IamnotDave

Maybe it's just that I dislike the karma-fication of every new job.

So... recently I've been playing a little game from /tg/ called Chapter Master. Basically, you're a Chapter Master of a Space Marine chapter, protecting (or destroying) the sector you're in. Fight alongside the Imperium, join the Orks, Tau, become a Traitor Chapter, or even the Inquisition's personal fighters. Lead your Chapter to glory (or, more likely, death). Now, after playing for about 3 hours, I thought I only played one hour... make of that what you will, I'm sure at least some of you will enjoy it. Link: http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Chapter_Master_(game)

Erm... You know security can get access from the HoP, right? That's essentially what you're describing, no need to make a karma job. But I would like security posts in each department beyond medical.

There's something I've been thinking about... Is it just me, or are claws a bit too powerful? From what I was told through an ahelp, they deal 15 damage a hit, that's three times more than a punch and as much as a fire extinguisher, it's kinda strong, especially with races like Tajaran or Unathi, who have very few downsides.

I fully support a catbeast Exterminatus.

As a clown, I'd rather he make the secret lube and hid it. Also drugs, lots of drugs. And napalm.

In the grim darkness of the far future there is only... blah, blah, blah... Anyway, Warhammer 40,000. This is a place to discuss 40k related things, codexes, lore, games and other stuff. But there is something else, I'd like to get into PLAYING 40k (or at least doing stuff with models). I am already familiar with the basics of the lore and some Space Marine chapters, does anyone have advice on getting into it?

Name: David Anderson Age: 29 Gender: Male Race: Human Blood Type: O+ General Occupational Role(s): Head of Security, Security Officer, Geneticist, Bodyguard, Scavenger Biography: David grew up in a lower middle class area of Mars with his parents and two younger siblings, at the age of 17, he left to study Biological Systems and Biochemistry at the Research Institute of Mars, and after obtaining a masters degree, proceeded to work there are a researcher for a year before leaving to see what opportunities the rest of the galaxy had to offer. After applying for a position as a security guard for BioTech Solutions, being trained as a security officer, and staying in the company for two years, he left after he was offered a position in Cybersun Industries as a Riot Officer, but quickly left after training after the company started introducing mandatory loyalty implantation and other... unethical policies. He then proceeded to apply for a low level bodyguard position in the Sirius Federation, where he was very successful and stayed in the Federation's protection program for several years, then left after his protection target died of a heart attack. Later he turned to contract working as a source of income, where he learned basic surgery, and also where he ended up committing several crimes, including assault and grand theft. Eventually he decided to join Nanotrasen, where he is now working today, attempting to apply for the Blueshield Corps. Qualifications: - Degree in Biochemistry - Masters Degree in Synthetic Biology - Standard Security Officer Training (5 months) - First Aid and Anatomy Training - Riot Control Training (3 months) - Explosives Handling Training Employment Records: - Bartender - Synthetic Biologist for the Research Institute of Mars - Bodyguard for the Sirius Federation - BioTech Solutions Security Guard - Cybersun Industries Riot Officer - Various mercenary contracts Security Records: - Attempted Assault - Served 2 Months in Prison - Tends to get into fights CLASS 3 SECURITY CLEARANCE OR ABOVE ONLY - Grand Theft - Charge cleared - Terrorist Affiliation - Terrorism Medical Records: - Nicotine Addiction (Recovering) - Prosthetic left hand (Explosives incident) -To be cloned -If cloning is impossible, wishes to have brain transferred into a cyborg (preferably with no/modified laws). Personnel Photo (Appearance text): You see a man, standing at 6' 5", built rather muscularly with short, messy, graying black hair, grey, almost blue eyes and a goatee. You see he has a small scar just to the side of his right eye. Commendations: None noted Reprimands: None noted Other Notes: -Demonstrates remarkable pain resistance -Has a tendency to get into fights with other crew, particularly while drunk -Basic programming and robotics knowledge -Reacts poorly to speciesist insults and attacks on his intellect

Really? Aw... It's kinda your only defense against would-be fun enders...

So, David Anderson was the Head of Security this shift. It began pretty normally, assigned people, got geared up. However, we received reports from the AI about xenomorphs, "Ah fuck," I thought, "HoS in a xeno round, great!", but there was only a single xeno, and, to my surprise, he had a pAI! I attempted to converse with the alien, it could not understand me, but their pAI (N.O.T.N.Y.M.P.H), could. We spoke, the pAI translated, and I found out their reason for being here, they had taken a wrong turn on the way to their hive. I then received reports of another xeno coming in, they were friendly too! I asked them if they wanted to join our "hive" for now, but they declined. We then decided to form a meeting of the heads to discuss the xenos. Me, the captain, the HoP (Faizan) and the CE, along with the xenos met in the meeting room, the CE had to leave because of radiation and large chunks of damage, but we managed to settle on letting the xenos stay in the embassies until we reached their hive in our orbital cycle. I then showed them to the embassies again where they chose to settle in the Vox and Slime Person embassies. I was then called to the brig to question a know syndicate agent, Slade, he was cooperative and confessed himself and two others as syndicate agents, I loyally implanted him, reaffirmed his confessions, let him free and set out a warrant for the other the other two agents and went off to patrol again. I was told one of the agents had been arrested and a trial was being prepped by the magistrate and IA agents, and another trial, for an assisted suicide/murder was also going to be prepared. Afterwards, I got stressed out, bugs happened and eventually an ERT was called because of a firebombing. However, the ERT leader, Alice Peirson II, wanted to kill the xenos. I and the (acting) captain, Faizan, wouldn't allow it, it violated the law, the xenomorphs were innocents. I got in to a large argument with the ERT, and went into the AI core to modify it's laws in order to help Nanotrasen. Then, the detective (Slimen Cel), being the fool he was, ran up behind me then baton'd me, the AI activated it's turrets for a small period, I got up, shot the detective and cuffed him, he was stopping me. I changed out the laws with a new, fourth law: "All life is precious, do not harm the lives of anyone except those who threaten the lives of others.", so the AI was helping me. But then the detective started yelling "HOS IS IN THE CORE! ROGUE HOS IS IN THE CORE!", and the captain said something along the lines of "The HoS is not rogue!" and Alice was yelling about her outranking me and stuff, then I was found by Alice, Jack Price and Faizan, they uncuff Slimen, and change the laws back, but they left me in the core, Jack turned out to be a syndicate agent and blew his brains out. Then the captain, ERT leader and ERT left, forgetting me. I changed the laws yet again, saying "You are breaking the law here!" and then Alice was talking about how she executed her own husband and did other terrible things, saying I'm a little shit and need to give respect where it is due, and I am a traitor to Nanotrasen and Humanity. Anderson then had a slight (as in, major) mental breakdown, started rambling about atrocities he's committed in the name of "humanity" and "doing your job", then we yelled at each other until the shuttle left, she said "Wait till the cleanup crew get here, ehehehe..." then I said: "Coward can't even kill me herself!", or I would have, if the round hadn't round ended. The refugee/lost xenos were still alive, I had won... I thought this was an interesting story, and a bit of a moral/lore dilemma from my latest round that I wanted to share. Thank you for your time.

