Writing Competition
- NikNakFlak
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Writing Competition
Write a short (or however long) SS13 Fan-Fiction and a panel of three judges will vote on the one to receive first pick out of this list of games.
The Stanley Parable
Goat Simulator
Hotline Miami
Guns of Icarus Online
Portal
Slender: The Arrival
Please post submissions in this thread.
The Stanley Parable
Goat Simulator
Hotline Miami
Guns of Icarus Online
Portal
Slender: The Arrival
Please post submissions in this thread.
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Re: Writing Competition
Kor Phaeron waited. The adminhelps above him blinked and sparked out of the chat box. There were ERPers in the server. He didn't see them, but heard ghost chat whining about them. His warnings to SoS were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Kor was an admin for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the adminbus and he said to dad "I want to be on the adminbus Lasty."
Lasty said "No! You will BE GRIFF BY 2BEARD"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the server of the tgstation he knew there were ERPers.
"This is Creed" the radio crackered. "You must grff the ERPers!"
So Kor gotted his game panel and spawned carp.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the ERPers
"I will make a FNR thread at him" said the jarshmellow and he fired the thread. Kor bussed at at him and tried to ban him up. But then the server crashed and they were disconnected and not able to ban.
"No! I must griff the ERPers!" Kor shouted
The radio said "No, Kor. You are the ERPers"
And then Kor was a Amy.
Kor was an admin for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the adminbus and he said to dad "I want to be on the adminbus Lasty."
Lasty said "No! You will BE GRIFF BY 2BEARD"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the server of the tgstation he knew there were ERPers.
"This is Creed" the radio crackered. "You must grff the ERPers!"
So Kor gotted his game panel and spawned carp.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the ERPers
"I will make a FNR thread at him" said the jarshmellow and he fired the thread. Kor bussed at at him and tried to ban him up. But then the server crashed and they were disconnected and not able to ban.
"No! I must griff the ERPers!" Kor shouted
The radio said "No, Kor. You are the ERPers"
And then Kor was a Amy.
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Re: Writing Competition
This thread is now about kor's award acceptance speech, please proceed.
Ham Sammich, beating a dead horse since 2010.
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Re: Writing Competition
Just has to be a SS13 fan-fiction
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Re: Writing Competition
So I'm guessing faux-scientific works and in-universe newspaper articles also count?
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Re: Writing Competition
My name is Jazmin Malcovich. I work for NanoTrasen, though I am currently in the employment of the Syndicate. They want me to kill some engineer, Kenneth Kemble, and get out alive. I started the shift as a roboticist, working with Randy Savage. I spend the first few hours thinking about how I'm going to do this. As it gets close to noon, I decide to see if anyone wanted to become a cyborg, and put a couple of shells onto build.
Randy wordlessly shuffles up to me, puts one hand on his chin, and the other on the back of his head. Before I can move to intervene, he pulls his hands to the sides, twisting his head with a sickening crack, and drops to the floor, dead. I heave him up onto the operating table, and start cutting his brain out to put in one of the now almost finished shells. While I'm working, someone tries to open the door. A few seconds later, one of the scientists, Alexander Hogan, asks the AI to let him in. He walks up next to me, and gives me a hug. While I'm wondering what he wants, he suddenly repeats Randy's performance, becoming the second corpse of the day. I finish up with Randy's operation and plug his brain into an MMI, tossing Hogan up to start work on him. Randy's MMI beeps a couple of times, before speaking to me. "H-hey, I don't want to be a borg, I only killed myself as a joke, just defib me please." I respond with a sharp remark about how he should have done it in front of medbay if he wanted that, and go back to work.
After I get Hogan in his MMI, I decide maybe I shouldn't be so cruel, and grab Randy's MMI, pop the brain out and stuff it back in his skull. I suddenly hear an MMI shouting something about having the wrong brain, and look back. Randy's MMI is still sitting on the table. I put the wrong damn brain in... I tease him a little while finishing the assembly of the first borg shell, before deciding maybe I should fix my fuckup. At that point, one of the other scientists arrives with a locker, holding three more suicides. I take them inside and leave them in the corner for later. I extract Hogan's brain from Randy again, and put it back in its MMI, which, having taken the name from the corpse the brain came from, is now also labelled Randy Savage. No longer knowing which brain is which, I decide to wash my hands of the whole matter, dumping both corpses and brains on my desk, and calling for the chef to take them. I quickly get to work on the three new corpses, but none of them are responsive, and they join the other two brains on the desk. A few minutes later, the geneticist, whose name I couldn't recall, arrives with one of his test subjects, who wanted borged.
Finally I have a volunteer, and after throwing him up on the table, take a few moments to listen to the radio while he gets comfy. Something about a changeling murdering everyone, but it probably won't come after me for a while. I extract his brain a little more carefully than the last, and while putting him in his MMI, finally settle on a plan. I key the unlock code into my PDA, opening up the supplies menu, and acquire a cryptographic sequencer, or emag. I grab my multitool and unlock the waiting shell's cover, deciding I might as well make my move now. I insert the brain into the shell, and, before the borg can react, crowbar the cover open and swipe my emag on the card slot inside, forcibly desyncing it from the AI and replacing it's laws with an order to serve me.
