borderlinecrazy

hello again readers! im here again to tel about nanotrasen! i was studying just now when i had suddenly an urge to write about my findings and learnings, becasue to me we were always more than just a mining slash research company, we are a nation and an ideology! in here we believe that all of our loyal workers must work together to help the other stay alive! you can see this often in our station! all of our departments are meant to collaborate with each othe to work properly, engineering maintains the station they are in, security detains criminals and keeps the order, cargo supplies everyone with needed stock, service keeps the crew fed and the morale up, medical patches up anyone eho is caught in an accident, research extends and improves everyone’s ability to do their job, and command overseees all to make sure theyre doing things right! its such a strike of genius, yeah? productivity, hard work and collaboration are the founding stones of our great corporation! im proud to serve nanotrasen, and you should be too! so remmember friends, keep working together! we all need each other to thrive!

hellloooo readers! my name is K'oalde Nreezinnj, i am a 19 years old tajaran , i have gorgeus gray-ish blue fur with dark spots and really like fancy clothes! people often have difficulty speaking my whole name so i think everyone could just go by my nickname "ness", its an abreviation for my last name i made myself! so further into my introduction i have to talk about the place and corporation i work for, Nanotrasen ! so when i was just little i was born onto this USSP controlled ship or station thing, with my original tajaran parents being socialists! can you imagine it?! because i cant, just thinking about lliving in the harsh enviroment those guys have to go through makes me shriek! here''s a picture of me when i was living there! i was such a cute littel guy! i can't remember who was holdinng me in the picture, maybe was the ship's captain or someone else? because it cant have been my parents since they were tajaran too, anyways so one day over there a strike team sent out by Nanotrasen to retrieve some stolen property or something like that, and after they took down the bad guys there they found me! and of course they couldn't just leave a toddler behind so they took me back to their trurl! after that i was adopted by my dad, who was and is an official at the nanotrasen navy, he's really busy most of the time so i don't talk to him much, but thats okay. i'm very thankful for what Nanotrasen has raised me into, it's given me a home, a family, and has shown me that even if it has flaws, capitalism is the only type of government that will work, ever! and it has taught me many other things too, loyalty, manners, professionalism, and presenting yourself properly! everyday i study to learn to become a better and more efficient member, maybe one day even become an intern in central command! i can only dream so, heheh. thanks for readingg! i will write more on the blog about my work here in Nanotrasen soon!

character is in-lore terminated/demoted from nanotrasen, due to character development and OOC reasons

2567-02-15, Nanotrasen's HR Department NOTE OF TERMINATION Dear Samson Letterman, Your employment with Nanotrasen has been officially terminated this evening on the 12th of February. Reason for termination is as follows: "We've noticed you have failed to show up at your assigned Science Station for over two weeks, put together with investigation teams finding certain evidence to links you, █████, ███████, and ██████ to a current scrutiny we are trying to find out more about back on Mars, this... to put it in an understatement, leaves us in a "Tricky situation". While we are sure you are in more than perfect condition to continue your labor within Nanotrasen-owned vessels, We simply cannot have you ████ on our property, nor do we have the assets, budget, and will to "sweep this one under the rug" one more time for you... You are on your own now. Please do not ever return to a Nanotrasen-affiliated vessel, ship, station, or asset. I am sure you know better than to ████████████. Or else, We will be having a ████████ sent to your last known location." We at Nanotrasen say goodbye to your, Loyal crewmember, And wish the best of luck in finding new employment. Final paycheck: Your last paycheck will be sent to your NanoBank account on ███-██-██ Signed: ████████████, Chief Human Resources Officer

zombos are currently pretty underwhelming but itll get good soon trust me

"It's a meme, Admin."

god i love mass hysteria (even the fucking rat is dead)

It's fun to stay at the...

The Japanese have taken over the Chinese.

Vox room! Is nice yaya!

(source) i spend way too much time making shitposts than actual art

spent way too much time on this

It was a normal shift, Assistants hacking vendors, Engineers not doing anything because they're "Busy", Trigger-happy officers "accidentally" shooting the seemingly-innocent clown, People being kidnapped in maints, Just another day at work. And a man named "Samson Letterman" decided he wanted to go building this shift, So he went and got himself the tools and access he needed, Dealt with the ever-so-lazy HoP, Messaged the drunk captain for permission, Asked the gods for guidance, Suited up with a space suit, And began building... A little longue for all to hang out, With cigarettes and other thingies. He watched as the crew did their shenanigans, Simply pointing and laughing, As the silliness of the station could not be matched by even the best circus in all the galaxy, Ordering himself food and sharing it with others as well, Talking about their day (or rather, Shift), Discussing important things such as everything-but-politics and the weather, Having a fun time all around, Ignoring the threats about, And taking their time to sit down and relax. But then, A greater threat appeared, What the cool kids nowadays call "Blob", Now this threat was so massive that they had authorized cargo to get guns for the station, Which is a terrible idea given the type of people who tend to work as cargo technicians, Surprised a cargonia was not formed, Which would have been tragic yet not surprising. After receiving this news, Sam did not even flinch, As he kicked his feet up, Stretched his arms, Gave a good long yawn, And went on with his activity of being the most chill man on the milky way. Alas, In the end, He died doing what he loved, What every man should inspire to-- okay this is way too fucking stupid to continue on writing lmao im tired

Another level of chilling.

I won at the russian roulette.