/tg/Station 13

ITS BACK.



YOU ARE A CREW MEMBER/NUKE OP
IT IS YOUR JOB TO GET DAT FUKKEN DISK.

SIGN UP WITH YOUR USERNAME AND JOB IN BOLD.

Skutter - Engieborg

Name: Nuclear Disk
Job: Dat fukkin disk.
Background: I traveled the world as a young program learning the ways of electronic courtship. I spent virtual decades learning pickup lines from zen monks, metres crypto-kissing in a french database and learned the martial art of hand holding at school university among other romantic exploits. I learned how to make any fission explosive drop her blasting cap.

Sadly at this point I was out of beta and ejected from the gropramming creche onto a floppy disk. The new body isn't so bad but needing a chastity code to unleash my nether algorithms is really cramping my style man.

I managed to put out a personal on syndicate.com some sort of a dating site. Hopefully I will get to meet a girl with a pretty nice... yield if you know what I am saying.

Here is my latest selfie check out those MAD gains ladies I ain't no little boy.

^
Better love story than Lindsay Donk

>lindsay donk
>love

Do you even into ERP, Dorsi?

CAPTAIN ADELINE LACON

"THE DISK IS FUKKEN MINE, HANDS OFF SYNDICUNTS"

Leicester Railway
Greyshirt

'captains a comdom!'

i ment username not arr pee name (i'm too lazy to track other names)

Name: David Whyvenyr

Job: Scientist

Famous Quote: "As usual, I'm the only competent person on the station."

Name: Michelle Gauss

Job: Nuclear Operative

gonna get dat fukken disk

Name: TheNightingale, starring as... Cadence Meme

Job: Syndicate agent #2216; OPERATIVE OPERATING OPERATIONALLY

A soft 'click', as Cadence, the team's ballistic weapons specialist (and-slash-or guerilla greytide-esque fighter) racks the slide of the Stetchkin. Once she fires this husk of metal, it keeps going till it hits something. That can be a ship, or the planet behind that ship. It might go off into deep space and hit somebody else in ten thousand years. If you pull the trigger on this, you're ruining someone's day, somewhere and sometime."

"Cadence. Stop monologuing, this is a serious operation."

WHERE THE HOS AT

Samuel Spade

Hardboiled gumshoe

This station reeks with the filth of greytiders and clowns, the purple haze of old plasma release clings to the air, and the soft hum of singularity power surges through the halls and out the shitty fluorescent lights. But something else is in the air tonight, something off. Samuel lit a fresh cigarette and stalked off to get to the bottom of it.

Scones wrote:WHERE THE HOS AT

The armoured cap fell to the floor, blood pooling around it slowly. The body of the station's Head of Security, lying lifeless on the plating, was darkened by the shadow of a single figure: a hardsuit, blood-red and midnight black in traditional Gorlex colours. A single playing card fell onto the body - the Queen of Spades - before a gunshot rang out, muffled slightly by--"

"Candace. Shut up. We haven't even landed yet."

"It's CADENCE. Everyone always gets that wrong..."

Muffled slightly by the savage beatdown delivered at the baton-fist of an augmented Warden?

He didn't ask for this, but he got it anyways.

Also, monologueing is now mandatory for all participants.

David clutched his stomach and let out a faint groan. He knew this feeling well. Something was... amiss. His validsense gut tingled. Something was going to go down this shift, and he'd damn well be playing a part in it. He was, after all, a highly competent, robust individual. It's not his fault that he had a mean streak a mile wide, but everything would be so much easier if everyone would shut the fuck up and let him do as he wanted, especially Shitcurity.

He could rant for hours on end about how everyone and anyone who works in Shitcurity are the worst people to exist ever, and he very often does. Even so much as thinking about them makes his blood boil. He doesn't know why he doesn't just kill all of them off the bat and hand out their equipment to the faceless greyshits that populate a majority of the station- their mob justice is infinitely prefferable to even the "best" Shitcurity officers. He's learned that firsthand a multitude of times-- law and order is dead.

But, of course, this is mere ranting and hopeful ideology. Everyone will likely stand in his way, as usual, and, also as usual, they will burn for it.

