/tg/Station 13

"Well, it's the comms. They must be down." Robbie signed, "Yeah. Alright, I understand." Greg pointed. The solar arrays creaked, and everything went silent for a moment. "Lookout!" hailed a flailing astronaut. "Singularity loose!" they observed, "Singular...

"Guys, there's a plasma leak in R&D." Tauriel hissed, "Well don't let it escape. The ship's AI should automatically lock down the emergency airlocks." an enigmatic, yet desperate voice hurled. "We've got blobs, actually. They're all over the arrivals." another exasp...

"The universe is flat out fatiguing." Captain Bernandaz dazed, "It's a little more about acting, than it is actually knowing." Emmerson replied, over the intercom. "Knowing?" she asked, "Ah!" Emmerson exclaimed, "The universe is flat out fatiguing. But wh...

Captain's dead, AI laughs. "Rogue AI!" Tauriel shouts, to the barman, as the drunks cheer.

Sometinyprick wrote:

ColonicAcid wrote:cut ur nails you lazy fuckin tramp

i got an ingrown nail on my thumb and it hurt like hell tryina cut it off

Use cotton balls to lift the nail up

[holding magboots up] these are the real mccoy.
NO [smashing battery cell & rods together] THESE ARE NOT TOYS, THEY ARE THE REAL DEAL

"Ugh!" Angela stumbles sideways, as the hull rumples inwards. "Angela!" Derrick says, his magnetic boots stressing as if blown its capacitors. She screams, as the hull rips apart, the iron girders bend, the steel tiles whizz, as wires, pipes, tools, primary and secondary tech and...

She breathes on your neck, while you warmup the engines. Angie standing at about 5 feet tall, armed usually with illegal paraphernalia, such as make-shift spears and firethrowers. And robust word-play. Wait what is the point of this? Oh, yeah. Angie Elderson, robust like criminal refugee, stalks her...