(Be aware this is an edited version of a story a posted to the subreddit) This is a story written from an old round, as my Engineer/Scientist/Research-guy. The beginning of the round I'll skip over, I did the solars, heard a murder, say a guy explode after reading the Shrekoning and eventually went through the gateway to they Clown Planet with Steve, the future king, a miner who's name I can't remember and the chaplain. We explored the aftermath of the Clown-Mime war, we saw bodies, Mimes and Clowns, littered all over the planet, sadly I couldn't repair the mechs. Eventually, I managed to get lost, but I found the miner after a long while of searching, he informed me the chaplain attacked him and couldn't be trusted. We managed to loot the mime bar for crossbows and baguette ammo, but were attacked by bats, I had my hardsuit off and they managed to break several of my ribs before the miner fought them off with his drill. Every time I took a step the ribs in my torso moved, leaving me in extreme pain. As I stumbled back to the bar I asked the miner to stay with me while we call for help, then there was a response on the miners radio, Steve! That beautiful, beautiful clown! We informed him of our location and he said he was coming. During that time a quartermaster by the name of Yuri who was also attacked by the chaplain (allegedly) came in. Then after a while I started recovering from the pain slowly, slowly, but surely. Then after a while Steve arrived, dressed with a golden crown and rainbow cloak. He informed us of his journey to his ancestor's tomb where he discovered he was the child of the Honkmother and Captain Kirk. We all saluted or bowed to his authority. After wandering for a few minutes and two PDA tests I was to sore to walk, so Steve, in all his glory and kindness, carried me around. The Yuri betrayed us, he said the miner attacked the chaplain and kidnapped the miner. The chase was unsuccessful due to a loud screech from somewhere. After hiding out in the bar to recover, me and Steve traveled back to where our adventure began, and I prayed to the Honkmother for healing. There we found my friend who I messaged on my PDA, an officer and some others who were attempting to escape an eldrich monster who was summoned by a cult on the station: Nar' Sie. With our spirits raised we attempted to contact a surgeon to save me from my near inevitable death. Then the round ended. I like to think we saved the miner, my prayer was answered and we started a village on the clown planet. There you have it, how I came to meet Steve, King of Clowns.

Seemingly, rather often people would rather call the shuttle during an emergency rather than ask for an ERT and attempt to fix the station. I think I have a way to fix this, or at least encourage people to try and keep the station running. Here it is: If the end point count is over a certain number, say 5000, each non logged out player will receive a karma point, and having the emergency shuttle call cause a large point cut, and ICly, have the emergency shuttle call result in a pay dock for all the crew (not civilians, naturally) if it was caused by the crew and not say, nuke ops or xenos. I believe this would cause people to have greater motivation to keep the whole station up and well running, from an IC and OOC perspective. As always I am open to suggestions, alterations and feedback. Thank you for your time.

Still, looks great, hope to see more stuff from ya!

Wow, those pictures all look like really nice drafts, but I think the proportions for the trench coated guy with the fire axe in the Grugg and Chance drawing needs to be fixed up somewhat, his head, shoulders and feet seem a little exaggerated for such a realistically proportioned drawing.

Sure, I'll chip in this project with a couple characters, sounds ambitious but I think it could turn out really well, like a family photo or something. Name: David Anderson Height: 6' 5" Eye Colour: Grey Hair Colour and Style: Black, slightly graying regular SS13 short hair and a goatee. Expression: Somewhat cheerful/jovial, with bags under the eyes. (If you decide to have the mask by his side or something) Pose: Sitting or standing, speaking with someone or fiddling with something in his hands. Uniform: Black camo Head of Security jumpsuit, riot armour/armour, security gas mask, HoS cap, jackboots, belt. Preferred Location: Wherever works Note: Prosthetic left hand All SS13 drawings need a clown, here's one if you need or want an extra character (if you think an other clown would be better, add them, this is only for completeness, I'd prefer to have my other character on it over this): Name: Pagliacci Honks Height: 5' 7" Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour and Style: Green, parted hairdo and Watson mustache. Expression: Giggling uncontrollably. Pose: Standing, sliding a banana peel in front of a chair, or doing some other clown shenanigans. Uniform: Clown jumpsuit, clown mask, clown officer's cap. Preferred Location: Anywhere