. I am taller. I am faster. It did not escape. A dissection will reveal your secrets, little rodent. [01:28] The captain gave me an odd look. Something akin to disgust and bewilderment. Perhaps he is constipated. Human bowel functions are poorly designed. They'll dye their hair but not straighten their rectum, another sign of their inconsistent values and priorities. Bah! Hopeless. Now for my fun. [01:30] I have taken a knife from the kitchen. The chef was missing. Won't be missed. A race that deep fries earthen vegetables clearly needs a few centuries Darwinism to sort itself out. [01:30] The first slice was unexpected. The second I cut into the thick oily coating surrounding the growths, they exploded. Fortunately it doesn't appear to be acidic, despite initial projections. It appears that the growths had some sort of tendril-like system wrapped around the animal's spinal cord. Fungal in origin? [01:31] The structure is all wrong for this to be a fungus. I can practically feel my heart thumping behind my eyes, threatening to rattle out of my mantle. FOCUS! A precise cut prevents poor performance. - [01:38] I have finished dissecting the rodent. I would have cut further down the abdomen, but the growths ended at the lumbar spine. I'll investigate the lower regions for abnormalities later. This growth system is far more elaborate then I initially projected- there appears to be some sort of chemical injection via pseudopods into the brain- the growth uses the rat's own muscles to control it. It seems that it either replicates or reprograms the muscles to pump the excess blood containing these chemicals into the brain. This is clearly a short-lived parasite, the excessive pressure and blood would likely cause a hemorrhagic stroke within hours. How does such a developed and deeply ingrained infection develop so quickly? The nutrients and resources it would need to replicate and expand into the rodent's body do not correlate with the projected lifespan the rodent would have post-infection. I will need to cross-reference brain rot. If we're lucky an infection will break out soon for a fresh sample. [01:39] Curse the physical body. An incredible apparatus to be endlessly modified. The only toll it takes is food- but a toll none the less. Why must my work be interrupted by these pangs? I cannot focus if my hypothalamus continues to complain. But the food the chef created.. those foul concoctions. Revolting. And it's unlikely the medical bay has fresh samples for consumption. [01:40] I am growing desperate. The gnawing has become unbearable. My dearest Tayata. the only creature of which cannot be perfected. I hope you are enjoying yourself at your job- you likely are. It is difficult to make you unhappy. Otherwise we would not be married, if my hypothesis is correct- the pain, it is unbearable. There are no options other then my cyanide implants. [01:40] Unless... [01:42] I have equipped myself with my gun and will use this chair as a shield. The captain is the only one in the bridge. Hopefully Nanotrasen will understand my resort to cannibalism, given the dire circumstances. [01:42] Wait. [01:42] Did I pre-pay my company insurance? [01:42] A thousand dead stars! If I die the warranty expires. [01:42] But if I eat the captain...Wait. [01:42] The rat specimen. So much unfound potential. A new disease with incredible new properties. It could be sold for so much. And yet, the aroma is so tantalizingly fresh now. Even the yellow pustules give it a healthy, finely aged look. What am I willing to do in the name of science? [01:43] I have decided that I am not willing to die in the name of science. I'm sorry, future Sol. Rent will not be easy next month. [01:47] It was deceiving, in the way that all earthen food is. The bitter aftertaste gave way to warm, chunky flesh. It burns my mouth, and yet I will starve without nourishment. And I am at least certain it is better then the omelets. Another discovery of science, lost to space and the digestive system. [01:47] THE REPRESENTATIVE WAS THERE. [01:49] WHY WAS SHE IN MY OFFICE!? I haven't broken a single standard operating procedure this hour. And clearly from the captain's behavior, lack of interest or incompetence is CLEARLY not a factor. Synthetics may be void of hunger, but they seem to be void of reason. It was a dire circumstance. [01:50] Appendix-grown fetuses, she's still going. She's not even mad about the discovery lost. Idiot. If it were me, I'd be ripping myself apart to find the dissected sample. Were it not for my own pesky self-preservation instincts, I'd already be gouging out my upper third intestine. And yet her concerns are HYGIENE. SANITARY. She is a SYNTHETIC. WHY DOES IT BOTHER HER!? [01:51] I have been let off with a warning. A very dull, long warning. While there is no consequence for my job and rank, I do not want to be caught again. It is hard to look like you are listening to something that you cannot operate on, because there is no true incentive for co-operation. But I must keep my placement here. Space trade organs are expensive. This rat is irritating my intestinal tract, I believe. It is unpleasant. [01:59] The pain of hunger cannot compare to this. My intestinal tract is