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Guh, especially when fighting a blob. REEEEEEEEEEE!! CHECK YOUR INTENTS!! The worst offenders are the ones that'll resort to pushing others over rather than fixing their shit. They make the case for Space Eugenics.

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THIS BURGER SHALL PIERCE THE HEAVENS!

And another, damn she's good!

Voxxy lady Rawkehkkriki, professional cable weaver.

My best angle! :v

Likes having their tail gently stroked. *chuckle*

See ya there! :>

As an Atmos tech, I struggle most shifts to set up a fire suppression system (using cold CO2) in the small maint rooms between sci-chem and toxins mixing. I find it to be an effective deterrent to plasma fires as long as either the AI or myself is manning it. A few additional pipes would go far into making it an effective starting set-up. Still trying to find out if there's a way to automate it, I'm trying playing with the air alarm settings to see if there's some way to make the pumps turn on automatically over a certain temp threshold, but I'm having no luck. Throw in greyshirts with a flair for opening random canisters and you have one angry Atmosan. >: The attached image is my typical set-up. The light blue are the tanks on connectors, the red lines the pipes, the green marks are air injectors. I'd generally throw plasma glass windows with girders in them in the walls for easier monitoring. After setting it up I'd ask the AI to check the functionality of the pumps so they know what's up.

Dark, sanguine and artful. A delightful read!

Seconded. All access RFID chip too with a max sensor implant tied to the CMO's PDA.

Welcome to "The Toolbox" Cyberiad's first premier all-male strip club!

*Death by Glamour intensifies*

Dat purple fox plushie went with me to space before finding it's true home. I see four others I raided the claw machine for... how does one feed more credits anyway? I must FLOOF!

Four spaced greyshirts from a single-tile breach in the escape shuttle dock.

Posted elsewhere in another thread, but still relevant. R.I.P. Everything.

Eight Super Matter Shards, rather than my single BSA crate. :c *Joe Major has been vaporized!*

I like this, advanced (strong) A.I. would need to be (grown, developed?) in this way over time as opposed to simply copy-pasted or downloaded like a normal program. Well written!

Thanks a lot, mate! That's pretty nuts. I suppose NT would want to study and weaponize it. Cheers. :)

No shit? :V Keeping me together in my early SS13 days must've paid overtime in Medbay. Thanks for your efforts! Yeah, that was a messy breakup, one I regret now but don't think will ever be rescinded, I got pretty dramatic.

I played for a short time on Yogstation maybe a year and a half ago, got frustrated and blew up on an admin. Found this community shortly after and really like it. Lurked the forums for some time.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Draco_(lawgiver) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solon Guaranteed if you go with classical legislators or statesmen, you can't miss. Feeling antaggy? https://m.thevintagenews.com/2015/12/24/10-of-the-most-dangerous-lawmen-of-the-old-west/

A few days before this posting, there was an uh-oh... It was a standard shift, I was a mechanic in the sci-maints looking for some materials to salvage because Mining was either brain-dead or literally dead. (nobody grabs an SBR, really now...) I was feeling creative that shift and was looking around for bits and bobs on a code Blue when I encounter a shady individual doing something destructive to an interior bulkhead. I gave a shout and took up pursuit to discourage such vandalizing of my beautiful station. They ran to the area leading into the ante-room near Toxins Research, and I am almost on the miscreant when he opens the airlock to Hell. A sudden, harder-than-plasteel-hard blast hit us both, my quarry's fate remained unknown as I am thrown backwards hundreds of feet and straight through the reinforced double-pane windows facing the toxins bomb test range. The heat sears me as I impact the port-side wall of the bomb range; a shower of glass peppers my vitals, their relative velocity increased by my rebound. This dramatic scene is recreated scores of times all around the station. A dozen crew members fly screaming into the Void. In a single cataclysmic, eerily quiet shock, death came swiftly to nearly everyone, biological or synthetic. Everything has a melting point. See Attached. I was told this was the effect of a freak experiment result in Science creating an Atmos error. I'm not a physicist, I can't even claim to be good at math. But as far I can surmise through some research and and thought, this can safely be called a bad time on Cosmic scales. My thanks and most credit to the one that got this screenshot while I gaped in silent shock. I'd love to see this analyzed by someone more knowledgeable in Astrophysics than me. "You're all fi-" ~Nanotresen Board of Trustees

Hello! Joe Major here, I've been playing for a while now. Happy to meet ya! You'll generally find me in the Engineering Department putting up Lusty Xeno posters and teaching Atmos. Lately I've turned off my antagonist roles, so for the foreseeable future you can (mostly) expect me to be a friendly. (ICK OCK?) Though that may change in the future. I prefer to main my one character and generally roleplay as helpful, friendly, and a bit of a stickler for rank and protocol, but willing to bend the rules just a bit in cases of good RP. I karma often and with brevity. Still learning some of the particulars but I'm fairly knowledgeable about some of the basics and am always willing to help a newbie. My character is an outlandish pervert with a penchant for flirtation. You'll find out. A sturdy creature fond of drink and industry. See you around the station! *distant boom* Excuse me...