lizardzsi

Hihi Jenkins! Is Krichahka here, and is was many wondering why is not heard from Comms Officer Peggy so many time ago! Station voxxies is missing the timings when Vox Opera was blastinged through station radios and is just itching to getting claws on an autographed Peggy-mixtape. If she is having retiringed, is it was planninged to get a "token vox employee" for diversities? Is a many efficient morale improvement with using notmany budget! Also, speakings of budgets... Is a while since definetly-friendly-definetly-trader kin Skipjacks showed up. Any newses from that? Is really wantinged to get claws on voxxy armor, since is many comfy to wear. Don't getting voxxy wrong, the hardsuiting you provides more-or-less fitting, but is can tell that is was designinged by a treeless skrek who only sawinged a voxxy anatomy on "Vox Gone Wild" magazine. Many thankings for answer in advance! Krichahka

Nailed it.

If you ever wondered how the first cultists got into the book club when they arrived on the station. Remember! Stranger danger!

So, I decided to make the mistake of playing as Magistrate. It was all chill, not really getting into security's way, but helped out here and there and tried getting involved, like giving a prisoner, who was about to be executed via a firing squad, the permission to stand as he was about to be executed. Hell I even went and fetched him a blindfold and bought a cigarette. Suddenly, captain calls me to the bridge, and shoves a fax message in my face, that basically says that command and security are incompetent and that ERT should be called to purge them; it had a stamp, it was written in my name (and of a IAA who I haven't met, but was on the manifest), but naturally, it wasn't signed. So I headed to the IAA office, and /surprise/ there was the original message that was faxed, and an automatic response from CC. Well, it was either the other IAA who was messing about, or something else was up. I called the detective who scanned the papers aaaaand... we got a name. Not too surprisingly, that name was on several cell logs, with the crime being of breaking into places, and currently ,said person was punching himself in a cell, until restrained, and kept shouting to kill ourselves, and that we are stealing his shit. He even started punching when second he go out of cuffs, and when I accused him of the fax messages, he naturally denied it. I showed him the detective's scanner reports, that had his prints on it. I was told to kill myself. The IAA's ID was discovered then, which was in his PDA (security failed to notice it before). Then he suddenly turned catatonic, to be stuffed to cryo. Well. I guess it was a better experience than just spamming my gavel on the bridge, but damn. Sometimes I wonder what sort of people are behind these sort of 'characters'.

Gosh, can't believe I missed this post. I was that holopara, and despite me regretting my decision immediately, when I've seen I've been made into an explosive type, I was rather surprised how effective it turned out to be in the end at that hectic as hell fight. I was rolling after boobytrapping the dropped shotguns; poor seccies didn't know what hit them. Better luck next time lizardbro!

"Hey CE, could you please /unlock/ this crate of Thermo-Electric Generator? Just unlock it, don't ope- Oh... Nevermind... Thanks anyway."

Whenever I order more than one crates from cargo (for example 2 bee starter kit) but only get delivered one, because they think I 'accidentally' ordered more than one. Also, whenever cargo opens up crates, which has things in them that can't be stuffed back into the crate, so it has to be dragged separately.

