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This is the song that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends...

Can think of at least 3 people who would kick your ass for that.

I remember seeing that bar, I really liked the setup.

Reeeeeeofftopic. Create a new topic where people can once again open the Pandoras Box of how to properly regulate head roles. Post funny and awful security stories here. Please and thank you ?

ThREEEEEEEEEEEEE

I remember that round. Didn't know I was your target. That makes it all the better. I assumed you were an EOC but I like to reward people who behave good. If you were kicking and screaming you probably woulda found perma. I legitimately had a sec officer from that round contact me on Discord after and say "YOU LET AN EOC WITH AN EMAG GET AWAY, HOW COULD YOU!?" New round began. World kept turning. Would have it been more interesting for me to just throw you in perma all shift? As for your 2nd story, 2 things to address: 1. Sec needed to be ahelped for breaking the law and failing to do anything about it. 2. The chaplain needed to be ahelped for force feeding you holy water despite zero evidence you are cult. I've gotten bwoinked for doing the "Feed everyone in processing holy water" routine. You need evidence. If you remember names and the time of the round I'd file a player complaint. Need crap like that cleaned up. Too many new players who haven't been educated well enough to know how to play fairly and properly. Need to be held accountable and learn.

After that round was over I remember someone saying "Wow Kennard got demoted?" on Discord. I didn't realize he got demoted for doing his job well.

PHRASING! aaand digging the hole deeper with the attempted correction

Think we all could use a lesson in borer anatomy.

I agree with @Vargh CLEARLY @Spacemanspark just want to valid hunt slings as a pAI Plus it prolly helps with catching "Poke E Mans"

I was gonna even add that in there. I'm assuming ghosts had fun with that one. From my perspective they were dragging a cuffed officer, I saw another officer go down, and I saw lasers. I thought they were dangerous n got confused. Apparently they just stunned a few people and cuffed the officer, then proceeded to disarm spam. The lasers were from the magistrates laser tag gun XD Not innocent, but not worthy of being lethaled. In my defense I agreed I went overboard and asked for perma for murder but the magistrate deemed it to be a "suicide by cop". I waited for a bwoink, waited for perma, got acting captain instead. The dude I killed admitted after that they were kinda asking for it after the fact.

Got promoted to acting captain as the HOS for the first time ever. The decor in my quarters was...unique...fitting?

What's this now? I'm intrigued.

This might be only the eleventh time this post reached 11.

@CPTCoffee the spooking was fun! Scuttles talked to me on Discord after and I told him I wish you guys kept it up. I woulda eventually went to the psych lol A very timely round for such spooking. Was apparently a wise decision to stay at the DJ station. Assuming the angry eyes reaction to your post is one of the cultists who managed to raise hell yet couldn't enjoy it cuz muh greentext.

Only 2 more hours of work for me.

Context here. We discovered an extended+ cult with like 5 min left. Captain wasn't too worried about it. Shuttle is on its way. Shortly thereafter, someone shouts "BRIDGE!" reports of many constructs, shuttle delayed due to culty stuff, god summoned, mostly everyone died. Waaaaaaay too late.

Important discussions regarding game mechanics on Discord. Getting to the bottom of it indeed. Ba-dum tsss

It comes with the price of antags wordlessly killing me every once in a while, but I always try to talk to people. Only time I don't is if they are a known dangerous criminal. Glad to hear other sec doing it too.

More shenanigans with twins. This time a result of an on point CMO scanning my genetic data to replace 2 limbs I lost in an explosion, then using the remains of my genetic clone to transplant a brain someone found. First encounter... This IS a conversation between two people, not me talking to myself. The brain apparently it belonged to the Blueshield, Argyro. Oddly enough my first time meeting this character whom people have referred to as my twin, who was in fact my twin this round. Made me feel bad about the "Look prettier too" comment lol

I think it's a matter of, there are certain players who have less RL responsibilities, who can play 8-13 rounds a day, who always have antag on, who APPEAR to roll antag more than others because of that. I always have antags on but only play 1-3 rounds a day so I only get antag every few days. I'll admit it'd be nice if they used thier frequent antagging to be risky and experiment with something new rather than do the same safe routine over and over again...but if thats what entertains them...different strokes for different folks I suppose. Particularly the hiding in the engineering pod routine. It's so anti climactic. The round is about to end and a new one begin. If you are wanted for being a dangerous criminal, go have one final battle with security for better or for worse. Give the people (many of which you killed) what they want.