compressing and contracting as though I have ingested chili. It is agony. I am used to physical pain. The parasite could not have survived the dissection. It is impossible. And even if it did, the chance of it adapting to a Hoorlm-born specimen is.. highly improbable. [02:08] I am going to die. My warranty is going to expire, and I am going to have to perform secretary duties to keep my pod. Let the cloning bay malfunction, so I am not subjected to this hell after rebirth. Perhaps the wizened are right. We should not have abandoned our spiritual rites at Hoorlm. [02:10] [AUTOMATED LOG]: THE EMERGENCY SHUTTLE HAS BEEN CALLED AT 2:10] [02:11] Central Command. If I can make it there, I can get to my self-performance kit. If I can't remove the parasite, I'll just remove my parietal lobe. I can live without object permanence. It'll be fine. [02:12] I've made it onto the shuttle. The captain appears to be covered in a lubricant, and has been strapped into the command chair with tape. I could only make out a few words beneath this wave of agony. Something about clowns and butter. The captain appears to be in a state of shock. [02:15] The lurch of the shuttle's done it. Whatever the pain was, it's finally go - INCIDENT REPORT-#818 Two hours and fifteen minutes [12:20, LOCAL STAR ROTATION] into shift #4804 aboard the NSS CYBERIAD emergency shuttle #14, a level 5 biohazard was identified and spotted by command staff. This biohazard originated from the body of Sol-Oorm-La, temporary Head of Personnel relief and registered employee. Upon the biohazard being visually identified, Captain K'lark of Clan Kuzzczack attempted to destroy the biohazard with an energy gun, but was rendered unconscious due to hitting his head on the command console. This was later found due to his entire person being coated in clown butter (SEE INCIDENT REPORT #819). K'lark's acting Blueshield (Jamie Gulivner, rank 37) Responded swiftly and neutralized the biohazard with their own energy gun. The body of Sol-Oorm-La was later cloned at Central Command. Captain K'lark of Clan Kuzzczack issued a statement for the report to central command, claiming it was "The second worst thing that's happened to me." Further investigation has found no syndicate involvement, and the incident is marked as closed.

That's right! It's possible to be an A tier librarian! After seeing a lot of tier lists already, I decided to hop on the tier train and make a few of my own. Let me know if I should do more. F Tier: The Illiterate Librarian This guy is gone round start. The only thing hinting at their existence is their book bag left behind the library desk. If he's seen, he's likely in a security cell or found dead in maintenance. The only book this guy will ever print is W.G.W. and he'll happily read it over the comms. E Tier: 1st Grade Spelling Dropout Probably got this position because none of his other job choices were available. Might experiment with the book printer, but won't ever stock the shelves or fill requests. Will probably be in the back room plotting how he'll take over the station, or dead from boredom. Doesn't know how to publish a book. Uses the newscaster to post gibberish or nonsensical articles. C Tier: The Intern Knows the basic functions of the library equipment. Won't stock the shelves, but will fill requests if you ask him. Will probably be in the back room writing fanfiction about the HoP and Ian. He can publish books, but expect spelling errors, incorrect titles, and lazy formatting. Uses the newscaster to post random things, often in no way relating to station events. B Tier: The Bookworm This guy is a wiz when it comes to using library equipment. Shelves will be stocked and the books might even be properly registered in the library's database. Will probably be in the back room writing helpful guides or interesting stories. His books are well written and nicely formatted. He'll keep up with station events and post interesting articles on the newscaster. He'll host events such as DnD sessions or book readings. Nothing big, but fun for everyone involved. Will print spare bibles for the chaplain. A Tier: The Knowledge Keeper This guy knows the book database better than anyone. Expect award winning books to be on the shelves of the library. This is the guy that you'd ask to write space law. He knows written formatting better than the HoP. As soon as anything happens on the station, this guy has an article up with pictures on the newscaster. Expect him to do as much digging into a story as a competent detective. Don't try to walk out of the library with a book without checking it out. This guy will know. The events he holds at the library are grand! Plays, game nights, book clubs that people are so enthralled with that they don't realize he's an actual cultist, live interviews, the sort of things that people will abandon their job to join in on. He'll happily engage in RP with folks during his downtime. Folks tend to visit the library when there's someone there to talk to. Friendship ended with cult. Now chaplain is best friend. Hope you all enjoyed. Of course, these are all my opinion, but I feel like they reflect well what's expected of a librarian, and how one could improve as one.