Probably one of the most fun and 'intense' shifts I took a part in. Apparently Krichahka was going to be a humble QM on that round, making cargonia great again. But what the crew didn't know is that the vox who they thought to be a meek follower of the inviolate, was brainwashed into following a death cult, whose objective was to spread blood over the station. Before I could even get to work, the crew did the job for us and by being their usual self, the station was flooded with blood and other bodily fluids that the dustlungs keep spreading around the halls. Well, onto phase two then: bring the slaughter to the crew, by summoning slaughter demons. But first, we need to build up our numbers: luckily the other cultists were a cargo tech and a shaft miner: Cargonia will be great again indeed... While trying to juggle the cargo orders and take little visits to the mining station, I managed to switch off communications there, to start growing our numbers there, untill all the miners were working for us (unfortunately nobody else really knew what to do, and due to the limited time I could just point to out the guidelines and the wiki). I decided that this will be our base of operations, the northern separated section of the mining asteroid, which can be accessed via a chute. Little did I know how handy this would become later. Now, only one person was in cargo, who was still blind to the ultimate truth. One busy little bee, toiling in cargonia, performing his duties diligently. A nosy little dustlung, who called over comms to me, that he found a paper with strange red writing, which might be in 'voxxian'. Chad Wolf. I rushed back to the station, trying to play it cool, and I was afraid that someone must have dropped a talisman, and Chad found it. I half expected security to be there, but the only thing that greeted me, was Chad's goofy grin... which was wiped off his face with a stun talisman, and a ride to the mining station. Now, cargonia was unified, and thus the converting could truly begin. A roboticist here, a civilian there, they were dragged off one by one, and enlightened. Meanwhile Chad was doing his part as well, and the mini-base we made in mining was growing, and producing talismans and gear. Suddenly, a nosy security pod pilot appeared outside and was entering through the airlock... but the Gods were favoring me, and space wind knocked him down, making him easy pickings. But then, a borg and the HoS appeared, to the rescue. Dragging off the pod pilot, I ran, screeching as disabler shots found their mark, but I managed to reach a rune to teleport along with the captured pilot. They almost got me, but not quite. We were not really ready to fight security, and the others didn't seem too willing to enter the fray, so I did what I had to do for the Reaper: the pod pilot, Rynnt Oenthe was butchered and given a new form: a wraith, to pummel his former comrades. Taken the chute back to the main mining station hub, with sword in hand and a powerful construct by my side, we tore into sec trying to stop us. One officer was pummeled to death, the other had his head chopped off, and Krichahka was then finally tazered. But then (former) Rynnt stood over my body to protect me from the blows, giving me enough time to get back into the fight before being caught again and cuffed... Only for me to dash into the chute again, to be transported into the northern hab, to our base. The HoS gave chase, and I got separated from Rynnt (probably died, never seen him again) and after jumping back into the disposals a few times, while the HoS followed suit, I managed to uncuff myself. When he fell face-first out of the chute, I greeted him with a baton to the face, and a cuff. Alex. Skrekking. Rockwall. He was mine. And he would be my next wraith bodyguard. Sec was mostly out of commission, and although ERT was called, now was the time for me to return to the station. Chad was not idle meanwhile, along with the rest of the cult, and by the time I arrived, there were enough followers to bring the slaughter forth. Unfortunately I got separated by an armed scientist, and was dragged off, but some quick talking, and the help of the former HoS I was free again, to be greeted by my fellow followers to summon the slaughter demons. The crew and a few borgs arrived, but just as soon as they could disperse the crowd, the summoning was complete. And the crew knew the name of our Lord. Command didn't see any other choice but to bring an end to the cult, along with the station by nuclear detonation.... little did they know they played right into our hands with it, granting the Reaper the ultimate sacrifice. Once a peaceful and friendly vox, but now a harbinger of death, who played part in sacrificing all those lives. Skrek.

My pet peeves: As a chef, making lots of different food for the crew to pick from and enjoy, but have some chuckleskrek come, bite into all of them, set them back on the table, then start to cram the untouched food into his backpack. (Or have Ian or E-N come along and eat all the food, then get surprised when I make them into hot-dogs, after several warnings for them to STOP) Being a chef and having an theme/idea to make the kitchen/menu revolve around it, but don't have any botanists (or have some, who only do weed and shrooms) Being a botanist who makes a huge variety of plants, but there is no chef (bonus points if there is a chef, but only makes tacos or bread) Being ribbed for the x+100th time when talking to someone, who mimicks vox speech to mock me with only 'Yaya' and the occasional 'skrek'. (What's that thing on your back? What's a voxcaster?) The doctor knowing that having a vox patient, they cannot use the gas, but won't use painkillers or ether at all neither, and just keep blundering the surgery despite me screeching in pain, begging for the pain to stop, or shriek for painkillers. Fellow vox in general, who only play as vox because powerplaying raisins, and don't even try to roleplay the species. Engineers who only pick the job, so they can get free gloves and toolbelt When playing security, see people run around set to arrest, with no tags/comments on them, and when asking on the sec channel why they are on arrest, then never get an answer Being ignored in sec channel in general Aaaand my greatest pet peeve: Acting like a spoiled brat/kindergartener, who throws an IC (/OOC) hissyfit when you don't get what you want / things don't happen the way you want.

Although the wiki implies and encourages that you should send many fax to CC, I think it's a bit 'too much' as is. As in, basically every round, 90% of the time, the letter will be pretty much the same, with the same replies. Imho: the report will be compiled/written/etc 'after the round' so to say, and the Faxing System is more like a tool to be used in extreme circumstances, when CC's intervention is the only solution to a problem. I stand by my previous comment, that the Representative should be more like an Inspector; rating and evaluating the station/departments, and giving them advice on how to improve. And the way the evaluation should be 'presented' is not via a fax, but, well... I'm not sure how hard it is code-wise, as I really don't know how it works, but I guess you know that little box that pops up after the round, with dumb statistics, like 'Food eaten, clown abused, etcetc?' If there was a way that the NT Rep would have control over it, to fill out certain fields, rating them from 1 to 10, such as 'Performance of security', 'Response time of medical', 'Quality of food', etcetc, and the overall 'performance' would be calculated from that Promotions for everyone!. then I think it would bring a whole new twist to the role, that encorages roleplay/interact/have a bit of a influence in the round. Either it could be filled from his own customized console, or maybe having an item, like a laptop, for just such a purpose of rating the performance on the go. What stops you from making a meme out of anything in this game?

