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Some species sketches to try to get back into the groove after a week or so without drawing.

whoa there, keep politics out of general please

Spicy shift today, peeps. Round start I'm a syndie collaborator. In the middle of the round I spot the chaplain's corpse, having committed suicide. I take his clothes and his ID so I can dress up in the cool witch hunter garb when a Diona walks up to me and tells me to incinerate the body. I can immediately tell that this person is a syndie, so I play along since I like to have fun. I'm in the process of helping him destroy another body when he starts telling me that he's going to kill me... Alright. I call his bluff. He slips me and feeds me ketamine but luckily he's a diona so he can't abduct me at all, so I retaliate by slipping him and cuffing him before dragging him to security. First, he gets stripped in the hallway. Then they find a power glove. The security officer has no idea what to do so he's calling the HOS... who's too busy doing something else to check on the, you know, syndicate agent with a power glove who killed one person and tried to kill me. He passes by processing ONCE and says "hold on I'm doing something", because he's putting on a big court trial of demoting the warden instead of doing important shit. we sit there for probably 15 minutes until the officer says "fuck it" and permas him as an EOC.

NSS CYBERIAD RESEARCH AND DEVELOPMENT XENOSCIENCE DIVISION Ingrid Valera, Xenoscientist NSS-CYB-RND-XNS-00210 Captain, I've read over the data files and they don't seem to make sense. CC faxed us saying that they don't have any records of an experimental research base called the Schwarzchild, and even asked if I was making this shit up. Honestly, where did you find these? None of these positions and departments make sense, and nobody named here even exists in NT's employment records. And I don't mean in the usual, "we're-firing-you-but-actually-killing-you" way. I mean in the "these people don't actually fucking exist, and neither does the ship, or these filing codes" way. If anything the gateway exploration wasn't a total loss. We found some bluespace materials with readings I've never seen before. But this? Maybe it was a prank, or maybe the clown snuck in and left fake records everywhere to fuck with you. I don't know. As of this moment, it all looks like really shitty science fiction.

