Vargh

That's why you have another tools like Ether, Morphine and Hydrocodone if you don't want to put the patient to sleep because of that.

So recently we where talking about the pain mechanic suring surgery and i come with this idea about how we should make it work so you actually need to use them. My idea is patients have a pain level with a pain limit, after that point, the patient will move because the pain is too damn bad so any step you want to make has a 50% chance of failing. So if you use the anesthetic tank the pain level is never going to go up, but with voxes or slimes who can't use the tank you need to apply ether and morphine to go ahead with the surgery, the computer should tell you if the patient is going out of pain killers and give a "high pain level warning" so the surgeon know when to add more of them. And, because ghetto surgery would get really damaged because of this and we all love malpractice, ether could work as a ghetto pain killer for surgery, so you can force feed your patient whisky :ok_hand:

The one with @bigfatbananacyclops screaming remember me that's how we say hi to each other in game

Drones already have that law and they broke it most of the time, having a human being character shitters can play would be a really bad idea even with those laws

Argentina, we have, uh, cows.

Damn this are amazing

Also, had a "NEVER" thing, i sometimes end up as Engineer and it's my most hated job

Steven Stingray your virus dealer. Red slime, black dress jacket, white shirt, red scarf, sunglasses, black bandana and smoke

Holy shit mate they are amazing, I really want to see Stingray <3

I still remember that clown, it was hilarious Fixed

Name: Steven Stingray Age: 30 Gender: Male Race: Slime Person (He was a human before) Blood Type: 0- Water General Occupational Role(s): - Medicine, Security and Chef Biography: Recording…. -Test test… good this is working. Interview requested by Matthew Crysten from Central Command, Detective Kennard Rose here, subject Steven Stingray with me and ready to begin. Did you really need to make all of this bla bla bla i’m so cool clique? -Yes. Well whatever, let’s start with this, and pass me the ashtray. -Alright, Steven, first I wanna thank you for coming here to my office off-station to get this interview done. You know this has been requested by Central Command after the information wipe they had due to a syndicate hacker playing with the database. I was also told that your human DNA backup was wiped in this attack, am I right? Well, it’s not like I can confirm that. It could be a lot of bullshit, but it’s not like it’s a big deal to me at this point. Let’s start from the beginning so I don’t get confused with the timeline thing. -Good idea. There were only able to save a little bit of information, so I know your parents’ real last name and the fact you were born on Luna. Can you tell me more? That’s correct, my “real” last name should be Garland and I was born on Luna 27 years ago. Both my parents were researchers who used to work for… actually, I don’t really know, I’m not even sure if that’s true. The thing is, when I was 1 year old, they left me with my grandma to do some research and work stuff. Sometimes I want to believe that story, but it’s hard, y’know… I feel like I was not wanted or they weren’t ready to take care of a child… Living with my grandma was nice; I have good memories from my time with her. She didn’t want me to go to school, so she taught me how to write and read at home, and some basic things like history, geography, and all that child crap. Sadly, she passed away when I was only 9 years old. -I’m sad to hear that. What did you do? You were only a child, did you have any other family members, your grandma’s friends, anything? Honestly no, or at least I was never told if I had more family around. After I found my grandma dead that morning, sitting on her couch, was open the door and run. I just… ran. -Sounds like you were really scared about being alone. I understand that. Where did you go? I can’t remember what I was feeling, all I know is that I ran, ran like there was no fucking tomorrow. I ended up at the Port Royale, I tried to blend in with the children of the guys who worked there. I got food and slept around the crates, until he finally found me. -He? Who are we talking about? You see, a lot of people who worked there were lowlifes, moving crates and shipping cargo, and commerce in the port was pretty much always the same. Luna always kept things in the hands of humans for some reason, almost no borgs were allowed to work there. Back to the topic, sorry if I sometimes go too far, but all this bullshit just kind of fucking pours into my head when I’m asked, and I’m talking too much once again. coughs Thing is, one morning I was there, sitting on the crates of a ship, looking nowhere, without any kind of shit hope to survive, then a bald guy with a – I must say – magnificent hobo beard comes towards me. I was really scared because mate, that guy was huge! He sat down next to me and asked what I was doing there; I explained my situation the best I could, and he said that he used to have a child, but his wife left with the kid, and that he saw in me something that reminded him of that feeling of… protecting or whatever. The thing is, he asked me to come with him to stop sleeping on the floor and well, I was hella desperate and the guy seemed nice, so I said yes. -This is how you got adopted right? Sounds like it happened really quickly. How was it? Really fucking good, actually. He told me his name was “Stingray;” I remember asking “what kind of name is that” because I found it funny. He said people in the port take wildlife names or surnames to make it easy to identify themselves. He was using that name for so long at that point, he almost forgot his real one, and you know, I don’t know is real name, but we never needed it. Life after that was really good, I remember working with him at the port – the long shifts of work and then coming back