PHOEBE LOTSU, CMO EXTRAORDINAIRE, SIGNING UP FOR DUTY

Shaps wrote:PHOEBE LOTSU, CMO EXTRAORDINAIRE, SIGNING UP FOR DUTY

If you don't destroy me and a few operatives with hellfoam and cause the disk to respawn somewhere that prompts a mad dash to victory I will be VERY DISAPPOINTED

Scones wrote:

Shaps wrote:PHOEBE LOTSU, CMO EXTRAORDINAIRE, SIGNING UP FOR DUTY

If you don't destroy me and a few operatives with hellfoam and cause the disk to respawn somewhere that prompts a mad dash to victory I will be VERY DISAPPOINTED

Oh please, I'm sure I'll be too busy yelling at the chemists to stop making meth and do their fucking jobs to make hellfoam

Shaps wrote:

Scones wrote:

Shaps wrote:PHOEBE LOTSU, CMO EXTRAORDINAIRE, SIGNING UP FOR DUTY

If you don't destroy me and a few operatives with hellfoam and cause the disk to respawn somewhere that prompts a mad dash to victory I will be VERY DISAPPOINTED

Oh please, I'm sure I'll be too busy yelling at the chemists to stop making meth and do their fucking jobs to make hellfoam

Joke's on you, I'll have already shown up and started yelling at them for taking forever to cough up some acid for R&D.

And then we'll both look at each other, and my rage will consume yours, and you'll back off because when it comes to getting salty at video games I'm the best there is.

Order of priority in chem mixing as declared by me, myself, and I:
Hellfoam > Extra Hellfoam > Hellsmoke > Meth > Another hellfoam for good measure > the rest of the drugs > everything else > medicine

Scones wrote:WHERE THE HOS AT

WHERE THE HOS WHERE THE HOS WHERE THE HOS AT
HAD AN ASSISTANT IN THE CUT WHERE THE WOOD AT
OH THEM ASSISTANTS ACTIN UP? WHERE THE SEC AT
YOU BETTER BUST THAT IF YOU GON PULL THAT

I would PHOENIX, but I just KNOW someone would sign up as syndieborg because fuck AIs.

alright faglerds none of you actually posted an action.
gj, now post a fucking action, i cant GM a game where nobody does shit.

also you can still sign up but please do it like this:
JOB:
ACTION:
thx (also we need more ops)

Players so far:

i don't know what this is

Steal a spacesuit and hover in a locker outside the SW solars

What the fuck is this why am I listed under silicons, who the fuck is responsible for this?? Anyway, I go stop by Cargo to get lots of large beakers, maybe they won't be SHIT and will actually help me

Noticing an EVA locker has been tossed on his camera feed, Sam heads down to EVA to scope out the scene. Some grey fibers are caught on a part of the airlock. He carefully lifts them into an evidence bag and seals it. He then scans the airlock revealing a set of fingerprints. Theft of an EVA softsuit is a fairly harmless crime, but it is always helpful to have something on the greyshirts, lest you need to coerce them in to giving you a hand from time to time. Satisfied with his handiwork, Sam lights another cigarettte and heads to the bar for a well earned glass of Uncle Git's Special Reserve.

I BREAK OPEN MY DISPLAY CASE AT SHIFT START BECAUSE I NEED MY POWERGAMER GUN AND SHOVE THE DISK IN MY INTERNALS BOX LIKE A RESPONSIBLE CAPTAIN

"WE DONT HAVE AN HOS WE NEED AN HOS COME TO HOP LINE AND BE PROMOTED"
"ALSO ENGIBORG TO MY OFFICE PLEASE COME UNBOLT"

miggles wrote:WHERE THE HOS WHERE THE HOS WHERE THE HOS AT
HAD AN ASSISTANT IN THE CUT WHERE THE WOOD AT
OH THEM ASSISTANTS ACTIN UP? WHERE THE SEC AT
YOU BETTER BUST THAT IF YOU GON PULL THAT

CATS DONT KNOW, WHAT ITS GONNA BE
FUCKIN' WIT A CAPTAIN LIKE ME

Action: Start doing R&D, don't get arrested by shitcurity for no reason.