There are certain individuals who accuse our server of just being another LRP server. This is where you can prove them wrong. Share a story of a time you or someone else broke off from the normal routine, slowed down a bit, and allowed something interesting to happen. Maybe your story will inspire someone else to try something different as well. I'll start with a story of my own. I begin my shift in the janitors closet. I hunger for blood. I am a vampire. I realize I must make some effort to conceal my presence. I gather my janitorial supplies. Pack up my cart. I still need more to aid my hunt. I make some cable cuffs and grab a roll of duct tape. I begin stalking maintenance. I come across a man near the turbine. We have a short conversation, then he walks over to me and attempts to glare me. I laugh and inform him I'm the same as him, glaring him as well. We wish each other luck and part ways. I scour all of maintenance with no luck. I'm absolutely starving. Perhaps a mouse will hold me over. I devour the defenseless creature. It doesn't quell my hunger in the least. I continue my hunt. As I approach the old kitchen in medical maint for the second time, I see a light approach from around the corner. It's a security officer. We greet each other. She is cautious about my presence. I see another mouse and take it as an opportunity to distract her. I hiss "Chakax lookss for tasty micess" Her look changes from puzzled to worried as I devour it. "Disgusting!" she says as she tries to turn her attention away from the grotesque act she just witnesses by focusing her attention on the old restaurant. I say "Yousss knowss..." She looks at me with yet another puzzled look. "Youss kinda of lookss tasties too" I glare her and she collapses to the ground. I first put duct tape over her mouth before she has a chance to scream for help. After, I attempt to put cuffs on her but she recovers too quickly. She quickly pulls out her stun baton and knocks me down. She begins to cuff me, but I glare her again before she finishes. I now have her stun baton, she wields her taser. We scuffle, stunning each other, even both managing to slip on the soap that fell out of my belt. I finally manage to overcome her. I pull her deeper into the kitchen. Finally I can feed! As I sink my teeth in she stands up and runs to the other side of the counter. What went wrong? As she rips the duct tape off her mouth I see the cable cuffs on the ground by her feet. In my haste I never finished putting them on her! She manages to stammer "HELP!" on comms before I stun her and duct tape her one more time. This time I make sure the cuffs are secure. I turn her sensors off and drag her deeper into maintenance. This poor girl is terrified. I have no plans to kill her, I just NEED to feed. I apologize to her and sink my teeth into her neck. As I get the first delicious rush of blood I hear the click clack or approaching jackboots. Her single sheik for help did the trick. I barely get to drink before I am overwhelmed by 3 other officers. I am detained. They accuse me of attempted murder. I tell them I had no intention of killing her, they I just needed a taste, but they've no reason to beleive me. I struggle, glaring them frequently on the way to the brig. I think I'm done for. One if the officers has had enough and says I'll be easier to handle if I'm unconscious. They begin to bash my skull in to the point where it almost kills me. Another officer says "Enough!" and they ease off before I expire. My head is throbbing, my skull is broken, I'm nearly blind. I inform them of my ailments but they care not. I'm just a horrible monster to them. They deliver me to the warden who begins to prep me for perma. I've stopped struggling at this point realizing it's not helping me. The officer who beat my skull in is saying I need to be killed, saying the law no longer applies to me because I'm not crew. The warden informs him otherwise and shoos him away. I feel faint due to blood loss. A medical borg shows up and attempts to fix me in my cell. No luck. He and the warden bring me to medbay for proper treatment. The medical borgs surgery module is malfunctioning, the warden attempts to assist with the surgery but is only a man of the law so cannot perform such complex procedures. They medicate me as best they can and send me back to perma. I'm still in really bad shape. The borg promises me further treatment that never comes. I can barely walk. I keep passing out. I attempt to call for help but they forgot to give me a headset! I attempt to summon the AI several times with no response. I am dying. In a last desperate attempt I reach out for help via newscaster. The darkness closes in. I take my last breath. Could this be the end? A FLASH OF LIGHT. I BREATHE AGAIN! "GRAHHH!!! CHAKAX LIVES!!!" The brig doctor greets and cuffs me. I'm confused and he informs me of my demise as he escorts me back to the warden. As they put me in perma I ask if I can make a special request due to my behavior. I want certain tools so I can remodel perma. They say I'm a good man and trust me, but I'm about to get a roommate who is far more dangerous, so they must decline. I nod and he carrys on. I decide I need to try to escape. I break all the lights. Make a hole in the basketball court. I'm not sure if I'll survive, but must try. As I wait for the pressure to stabilize, there is a meteor shower. BOOM!! Direct hit. A meteor destroys the floor directly below me. I am in agony as I'm exposed to the sun and my skin lights fire. Endless pain followed by a familiar darkness. Surely this is the end... ANOTHER BLINDING FLASH! I stumble from the cloner once more. But this time I am alone. How could this be possible? The computer must have duplicated my genetic data the last time I was cloned. I slip through the open door and run out through the lobby. Will anyone recognize me? Panicked and confused I run towards engineering. Along the way I pass a group of security officers dispatching an aggressive vampire in the halls. I manage to slip by unnoticed and reach the engineering hallway. A man limps towards me and stammer "H-help..." I have a dilemma. This man needs help, but would be such an easy victim. What to do. I shake off my hunger and decide to help him. I drag the