enejaner

2 traitors... traitoring.

This is 8, joy to all that is... I'm not sure how to finish this statement.

For some reason that hurts more than any of the previous. Back to the beginning. One more day till the weekend though!

I still think our failure here is two depressing

Honestly seeing this get reset is a little 2 depressing.

I think I just lost 6 points of sanity.

I start with completely being sincere as I am not trying to be smart with you. Here is the Wiki link (https://nanotrasen.se/wiki/index.php/Changeling)as I am not sure if you were able to find it or not from your post. As for in game explinations, I believe a more experienced player would def. be better to explain that to ya.

In some cultures Four is the number of death.

9 that is all

The end is soon. Soooooooooooooooooooooooo4n!!!

The admins are beings of nothing but destruction and CHAOS!!!!1!

10001

Nine

Five bullets missing

During my first round with my feet under me I had a bit of a unique experience with bureaucracy. I started out my shift, as I did all my shifts in those first couple of rounds, in the bar. After trying and failing, miserably I might add, to strike up conversation with anyone, (I do believe they were busy actually participating in the functions of the station.) I began to notice something, something that disturbed me to the deepest level of my being. Filth! Blood and vomit soon pooled everywhere in the bar, not a janitor in sight, despite the barkeeper's pleas. I had found my calling, I knew what I had to do. Get a mop. After a quick little mentor help asking how to get a life job, I headed to the HoP's office. After a quick trip to the wiki and a short stint being lost I made it to my destination. I politely asked the HoP if there was any chance I could assist in janitorial work as to be frank the station was getting to be a tad of a mess. This was my first mistake I fear, as what I believe the HoP heard me say was. "I'd like to do something on the station but I'm not sure what? Please assign me to anything other than a Janitor." After having a long conversation on whether or not I'd like to work in several jobs in medical or science. (Which I am sure at this point I would have been grossly incompetent... in fact even now I think that would be the case.) We finally came to the understanding that I wanted a job as a sanitation technician. The HoP said I should go ahead and ask the Janitor if they needed any assistance as there were already two janitors on shift and neither were responding to hails on the headset. The hunt began as I searched far an- I found the Janitor's almost immediately, it wasn't hard, one was riding the sick Janitor-mobile the other was just sort of standing in the middle of botany for some unknown reason. I tried to speak with Miss Ride around about whether help was needed or not... No reply. After chasing the bozo around for about 10 minutes I got tired of it all and decided to go at speak with the HoP again and explain the situation going on, surely he would sympathize. I began returning to the HoP's office plead my case when I came across an odd Vulp. Soon I found myself garrote wired into the service tunnels and pulled all the way to some dark secluded part of maintenance and was quickly dispatched by a changling as I tried to plead for my life. And that was my first shift of note on Paradise Station. Whoop. Continued: (After killing me the changeling took my form and went to the HoP office to ask for a job change to security. Which was given to him, with barely any fuss. That is when I realized a cold calculating monster must have much more apparent charisma than I on a good day.)