home to eat something warm, watch TV, and laugh about random shit. It was a really normal and poor life, since we didn’t had much money or a nice house, but I felt good that I finally had a father… When I turned 15 and was able to work at the port “legally,” I lied about my name and said it was “Steven Stingray”… I still remember my father crying after I said that. After that, life got a bit hard. Being a “real” worker there means that I had to learn how to speak Gutter, how to deal with Sol Gov people, the art of steal, and a lot of shit that was going around all the time behind the scenes of a sick opera. I learned there that my father was a big head among the thieves of the port – some kind of Luna mafia against Sol Gov for who the fuck knows why honestly, all I knew is that Sol people were “tradeband pricks” and I was told we had to steal from them. I started a life of hard work, street fights, and well, theft. Honestly, it wasn't so bad until well, I had a bit of an… accident in a fight. -Honestly, I’m kind of surprised you thought that was a good idea, but being raised by someone with a shifty morale compass makes it understandable. Hey, you’re talking about my father fucker, i don't care about it, he was my father -Alright, alright, calm down, I’m sorry. So what happened in that incident? Zippo lighter sounds Pause Yes, well, there was this weird guy. Me and a friend had been looking at him for some time. He was wearing a white lab coat and wouldn’t stop running around from one store to another like if he was looking for something. We noticed he was holding a really fat backpack – that usually meant drugs or money, and both things were a good target for a nice old fashion mugging. We managed to corner him in a dark alleyway, to get his backpack quick and run away, but it was the first time I ran into someone so crazy that he just… took out a gun and shot at us… I can still remember the sound of the bullets passing by me, looking at my friend falling to the ground, the feel of the metal getting lodged in my left arm and a rush of… I don’t know how to call it mate, but fuck, the asshole shot at us before we could even say or do anything. I was fast enough to take out a pocket knife and put it inside his throat… that was when I realized the scenario… Pause It was me, standing there, with 2 bullets in my left arm, a guy puking blood at my feet, my partner… dead and I just felt… panic. I took the backpack and ran to my place. My father let me in; he was mad and worried and a lot of things… all I remember is that I passed out after a few minutes. -I uh… That’s quite the situation… What happened next? I remember not wanting to leave my place, drinking myself to sleep, and a really bad depression was going around. My father had to work all day so I spent most of my days alone at home, drinking and smoking… all that crap was only for a fucking stupid book about some kind of secret project virus thing. A few months after I turned 20, my father came back home early, and told me he enlisted me in the NSV Luna station project. I was going to go live there, get a clean job, study, and start a new life. He felt guilty about how his way of life drove me to this and wanted a better future for me. I remember we hugged that day and I was crying like crazy. The next day, I got my backpack and went to the station – it was a really nice place. I was quickly accepted to work at the bar, and I enlisted to study biology and get basic self-defense training. I lived in the NSV Luna for 7 years. I ended up working in the medbay when I graduated. After studying that virology book I stole from that poor guy, and doing some good research, I was able to understand it and a sudden rush of guilt came to me to kick me in the nuts. It was a project about a super healing virus and I needed to make it real. -That is how you ended up working for Nanotrasen? And I can tell why I worked as a detective for them. I contacted them and was offered to work in a research facility. I accepted the… very weird contract and started working there since… February, I believe. -Good, good, I think this is almost all the information I was asked to get… Ah yes, one more thing. How exactly did you have your… transformation? Ah the Slime thing? Well, the Cyberiad is really fucked up, people there are like, mental and all that kind of shit. I remember having a friend there, called Phillips, guy was a cunt but a nice one, he was the first Slime I met and we used to talk a lot. One day when he was at Xenobio, he called me over for some kind of black slime experiment that would turn me into a slime. The thing is, it was going to be a temporary thing, but “temporary” ended up being forever after my DNA data was wiped from the system from that hack shit. It was weird at first but... I got used to it, but I'm too damn different from the native slimes... they are fucking weird. -That is all Steven, I will print this transcript and send it to Central Command to keep a record. Thanks for your time and well, I’ll see you at the station. click Qualifications: Master Degree on Medicine and pharmaceutical knowledge Security training and street fights Virology Employment Records: Bartender and Medical NSV Luna for 7 years Medbay and Security at NSS Cyberiad for 3 years Security Records: Major Crimes: 1 Murder 1) He stole a backpack from a unknown researcher and killed him in "self defense", there is no proof about him more than his own voice recorded when he explain what happened. Medical Records: He was turned into a Slime Person after a black slime experiment made by Steven Phillips, his human dna records where wiped so there was no turning back from that. Personnel Photo: Fan Art: I LOVE every single piece of art i get for my boy steven, if you made one and i missed it, let me know so i upload it here. Thank you so much. Other Notes: Anxious and a big nicotine adict Favorite Drink: White Russian - Doctor's Delight - Coffe latte (Anything with cream) Favorite Smokes: Premium Havana cigar

