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Not sure how I feel about stealthy thefts being even stealthier. Antagonists that go completely undetected and cause no issues to anyone might have as well never existed.

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚟 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙰𝚐𝚎: 𝟹𝟺 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚌𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎: 𝙾- ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʀᴏʟᴇ(ꜱ): > 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 > Engineer > Chef > 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚛 > 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 █████ ████ 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 ███████ ████████. 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 █.█.█.█.█ 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 ███████ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 ██████ 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜. > 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 █████ ██████ █████. 𝙳𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 █.█.█ ████████. > 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 ███████ ████████ 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ███████ 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑. 𝙷𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚍𝚎-𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎. > 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. Qᴜᴀʟɪꜰɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ: > 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚟 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚃-𝟷 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚃-𝟸 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜; 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚃-𝟹 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎. ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅꜱ: > 𝙻𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚟 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚂𝚂𝙿 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢. ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅꜱ: ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 𝟼'𝟷 / 𝟷𝟾𝟻𝚌𝚖 ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 𝟷𝟽𝟷𝚕𝚋𝚜 ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ: 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚔 [𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗] ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ: 𝙾𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢. ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ: Patient diagnosed with major, recurrent dissociative amnesia and generalized anxiety. Patient admits suicidal thoughts occur and is not willing to disclose frequency at this time, but notes that is not presently experiencing suicidal intent. Prescriptions: Medical Marijuana Packet, 1x per shift PRN from on-duty psych for anxiety; Medical hypnosis, multi-session, for major recurrent dissociative amnesia. Patient reports a 23-year mental block from birth; questionable medical intervention and possible complicity with the cause of the mental block. Patient's first memory was waking up in hospital with severe burns, loss of hearing but no known head or neck trauma. References to a "non-disclosure agreement" were made to the patient, but patient does not appear to have any active knowledge.

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A little coffee shop library I built

Hostage situations are a rare sight on Paradise, and I imagine most other servers as well. I had only attempted it once before, and as you can imagine, to no great success. This time was different, though. While it was ill planned and rushed, the setup was almost perfect - put the hostage inside the plasma filled turbine chamber, a button press away from turning the slime girl hostage into a Creme Brulè. The plan was to get the CMO there alone, with the hypospray to trade for her wife’s life, but security soon sniffed things out, and I was forced to make it publicly known - any interference would mean the woman’s life would end. Soon after, security was at the door, the Captain too, ready to make the trade. The Captain was to enter alone, but as you can imagine, the indifference to the general safety of the crew that every security officer harbours in their blackened hearts proved too strong - the urge to baton and disable too intoxicating. One officer tried to contain his bloodthirsty colleague, but he could not keep them all back. Forced to activate my adrenal implant, I rush for the button, the room filling with a blaze - only for the hostage to be rescued by an engineering cyborg in the last second. Defeated, I make my escape. I change my disguise and blend in with the crew once more, unsure of what to do next. Passing by the bridge, I spot the heroic cyborg receiving a medal for its actions. As it proudly drags the medal behind it as it leaves, triumph running through its circuits, I hit it with my flash and open its cover, overloading it’s system with my emag. My objectives forfeit, I give it one single task to wrong the right. Kill the hostage it rescued. It has no choice but to comply. It begins its search as I make a desperate attempt to fulfil my duties - leading to my death. From the afterlife, through the salty tears, I spot the cyborg deep in space, broken beyond repair, the body of the woman it saved floating lifelessly beside it. And a carp. There was also a carp. I learned that the officer responsible for the mishandling of the situation had been demoted on the spot, but being the beast of pride that he was, he ended his own life right then and there. There are many things to fear on the Cyberiad. But there is nothing more dreadful than he who believes he can do no wrong - he who’s crusade for justice leaves a trail of mangled bodies in his wake, all in the name of turning a line of text from a green color, to a red color.

Don't know if Letov put it here, but I noticed I still had it from the Discord. IIRC, Letov was a Umbrae Vampire.

Mime created a theatre at the library and hired ad hoc actors for it. It was a superhero story betwen Griffonman and Owlman. At the end of the play, I got their autographs. 8) (And they gave me the signed version of the script as well!)

Cooks Bakery and Neutrons Clinics just had a productive shift! Having made 6600 credits in total by selling his cakes and "Revenge"!

A new player learning medical saw my vox. I was in tears from laughter.

A story in ten lines, aka joining an ongoing round at 0:30:

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