Action: Make 20 hellfoam grenades for perfectly valid medical situations. A few clf3 phlog black powder foam mixes, some f-acid clf3 foam mixes, and some toxic foam on the side for those special cases.
Make some calomel syringes and mix up some meth pills for when I GottaGoFast. Tell the doctors to fuck off and to go order meds from cargo or some shit.

Job: Research Director
Action: I start breeding a small army of slimes.

Action: Cadence slammed her fist on the table that passed for the Syndicate forward base's bar, frowning and taking off her headset.
[Common] [intercepted] Adeline Lacon: "ALSO ENGIBORG TO MY OFFICE PLEASE COME UNBOLT"

"They know we're here. Lacon's the Captain - she took down four operatives with just a baton once. If she's breaking out the antique, there's no way a frontal assault would work. Especially since there are only two of us."

The Operative paused, sliding the magazine out of the 10mm stetchkin and examining its contents.

"And since there are only two of us, we have to work with what we have. We need a way to take out Lacon, secure that fukken disk, and exfil before Security comes down on us like a swarm of bees.

Very, very angry bees."

Don't think a lot of people have played this b4. You state your job and action, then OP roles a D6 (iirc) and the RNGods decide if your fate is: 1= Critical failure, 2-5 ranging from standard fail to success, 6=overshoot.

JOB: Engieborg
ACTION: Build a protective wall around the AI's mainframe using RCD.

Job: Disk
Action: Flex my cyberguns.

peoplearestrange wrote:Don't think a lot of people have played this b4. You state your job and action, then OP roles a D6 (iirc) and the RNGods decide if your fate is: 1= Critical failure, 2-5 ranging from standard fail to success, 6=overshoot.

JOB: Engieborg
ACTION: Build a protective wall around the AI's mainframe using RCD.

STOP VIOLATING LAW TWO

Job: Firmware, the AI.

Action: Commend Engieborg for fortifying core. Then, start trying to kill pun-pun via doorcrushing.

Scones wrote:

peoplearestrange wrote:Don't think a lot of people have played this b4. You state your job and action, then OP roles a D6 (iirc) and the RNGods decide if your fate is: 1= Critical failure, 2-5 ranging from standard fail to success, 6=overshoot.

JOB: Engieborg
ACTION: Build a protective wall around the AI's mainframe using RCD.

STOP VIOLATING LAW TWO

Skutter states: Law 2: The station and its equipment is expensive to replace.
Skutter states: By reinforcing the core I am applying preventative equipment damage given our current situation. Law 2 violation not found.

assistant

action. " ; borgs are rogue captain never made them corporate also the station is more expensive that the AI so do what the captain says to stop people getting the boom disk kkthx

LETS GET THIS STARTED

Not-Dorsidarf wrote:Steal a spacesuit and hover in a locker outside the SW solars

[2] YOU SHOCK YOURSELF ON THE EVA GRILLE. OW.

Wyzack wrote:Noticing an EVA locker has been tossed on his camera feed, Sam heads down to EVA to scope out the scene. Some grey fibers are caught on a part of the airlock. He carefully lifts them into an evidence bag and seals it. He then scans the airlock revealing a set of fingerprints. Theft of an EVA softsuit is a fairly harmless crime, but it is always helpful to have something on the greyshirts, lest you need to coerce them in to giving you a hand from time to time. Satisfied with his handiwork, Sam lights another cigarettte and heads to the bar for a well earned glass of Uncle Git's Special Reserve.

YOU SEE AN ASSISTANT CONVULSING ON THE FLOOR AND CHARGE.
[1] YOU SHOCK YOURSELF ON THE EVA GRILLE. OW.

Scones wrote:I BREAK OPEN MY DISPLAY CASE AT SHIFT START BECAUSE I NEED MY POWERGAMER GUN AND SHOVE THE DISK IN MY INTERNALS BOX LIKE A RESPONSIBLE CAPTAIN

[4] YOU OPEN YOUR DISPLAY CASE AND THE ALARMS GO OFF. YOU PUT THE DISK IN YOUR INTERNALS BOX.