The way I see it, as Nanotrasen Representative, your 'role' is not so obviously defined, so to say, and most of the time it boils down to you being an ornament on the bridge or you hang out in your office with your metabuddies since you have nothing better to do. What I suggest is instead of being a Nanotrasen Representative, you should be more like a 'Nanotrasen Inspector'; I used to see Reps play in that sort of mindset, who went through the departments and inspected their performance, wrote a report, and handed it to the captain to make him fix it, or to the individual heads, to suggest what they should do to fix their department. (for example: important medicines missing from medbay, science slacking off instead of doing Research, botany not supplying the chef with plants, who in turn prepare food, etcetc,) Minor things that I think might make the NTRep more involved: -It should be him that the tech disks should be given to instead of cargo, and he'd carry it in a secure briefcase. (Would be a fine objective for tators to actually steal the tech) -I brought it up in the Station Goal thread, that we could perhaps make the NTRep/Inspector involved in it, as in the goals are more loosely defined, so despite the objective being the same, no two outcomes would be the same (for example making the station expand in various ways and such, since there's plenty of place to construct/refurbish/expand to) and the Rep would be the judge whether the project/goal met NT's standards, or his own standards (if it does, he could maybe trigger a greentext via a remote he spawns with, similiar to the one for the nukies to announce war?)

The way I experienced it whenever I play engineering: Station Goals aren't really a 'burden' that ties up engineering, which would force them to abandon their duties/stretch them thin. Whenever I play engineering, it's either: -Rarely, half the station gets destroyed by plasma fires/bombs/etc and some of the engineers respond to fix things -Most of the time, the biggest issues are emagged doors, and a few broken windows; so I just make small little projects / pimping up things, leaving me plenty of time to make station goals, becase at least then I have a 'purpose'... though I never seen the whole engineering team work in unison; rather only a few join in for the project. The /problem/ is, that most of the time, after building for example, the BSA room, pimped it up and all, either cargo doesn't bother getting the parts, or in most cases, science doesn't do the R&D to finish it, which can be quite frustrating. Admittedly, the DNA vault feels like a chore, because building it is easy, but working with botany and xenobio for the DNA data is frustrating, since there is 0 cooperation most of the time. Station shield is a bit bland I guess, nothing too special; would be better if you'd have to do more than just to drop them in spess and push a button to activate. For station goals, I would suggest something more 'fun', like: refurbishing, or more like expanding the station, since there is the old bar, or airlocks that would lead to space; (also there is the derelict station, the russky station, the abandoned teleporter) it could be good if there would be a goal to make specific additions to the station, and then have the NT Rep inspect it and give a thumbs up if it is NT approved or not. At least that would give the NT rep role a bit more 'power' so to say, that they get to be the judge whether the station would meet the goals or not. Since it would be hard to implement it to make the game check if the station goals are met, it would be easier if the NT Rep would, for example, have a item like a remote, or an option in his console that unlocks after X time, where he verifies that the station goal is met, thus: greentext. And since the role is karmalocked, then there's less of a chance that it would be abused; plus so far I've seen, only those pick that role, who at least 'try' to properly RP. (Also, it would be a fun tator objective to sabotage the station goal) Examples: -NT wants to prepare to host the annual Ragecage event, so a stadium needs to be constructed, large enough to accept X amount of observers with a VIP booth, security checkpoint, a mini medical for the casaulties. -NT will be having VIPs, build a VIP quarters to accomodate them; with a mix of luxury and class, with extra security and safety. -NT wants to have a proper military garrison; it needs a proper barracks with mess hall, armory, officer's quarters, etcetc to accomodate an on-station ERT that would arrive in the future. -NT wants to have a large pasture/petting zoo, for totally recreational purposes and not for the secret future project of animal testing and weaponizing xenos; you have to make secure animal pens with a highly secure lab that would be able to contain xenos. (And if there are enough admins, and the additions are built; every now and again, if they feel like it, they could run an event. If there is a small chance of such a reward happening, it would encourage people to work together more, imho).

Oh boy! I can't wait to grief attend the wedding! ... Happy ass.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, or was made on purpose, but being made into an ashdrake all with having the name 'Lizardzsi' made me squee. And when I dragged Thali 'onty my back' I had the urge to play Never Ending Story. Good times were had.

Old one, apparently I forgot to post this. Yumyum.