NXB SCHWARZCHILD DEPARTMENT OF METASCIENCE ANOMALOUS MATERIALS RESEARCH DIVISION Karl Friede, Research Overseer NXB-SCH-RND-MTS-00451 I. THE NATURE OF TIME Imagine a perfect world. Imagine you as a God. You, the infinite self, existing across more than one timeline on more than one reality. Except this isn't God, it's you. We've long known the existence of parallel worlds and timelines and our successful track record in away missions is proof of that. We exist in more than one point in more than one time. How many points, and for how long? Our calculations say: everywhere, forever. We found God, and God is us. Imagine disappearing the next time you blink. One moment you're here, reading this memo, and the next you just disappear. This doesn't mean a cessation of existence - we at NanoTrust discovered how to make people disappear without a trace years ago and harnessed it as a source of energy. No, imagine disappearing in your entirety - your past accomplishments, your future endeavors, your current self being scrubbed from all possibility. Imagine the infinite Yous blinking abruptly out of existence with no trace and no proof. Not even a bloody smear or a pile of ash or a memory half-remembered. When our ancestors first discovered the power of the atom centuries ago, they said "We are now all bitches". Well, they didn't bank on discovering what we found. Why trade in the destruction of a city? Buildings can be replaced. People can be replaced. In another time they still exist. Why be that sloppy? Gentlemen of the board, I present to you our latest discovery: acausal erasure. Temporal scrubbing. Or in layman's terms, fucking deleting someone out of reality. No, God can't help you, and I can prove it. If our paratemporal telemetry is correct, we aren't the first to discover this. This means that someone, somewhere, found God and killed it. We now live in the history god abandoned. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Glory to the Last-Born." NXB SCHWARZCHILD INTRADIMENSIONAL RESEARCH TIMELINE INTEGRITY INVESTIGATION DIVISION Emilia Zampano, Code Talker NXB-SCH-RND-IDR-02991 [SYS.ADMIN] START OF LOG [2.00.256] [SYS.ADMIN] RECONSTRUCTIVE OBSERVER LOG: PULSE AT 00' 00" 00^ DETECTED FREQUENCY CRYPTOGRAM SAVED PREVIOUS SCAN SIMILARITIES: NaN << PAST / CURRENT / FUTURE >> : There it is again : second time this week : been getting weird readings on the oscillobserver : infinite similarities : not possible : how is a hypothetical more real than the sample? : brought it up with Fred : dumbass thinks its a bug in the code : we have this thing hooked up to the wetware all day and night : it can't be a bug in the code : hypothetical infinitely similar to sample : current trend means that the more we observe, the realer it gets : how is that possible? : we can't be getting realer than we were two days ago : this needs further study : unless the past is somehow becoming less real : which is impossible, since the weapon hasn't been fired once [SYS.ADMIN] END OF LOG [0.00.256] NXB SCHWARZCHILD ARCHIVAL MAINTENANCE SERVICES OFFICE OF THE MEMORIZER LORD MEATFLESH, Memorizer NXB-SCH-LIB-MEM-42069 MARTIN C. has entered chatroom S3CUR3 TALK FOR ASSHOL3S Encryption key: TU5FTU9OSUMgVk9JRA== MEATFLESH: hey asshole MARTIN C.: have you been changing your shit again? Jesus, Navy. You can't keep breaking SOP just because you're the Memorizer. MEATFLESH: i have to have fun somehow MEATFLESH: keeping track of all these records is boring MEATFLESH: especially since Redact McAsspants is pretty much big brothering everything MEATFLESH: even your porn MEATFLESH: you sicko MARTIN C.: I'd rather you not degrade the station VI like that. She is not "Big Brothering" anyone. MEATFLESH: [DATA CORRUPTED] MEATFLESH: when I rememorize this document and see a blank entry MEATFLESH: you owe me 12 creds MARTIN C.: did you study that data core entry I sent you? MEATFLESH: yeah but idk why you needed me to lol MEATFLESH: there was nothing on it MEATFLESH: in fact the memory was in the negatives MEATFLESH: so I now have a few more bytes than if I just deleted it MARTIN C.: Nothing? As in... Nothing? MEATFLESH: yeah MARTIN C.: that's impossible. MEATFLESH: yeah MARTIN C.: but I remember reading it. MEATFLESH: maybe you've been staring into the shard for too long MEATFLESH: you probably have like.......................... MEATFLESH: space cancer MEATFLESH: [FILE: MARTIN_HAS_SPACE_CANCER.JPG] MARTIN C.: update me when anything develops. MEATFLESH: whatevs MEATFLESH: make sure to say hi to Karl for me chatroom S3CUR3 TALK FOR ASSHOLS closed. NXB SCHWARZCHILD WEAPON'S RESEARCH DIVISION METAMATERIALS FORGE Patton Strauss, Forgemaster NXB-SCH-WPN-MTM-00001 Shaping the past to protect the present. A new age in the protectorate. Stuff you can rely on. jesus this shit gets boring. why do we even need a slogan for a death machine??? Delete your enemies, asshole. Say goodbye forever. Never know what hit em. Time. Unyielding. Unbroken. An unmoving wall. Until now. Be the hammer, not the nail. NXB SCHWARZCHILD COMMAND PLATFORM CAPTAIN'S OFFICE Roger Rogerson, Captain NXB-SCH-WPN-MTM-00001

You can provide karma feedback by dividing karma into categories, such as general karma (for points accrued previously), robustness, quality of RP, competency, or humour. Something like league of legends' honor system except visible only to you. You could anonymously grant someone karma, and an extra step is added where you can pick from a pre-set list of categories. Think captain's medals.

You've got a nice grasp of rendering techniques so I guess basic anatomy and proportions would be a good starting point. You've got metal and armor shading down pat.

First, console! PS4? XBOne? Upcoming PC release? I'm a PS4 guardian myself. Just hit 278 light power a few hours ago.

When security officers release a prisoner and clear their record entirely instead of setting them to released or paroled.

The problem with having a nonstandard race height is that someone is going to need to re-sprite every single piece of external wear in the game to fit the new species' bodies. Considering we don't have complete ports of suits for most other nonhuman races, this is probably the biggest barrier. Besides, Vox are canonically like 3 feet tall so their in-game sprite is just a representation for convenience.

