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The Evil Gay Sounds like a corny B-movie to me

Different sprites for other shadowling species would be neat. Gonna be fun slugging the voxpox s-ling as the warden.

All of these, are bloody awesome. Ehhhh, one of them quite literally.

Ohhhhhh! Fancy stooooone!

I wonder what he`s mad about. Did the seccies drag in the clown for slipping (again)? Did they all run off to maints when they heard "Shadowling"? Or did that one clueless antag outrobust the overequipped captain again and stole the NAD?

But how does it rain in spess? A pipe must've popped- But seriously, this is beautiful

Quite romantic.... i.... Guess? Also NO ERP

∆ If I like the above art, is it because I enjoy the art style? The little story? Or the child's suffering? The skreks may never know.

All of this Fucking Amen Every Fucking Sling round is exactly like that No warning, everyone freely thralls themselves. Ive played as Captain and i kid you not, the HOS, HOP and RD gladly ran off the moment slings had been sighted. Actually making thralls, well, thralls, expendable and very likely to be killed by the ling would help alot regarding people willingly getting thralled

AND RISK GETTING STUNG BY RSIK THE CHANGELING? NO WAY PENDEJO-

First picture without mice anywhere. Cocks shotgun Aight Changeling, your game is up!

That is, indeed a trap. And i`m afraid half the station personnel fell for it.

Don`t do it Reach, retirement is just five years away Do NOT touch the goddamm Skrell Reach ..... A bugger touch

Careful, that little space walk can quickly become a very long one.

Considering how messed up Reach on the inside (Cybernetic lungs AND heart), it`s safe to say he`s never been through a cloner. Not that he has been far from ending up in one. But yeah, the shock of realizing you actually died and noone could save you. .... I think that`s why medical SOP states that the cloner is simply to be referred as a fancy cryotube. Goddamm skrells and their stupid tentacle things getting in the way of the vi- You heard nothing

Aye, if you need them dead, i think i can rig a flare to a slug, those damm things hates flares. I hate them too. ... Sorry, what was it again? A Umbroc? Brek? SKrek? But seriously, this, this is nice

But what did i ever do?

Name: Navera Reach Age: 47 standard sol years Gender: Male Race: Human Blood Type: B- General Occupational Role(s): Warden, Coroner and Paramedic Biography Hailing from Terra in the Sol system (Earth, you dummy), Reach`s family belonged to a long line of SolGov servicemen and women. Not looking to deviate from that, Reach joined the SolGov forces when he became 18 years, serving there for nine years, learning all the basics he needed to survive throughout his career. At twenty-seven, Reach was offered a new job abroad the NDV Brutus, serving abroad as a part of the security personnel, and later on, as a part of the onboard MP personnel. During his twenty year long career, Reach picked up a smoking habit, causing widespread cancer in his lungs and heart that required for them to be replaced with new, expensive cybernetic ones. For his loyal service, NanoTrasen paid for them, on the condition he moved to the NSS Cyberiad and took up the job of watching the armory and prison cells, something he has dutifully done ever since. Qualifications Ballistic weaponry Intermediate Space law First Aid Riot Control Basic forensics Employment Records: Long-term security personnel, recently moved to the NSS Cyberiad to reinforce the already excellent security force stationed there. Aging, but not inactive. Security Records: Trained in ballistic weaponry, both lethal and non-lethal, but a severe lack of energy weapons knowledge, seeing them as unneccesary. Knows a fair share of tricks to get out of sticky situations, great care should be taken if trying to apprehend him. Medical Records: Cybernetic lungs and heart due to a severe smoking habit, as well as a cybernetic left hand, the original one having been lost to a firing range mishap. Personnel Photo (Appearance text): A somewhat rough looking fellow with an ever so stiff moustache, seemingly in his late forties. His face is somewhat obscured by his moustache and his tendency to wear a cap hides his eyes as well. Commendations [only to be added by admin]: Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: Other Notes: Regardless of gender and species, refers to people as "Mate" "Lad" or "Buddy" His robotic hand occasionally lashes out on its own. Favorite weapon is shotguns. Constantly tries experimenting in the brig to improve said shotguns. Hates the Syndicate but has a pity on their agents.

Sees new artwork - Reputation with Robotics - Reputation with Security + Reputation with the Clown + Reputation with Greytiders

I read it all and nodded along the way! Now, only one thing I have to say If it ever gets added, I hope science can make drilling slugs-

Not everyone loves ya! Some of us are honest, professional security employees! .... That get stuck against the windows Purely to get a better view and make sure no syndies come by and ruin that pr- the station. Goddammit, twenty years abroad a warship did not prepare me for the challenges of the skrell people

I arrived at the station as a mere assistant, quickly getting bored of being that. One quick A-help later and i was allowed to steal non-antag items. Quickly rushing around, grabbing basic gear, i started checking wires, quickly finding the right one. Now to my checklist of items i wanted. Wardens Jumpskirt A cargonian PDA chip Captains bedsheet Chaplains Bible A fukken multitool Now, the very first thing i got my greytidey hands on, was the bible, the "Church of Fortnite", it looked ugly and praised some weird purple guys nethers, but the Chaplain was far too easy to snatch it from either way. The multitool was EZ PZ, asked a cargonian IPC for it, also asked for their PDA, got smacked by said IPC. Tried my hand at getting the bedsheet, hacking my way through the teleporter and into the office, only to find the blueshield waiting, smiling widely as they believe they`ve caught the syndicate agent roaming the station. Tazed and cuffed, i get dragged to the brig. They find my note in my duffelbag, listing the items im trying to get. The blueshield turns into a redshield and leaves. Get a five minute sentence (Actually it was ten, but when noone was looking, the warden not only let me out early, but handed me the jumpskirt as well, nice guy) Headed to cargo, asked for the chip, same IPC smacked me. Hack my way in, still no gloves on, how am i not dead. Get into QMs office, grab PDA chip on table. The shuttle has arrived at this point, i`m not planning to get on it, but it`s still a countdown. Frantically tries to get into the captains office again, get smacked by the HOS and thrown out. Try the teleroom route again, AI notices and bolts. Time runs out. Four out of five items gotten, not bad for a first time, even if the items were rather petty. Show my items to a more friendly IPC at the end of round. They congratulate me, then shows me their E-mag and whatnot. "Nice!" Im terribly sorry with how the text is set and how short each line is, but i just wanted to tell this nice little tale from my last shift.

Bubbles is an absolute madman I think i`ve handled them a few times as the warden Been hilarious every time

ART! LEWDNESS! AND CL- wait, no clowns