After playing with one for a few rounds, i found drask really fun, the problem is you need to do a lot of stupid work and even get science help if you want to use the racial of healing with cold internals. My idea is giving drask a unique internal tanks (Like vox and plasmamemes have) who can support chemicals inside, so you can inject the tank with Frost Oil or Cryostylane to cold the O2 inside so you can actually get those nice heals. Maybe we could add some cool mechanics when drask need to stay to certain low body temperature, so they actually need cold internals from time to time to survive, you can also eat ice from the bar or drink vendors to keep you cold. The only problem i found is the fact you could be cold enough to heal yourself with cryoxodane inside you, but maybe there's a code fix for that. I really enjoy drask but they need some good love to feel unique. Sorry for shitty grammar.

I would love to make a good thread about this and other species and end up with our own things instead of porting

I really like the reverse toxins thing and the jelly resource to regrow limbs and maybe have something to do with the defrib timer because slimes has no hearth. I totally think the immunity to viruses is bad and half the heat damage seems too much.

GET DAT FUKKEN DI- Oh

I like this idea. I also think vampires should not be able to drain dry people unless they gather enough blood to have some kind of "kill drain" power to gather more blood. Also I feel vampire clans would be really nice, like adding a change mid game for the vampire to choose some affinity to improve himself in what he needs, like in warhammer fantasy when you had to choose a clan from Strigoy, blood dragon, lhamia and that kind, one is better to fight melee, the other has more stealth and charm powers, Strigoy is like nosgeratu kind being grotesque creatures who are fast and tanky.

I agree, the fact there is no way to join the game is enough to at least be able to read the objectives, they can add some rule where you can't share the objectives unless it's hijack

I love the fact you can have those kind of talks in your house. Sometimes i feel we're a big family here in Paradise and that's something i love. Glad to share games with you Tetra, see you on station.

Well we speak Spanish here :^) See you on station Tetra, take my god damn virus.

Nerd (welcome)

Uh don't remember that one, I recall building an office in the little maint over the Hop line and selling chainsaws

So, yeah, hi all i've been playing ss13 since january because one friend tough it was a good idea to introduce me to the game, he was wrong. I'm mostly known in the server for my Medicals/Surgery/Viro/Smoking in the medbay works. I play almost every single day and i can have a shitty grammar or problems to explain myself a little sometimes because i'm from Argentina boludos, so english is not my native language. I tough it was a good idea to say hi in the forums and be here more often. *squish