ShadowDimentio wrote:Action: Start doing R&D, don't get arrested by shitcurity for no reason.

[4] YOU DO SOME RESEARCH

iamgoofball wrote:Action: Make 20 hellfoam grenades for perfectly valid medical situations. A few clf3 phlog black powder foam mixes, some f-acid clf3 foam mixes, and some toxic foam on the side for those special cases.
Make some calomel syringes and mix up some meth pills for when I GottaGoFast. Tell the doctors to fuck off and to go order meds from cargo or some shit.

[2] YOU ACCIDENTALLY MIX POTASSIUM AND WATER AND KNOCK YOURSELF TO THE FLOOR.

Vekter wrote:Job: Research Director
Action: I start breeding a small army of slimes.

[1] YOU ACCIDENTALLY THROW YOURSELF INTO A SLIME PEN. GOOD JOB.

TheNightingale wrote:Action: Cadence slammed her fist on the table that passed for the Syndicate forward base's bar, frowning and taking off her headset.

[4] YOU SLAM YOUR FIST ON THE TABLE. THIS IS SATISFYING AND FURTHERS YOUR MISSION IN A MAJOR WAY.

peoplearestrange wrote: JOB: Engieborg
ACTION: Build a protective wall around the AI's mainframe using RCD.

[3] YOU BUILD A FEW DOORS AROUND THE AI.

Incomptinence wrote:Job: Disk
Action: Flex my cyberguns.

[4] YOU FLEX YOUR CYBERGUNS. THE CAPTAIN IS MILDLY IMPRESSED.

Drynwyn wrote:Job: Firmware, the AI.

Action: Commend Engieborg for fortifying core. Then, start trying to kill pun-pun via doorcrushing.

[4] PUN-PUN IS PUT INTO CRIT BUT THE CHEF DRAGS HIM AWAY.

WOW THATS A LOT OF FOURS.

>tfw moderator conspiracy moved this topic so it isn't seen

Job: PHOENIX.PORTABLE, pAI.
Action: Wait for someone to PLEASE PICK ME UP ALREADY ;-;

Miauw wrote:>tfw moderator conspiracy moved this topic so it isn't seen

I moved it to Roleplay, because that what it is.
I also left a ghost thread in place, probably for a few days, so

Also:

JOB: Engiebord
ACTION: Bolt the doors that I've just built.

JERB: Detective

ACTION: Scowl a bunch, nod knowingly at the greyshirt that we will never speak of this to anyone, and stalk off to acquire some sweet healing whiskey.

BE VERY ANGRY LAMENT THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING TO DO BECAUSE THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN UNBOLT MY OFFICE IS FORTIFYING THE CORE FOR AN AI WHO DOES NOT EXIST

Scones wrote:AN AI WHO DOES NOT EXIST

Drynwyn wrote:Job: Firmware, the AI.

Action: Commend Engieborg for fortifying core. Then, start trying to kill pun-pun via doorcrushing.

DemonFiren wrote:

Scones wrote:AN AI WHO DOES NOT EXIST

Drynwyn wrote:Job: Firmware, the AI.

Action: Commend Engieborg for fortifying core. Then, start trying to kill pun-pun via doorcrushing.

oh how the fuck did i miss that

SHOUT LOUDLY FOR THE AI TO OPEN THIS SHIT AND GO PUT ON MY GLOVES BEFORE MAKING A STUPID ANNOUNCEMENT

CAPTAIN'S ANNOUNCEMENT

I NEED A SECURITY GUY TO BE PROMOTED TO SHOOTY BLACK COAT MAN AND SOMEONE ELSE FOR ALL-ACCESS MAN SO COME TO THE ID OFFICE AS SOON AS THE AI LETS ME OUTTTTTT

i will play captain like the cancer it was meant to be

Action: Scream at the Miners with the intensity of a thousand suns to stop being fucking incompetent and bring me some goddamn candy so I can start upgrading this shithole.