Name: Pantalone Du Rigaletto Age: "rather not specify" [Clearance: Medical] 46 Gender: Male Race: Vulpkanin Blood Type: B- General Occupational Role(s): Clown, Assistant, Sad Clown Biography: aside from extensive records that catalogue every major event in Pantalone's life from the moment of his birth to the present day, not much is known about the somber entertainer. From the moment he emerged crying from the womb of his clown mother young Pantalone was destined for the stage - that is, until a freak accident involving a clown car, two knife jugglers, and an ill-fated trip to a cream pie factory led to several casualties, leaving the poor child traumatized and unable to jape for most of his formative years. A native of the clown planet, Pantalone's devotion to the Honkmother was unquestioned. his stunted growth as a clown child plagued his clown adult years, his grasp on comedy as weak as his grasp on anything, had his hands been replaced with prosthetic hands made of rubber chickens. He had the comedic timing of a stopped clock and the wit of a bowl of sliced fruit, his pranks as limp as his clown wig's stupid floppy hair. His continued existence as a clown was only permitted because the higher echelons of clown society found his situation comedic. The honkmother, ever fickle, cursed his clownly visage to be forever visible under whatever mask he wore - devoid of even the joys of red hair and white makeup, any mask Pantalone wears is rendered invisible. A scarlet letter of his failure as a clown, drawn in crayon. [Clearance: Clown] Pantalone's very employment on the cyberiad is considered an insulting gesture among the most erudite of harlequins and jesters. A symbol of the unchecked greed running rampant through NanoTrasen, obfuscated under a veneer of barely competent leadership. Pantalone is trapped in limbo, a victim of circumstance led along by higher beings who enjoy watching him stumble along and fail at even the simplest of japes and pranks. In the end, the only differentiating factor between a comedy and a tragedy is a change of perspective. Qualifications: graduate of the clown academy of japery with a Phloppy Deploma in Sad Clownery And You Suck, Pantalone, And This Document Is Official So You Will Have To Present It To Everyone You Will Ever Be Employed By, Ha Ha Ha. Employment Records: freelance clownery and japery, it it can be called that. Security Records: Classified an EoC (Eheheheh, oh Clown!) as well as a really bad clown but we can't arrest him for that unless we get a fax from the clown high council of fools. Medical Records: a healthy comedy gland, for some reason. Personnel Photo (Appearance text): You see Pantalone, a Vulpkanin! He is wearing clothes befitting a clown, though he is not wearing a clown mask or wig. His face looks oddly funny, though, even if he looks almost constantly tired. Any attempt at looking whimsical fails, his air of clownishness diminished by how stiff his movements are. His clothes are disheveled, his clown shoes lack shine, and overall he looks less like a clown and more like... a clown, but in a derogatory way, but not in like, a racist way. Commendations [only to be added by admin]: Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: Other Notes: pantalone's invisible mask is a reference to a bug with "the madman" clown mask on Vulpkanin that render their heads the "template" entity as a placeholder. I sincerely hope this never gets fixed.

The Space Wizard Federation's finest. "The Space Wizard federation says "aloha". That's "see ya" in french, assholes."

If you're interested in a commission, reach me via PM. I'll only accept payments through paypal. Some other notes: I retain the rights to the image Commercial use is prohibited feel free to post it wherever, but please remember to mention me as the artist!

heya! Thought it would be a good idea to post commission details in a separate thread as to not clog up my main art thread. Sketch - $10-15 depending on complexity. Full Body Black and White - $25 Full Black and White Illustration - $50 (can include one color as a splash or an overlay)

I wanted to test something but it turns out that the image formatting is way too weird to properly do this thing. Oh well.

Visions of the Geometer

trying to sketch down a nuclear operative. .

thanks :D

"VYSHA NERADA YEKHEZET U'RUU!!"

remember, crew! Changelings might look like your friends, family, and coworkers, but remember - they're the ENEMY! Report all suspicious activity to your local security officer.

it's not wasted space, per se; by having gaps there it's much harder for someone to breach the more remote areas of the medbay through maintenance. In the blood room's case, the room in the original map can be seen at a glance by doctors making patrols. If the room was lengthened like that, then it's possible for an antagonist to breach the reinforced wall and enter or escape medbay, or gain access to the operating room via the blood room. I also have no problem with the empty gap near virology because having a quarantine room so close to the place with sometimes deadly viruses sounds like an extreme health hazard.

thank you streaks :> Hahaha! Excellent!

I don't know if it's in the codebase, but I remember another server having a feature where punching someone in the mouth had a higher chance of knocking them down than punching them in the head.

People who tide on code red. they honestly deserve to get shot.

~15 minute sketch of a Changeling. The human disguise is failing.