man to Medbay, and on the way back pass the officers and now dead vampire. The officer who was my original victim notices me and pursues me into Medbay. Thier lasers burn my skin and I drop the engineer. As I writhe in pain I beg for mercy, trying to explain the cloning accident. They lower thier weapon and cuff me. As they attempt to make sense of the situation the chaplain, who also pursued, grabs me and starts dragging me towards the chapel. "We need to burn him!" I argue but its no use. I am terrified. All I can do now is pray. Seconds before the chaplain shoves me in the incinerator, he falls still. It's as if the gods themselves were speaking to him (kek). After a moment he gives me back to the officer. She is still confused about what to do with me and is attempting to get clarification from her superiors over comms. I appreciate her efforts but inform her that my skin is started to feel hot as I nervously glance around the chapel. Too late. I burst into flames. She drags me off in a panic screaming about the situation into her headset as the darkness takes me once again. My soul hangs over my lifeless body as I watch security debate about what to do with me next. One officer is delighted at the sight of my corpse, commenting that he loves cooked lizard. They shun me for feeding on them but joke about feeding on me? Disgusting. Who's the real monster here? A decision is made and my corpse is brought to Medbay. Yet again, the darkness is ended by a familiar flash of light. This time the former warden, now acting HOS greets me. "Here we go again" he says and we chuckle about my misfortunes. He escorts me back to the brig uncuffed. As my mind settles I again begin to hunger... He hands me to the new warden and tells them to put me in isolation. Perma is too damaged from the meteors. He grabs me and brings me into the prisoner lockers to dress me. This could be my last chance to feed... I apologize to him just before I glare him and sink my teeth into his neck. The sweet taste of blood yet again. He screams for help as he recovers from my gaze. As soon as he regains his footing I back off and put my hands up. Inform him that I just needed a taste to hold me over. Other officers have arrived to aid him. Disgruntled, he rubs the wound on his neck and cuffs me, seeking to blame whoever failed to cuff me in the first place. An outdated security borg beats me a few times, saying I need should be killed. I laugh and cough up blood as I inform them they need to update thier Space Law databanks. They beat me a bit more until they are reprimanded by the warden. I'm now in isolation. My original victim waits outside my cell and chats with me. I again apologize and they tell me that they now beleive I never planned to kill them. Her name is Natalya. I tell her that I'm going to write her a poem as a gift. As I put the final touches on my poem I hear that the shuttle has been called. Natalya and the HOS are outside my cell. The HOS informs me I'm being paroled. Could this be true? Orders straight from central command. Glorious! I give Natalya the poem and we walk to the shuttle together. As we walk I pause and say "Chakax nots wants to eats yoos, buts insteads..." and I give her a hug. To my surprise, she whispers to me that she also has a gift for me as well. A blood pack she stole from brigbay. I am delighted. We sit on the shuttle in the passenger section. I am free. As we reminisce about the shift, a mischievous vox steals her taser from her hand. The vox then points it at me and pulls the trigger. I am overcome with rage. I roar "CHAKAX WILLS EATS FILTHY BIRDS!" I lunge out of my seat and sink my fangs into his neck. It tastes foul but I do not care. They manage to push me off after a short while there is a scuffle and the vox is detained. I scream I'm going to kill him but Natalya gets me to focus on her and calms me. As I find comfort in her eyes, she collapses to the floor. I help her up as I turn away my head away. I apologize for the curse of my species when I gaze into someone's eyes for too long. She understands. We chuckle and chat a bit more. And that's where this story ends. All that due to me getting caught early, going with the flow, and thankfully dealing with a security crew who was willing to play along. And an admin who was able to stop the chaplain at the very last second before I was removed for good. I know its not always like this. Some rounds I'll get illegally executed and completly removed from the round or left in perma to rot. I've had literally dozens of rounds where I attempted to start a conversation with a potential antagonist only to have my round wordlessly and swiftly ended. I don't let it break my resolve. It's still worth it for the rounds that turn out like this one did. Those rounds are the reason I continue to play.

Was a vampire who spent most of the round in perma cuz I was caught early so I wrote a poem for my arresting officer. I made the round fun by chatting alot and not being a piece of shit, security wasn't a piece of shit in return. Even got paroled at the end. Original from Doki Doki: SPOILER ALERT

Surgery still takes far longer as an organic. Busy round, waiting anywhere from 5-15 min for a surgery room to open, hooked to an IV, most you can do is slowly limp around cuz you are in so much pain. Surgeries on multiple sections of the body for broken bones, IB,and damaged organs. Debating whether it's a better option to just remove the IV, die, and wait for the cloning line. Ghetto surgery? Less people know that than IPC surgery, and it requires uncommon tools (knife, hatchet, unless you wanna risk the 75% fail chance of using glass instead of a knife) and has a greater failure chance on a non surgery table than even IPC surgery has. Really curious how many IPCs would truly be happy with a 10-15 sec stun time. I know most who hate it would say "Anything is better than what we currently have" but if that was actually implemented, I'm pretty sure the majority of IPCs who hate EMP still would. I do like the idea of them being able to pop thier own limbs back on. I Imagine from an IC perspective, removing and popping a limb back on would be as familiar to an IPC as going to the bathroom is for an organic.

Worth the wait. Excited for more.