/tg/Station 13

And you were on the station

that would actually be fucking terrifying

Probably die.

Immediately head for the first escape pod, block off the door with something heavy, and pray to RNGesus not to meteor me.

Lock myself in the CMO office away from everyone else and just pet Runtime, telebaton ready for whenever someone came to check on me

adminhelp to become a deathsquad member

Get to the asteroid and suit up as soon as possible, cram as many air tanks as I can in my bag and live out on one of the asteroid outposts. Maybe fortify it up a bit; maybe actually mine a bit on the easy side of the roof and send some stuff back every now and then until I ran out of food.

Immediately run to the CMO office in order to get away from everyone else, then probably run into Lotsu and likely have an argument over who sits in the chair, angrily waving batons at each other.

Steal all the red jumpsuits from the locker room, go to SW Solar maint, shout out "REDSUITS" on the radio and hide in the locker to laugh at people

firmly grab my stun baton and run away crying

Get scanned in cloning. Get my revolver and nice suit. Get a cigarette. Get detecting. You slackers

Stare at the singularity for hours.
Stare at space for hours.
Play with Poly.
Draw a dick on the blueprints.

Shaps wrote:Lock myself in the CMO office away from everyone else and just pet Runtime, telebaton ready for whenever someone came to check on me

This but HoP and Ian.
Shutters are down, no access changes today.

Be RD, get augmented and acquire HONK immediately. Then proceed to go full autism mode and repair the derelict station. It's the only way to survive.

Get banned

Join the thousand mile high club.

AnonymousNow wrote:Immediately run to the CMO office in order to get away from everyone else, then probably run into Lotsu and likely have an argument over who sits in the chair, angrily waving batons at each other.

We'd come up with an excellent system where whenever someone comes to one of us with something, we send them to the other and then avoid them so we wouldn't have any responsability

"Hey Dr. Lotsu, when you get a sec can you stop by genetics? We're trying to clone the Head of Security, but there's a few genes that the DNA scanner isn't picking up, and we need you to plot them out"
"Oh, uh, go ask Dr. Cobb about it, I'm busy filling out paperwork for getting a new chem dispenser"
"Huh? Dr. Cobb told me that he was handling the paperwork for that when I asked him for help with this an hour ago"
"Oh, well his forms were shit and I have to redo them. Go ask him again"

Repeat ad infinitum

Get a fuck ton of donk pockets and an air canister, stuff for botany if I am in the position to get it, and then teleport to the abandoned teleporter, meta my way to the white ship, use it to get to the derelict, and meta my way to the dj station.

Team up with Phoob and take down Phoebe for shits and giggles.

Also, where would you go when you get banned?

Ahammer18 wrote:Team up with Phoob and take down Phoebe for shits and giggles.

Also, where would you go when you get banned?

hell

Look up and answer once and for all if there's a ceiling there

Edit: also make a safe assumption that the round was extended if I had enough time and fucks to give to actually sleep somewhere.

if i'm the one i last played as, i masturbate. i'd gain insight into the female orgasm and get banned for erp which would presumably put my consciousness back into my earthly body or i dunno teleport my consciousness to IRC so I can call the admins faggets

it'd depend on what job i have, but if i had knowledge about what kind of shit usually goes down like i assume we are assuming ITT i would grab what i could and hide as best i can before locking myself in a pod.

I wouldn't do half the shit my character does.
That's for sure.

I would become a god of xenobiology. Changeling guards would ensure my safety, and my legions of slimes/golems/spiders would conquer the station. If anyone pissed me off, I'd throw them in the dungeon to be eaten by xenos.

Nah but really I'd just hide in a locker at escape until the shuttle came.

Fortify genetics, pray it's not rev, gang or malf, find a vic... I mean, an assistant, try to get some mutations, stare through wall at people in CMO office.

Besides, to some interpretations, SS13 IS hell. With a few hours repeating for years, you could say it's a groundhog day loop (unless it's simply NT being dicks and rebuilding the same flawed design, or the "first day")

Get backed up in genetics, begin building a cargo fort, fill maint with autocloners.

>be centcom commander
>request planetside posting immediately
>occasionally send deathsquads and ert to stations

Start honking.

do
my fucking
job

the library is sacred

I'd do what any sane person would do: Whine in OOC.

So easy.
Run around with a toolbox bashing people until God decides "fuck it" and tries to smite me, with which I reply with...
"FUCK YOU GOD, I DO WHAT I WANT."
'Nuff said.
Okay, and molest Pascal, but we all know that was going to happen anyways.

Shaps wrote:That

Yes.

Ahammer18 wrote:Team up with Phoob and take down Phoebe for shits and giggles.

Would probably be involved by proximity. Medbay buzzes like an angry hornets' nest, devours intruders, continues to argue amongst itself.

If assistant, gear up and slip/strip.


If not, probably die horribly.

Search for mai waifu.

Get dunked for guncargo.

Murder the captain and escape the station alive without being in custody on a shuttle or pod.

Suicide so I can roll for antag.


:^)

Kangaraptor wrote:Suicide so I can roll for antag.


:^)

I want the succ from your avatar

Be ecstatic, because being a medic in-game is vastly more successful and rewarding than it is in real life, and be amazed that I can now defibrillate the dead to somehow bring them back to life despite Asystole being an unshockable rhythm. Also, no one breaks bones or gets organ damage, surgery can be performed by the simplest of people, no one has heart conditions, diseases are healed by widely available ingredients, and I get a headset that lets me see a person's general wellness level at a glance. Death is suddenly a transient thing, because even if your magic Defibrillator doesn't work, cloning is a simple five-minute process after which a short cryo stint and some Mannitol has you back in action.

Continue the anti-human racism content in the knowledge I am doing the Lord's work.

Cook so much peo- food that my kitchen will look like a free buffet (what it actually is)
Also I will visit the morgue to get drunk and be a massive cigar chomper.

Given that Buries is a miner who prefers to operate and exosuit, probably die of boredom the robotcisist is too dumb to program laws into the borgs and winds up getting murdered by a rogue borg.

Otherwise mine shit, scream at medical for more bandages and patches, scream at science for mining charges and better gear, builf up a cargo fort and wind up making my own ripley or murder mech for cleansing the asteroid of wildlife.

Incoming wrote:Look up and answer once and for all if there's a ceiling there

Edit: also make a safe assumption that the round was extended if I had enough time and fucks to give to actually sleep somewhere.

You'd see a bunch of sweaty neckbeards looking down, one or two probably furiously fapping to a lizard ERp session.

Probably best to not look up for your own sanity's sake.

Oranges got it right once again, better look at the lizards fucking instead of those who make them do so.

Immediately steal the spare id.

Remie Richards wrote:

Shaps wrote:Lock myself in the CMO office away from everyone else and just pet Runtime, telebaton ready for whenever someone came to check on me

This but HoP and Ian.
Shutters are down, no access changes today.

Pretty much this. If I was Ramona, maybe lock the shutters down in meeting room as well and move everything and Ian in there. Take a station bounced radio and hope I can live long enough to see the emergency shuttle dock. Pet Ian to calm my nerves.

If I was Nomi, then fuck, I dunno, sec is pretty much a death wish. Grab as much gear as I can without the warden coming down on me, move to the medbay or sciences security outpost.

I'd also look up, I'd like to actually see what the ceiling looks like.

I always imagined the ceiling looks like the base plating below the floortiles

Shit, I should have posted "accepting your death, part 1 of 3" here.

Get banned

For everyone posting "get banned" I don't think you grasp the idea of reality.

Unless getting banned from life is simply death, then yes, that would probably happen.