I signal for the borg to follow me, grabbing a revolver and a bar of soap with my remaining telecrystals, and we head to the bridge to take over the AI. It can't use the turret control panel, and the spare ID is gone, so I have it shoot all the turrets in the upload down. I move in to grab the one human board when the AI notices, and I manage to cut one of the two cameras in the room before it can set off the flasher. I fight the urge to panic, blinking the spots from the flash out of my vision, and quickly dive on the second camera, forgoing any attempt to disable it, simply grabbing it and ripping it from the wall. I quickly lock the upload board to me and jam it into the slot on the console. The AI turns on it's hologram projector in the bridge as I leave, and I go over the rest of the plan with it and the borg. I tell them to kill the engineer, Kemble, only to be told he was already dead, and that he was actually the guy I'm borged earlier. Realising I now only have to escape, I tell them I'll lock myself on an escape pod, and borg will stand guard, while AI floods plasma once I'm safe.
Me and the borg work our way to arrivals while the AI calls the shuttle and shuts down telecomms, not seeing anyone else around. I open the first pod, and feel the air rushing out through the smashed window. I slam the airlock closed, and try the second, which is, thank god, intact. The borg bolts the airlock as soon as I'm inside, and I swipe my emag through it to break the circuit, assuring myself nothing short of an RCD could break through that. I haul the emergency locker in the pod bay into the pod, and weld the second airlock and the pod door shut, emagging them like the first one. I fold myself into the locker and close the door, settling down to wait, listening to the sound of my own breathing, and wondering if there'll be any screaming from the intercomm on the wall. At one point I hear the announcement of the shuttle being recalled, and for a moment wonder if I've failed. I quickly reassure myself that the AI will call it back as soon as possible, and sure enough, it does.
After that I hear nothing until the shuttle is about to leave, when the chief engineer announces something about dying a glorious death. He is never heard from again. Just after the pod launches, one of the scientists starts talking on the radio. After a brief conversation, I find out he's the changeling that was killing everyone, so there were actually two of us trying to kill the crew at once! My pod gets picked up by the usual recovery ship soon after, and they start trying to force the door open. They're still working on the door when the gunfire starts. After a few seconds it all goes quiet, and someone resumes work on the door. Eventually, it's opened by a man wearing a familiar black and red hardsuit, a member of the extraction team I was promised. I go home that evening a little bit richer, and NanoTrasen none the wiser as to what had happened.
Randy wordlessly shuffles up to me, puts one hand on his chin, and the other on the back of his head. Before I can move to intervene, he pulls his hands to the sides, twisting his head with a sickening crack, and drops to the floor, dead. I heave him up onto the operating table, and start cutting his brain out to put in one of the now almost finished shells. While I'm working, someone tries to open the door. A few seconds later, one of the scientists, Alexander Hogan, asks the AI to let him in. He walks up next to me, and gives me a hug. While I'm wondering what he wants, he suddenly repeats Randy's performance, becoming the second corpse of the day. I finish up with Randy's operation and plug his brain into an MMI, tossing Hogan up to start work on him. Randy's MMI beeps a couple of times, before speaking to me. "H-hey, I don't want to be a borg, I only killed myself as a joke, just defib me please." I respond with a sharp remark about how he should have done it in front of medbay if he wanted that, and go back to work.
After I get Hogan in his MMI, I decide maybe I shouldn't be so cruel, and grab Randy's MMI, pop the brain out and stuff it back in his skull. I suddenly hear an MMI shouting something about having the wrong brain, and look back. Randy's MMI is still sitting on the table. I put the wrong damn brain in... I tease him a little while finishing the assembly of the first borg shell, before deciding maybe I should fix my fuckup. At that point, one of the other scientists arrives with a locker, holding three more suicides. I take them inside and leave them in the corner for later. I extract Hogan's brain from Randy again, and put it back in its MMI, which, having taken the name from the corpse the brain came from, is now also labelled Randy Savage. No longer knowing which brain is which, I decide to wash my hands of the whole matter, dumping both corpses and brains on my desk, and calling for the chef to take them. I quickly get to work on the three new corpses, but none of them are responsive, and they join the other two brains on the desk. A few minutes later, the geneticist, whose name I couldn't recall, arrives with one of his test subjects, who wanted borged.
Finally I have a volunteer, and after throwing him up on the table, take a few moments to listen to the radio while he gets comfy. Something about a changeling murdering everyone, but it probably won't come after me for a while. I extract his brain a little more carefully than the last, and while putting him in his MMI, finally settle on a plan. I key the unlock code into my PDA, opening up the supplies menu, and acquire a cryptographic sequencer, or emag. I grab my multitool and unlock the waiting shell's cover, deciding I might as well make my move now. I insert the brain into the shell, and, before the borg can react, crowbar the cover open and swipe my emag on the card slot inside, forcibly desyncing it from the AI and replacing it's laws with an order to serve me.
I signal for the borg to follow me, grabbing a revolver and a bar of soap with my remaining telecrystals, and we head to the bridge to take over the AI. It can't use the turret control panel, and the spare ID is gone, so I have it shoot all the turrets in the upload down. I move in to grab the one human board when the AI notices, and I manage to cut one of the two cameras in the room before it can set off the flasher. I fight the urge to panic, blinking the spots from the flash out of my vision, and quickly dive on the second camera, forgoing any attempt to disable it, simply grabbing it and ripping it from the wall. I quickly lock the upload board to me and jam it into the slot on the console. The AI turns on it's hologram projector in the bridge as I leave, and I go over the rest of the plan with it and the borg. I tell them to kill the engineer, Kemble, only to be told he was already dead, and that he was actually the guy I'm borged earlier. Realising I now only have to escape, I tell them I'll lock myself on an escape pod, and borg will stand guard, while AI floods plasma once I'm safe.
Me and the borg work our way to arrivals while the AI calls the shuttle and shuts down telecomms, not seeing anyone else around. I open the first pod, and feel the air rushing out through the smashed window. I slam the airlock closed, and try the second, which is, thank god, intact. The borg bolts the airlock as soon as I'm inside, and I swipe my emag through it to break the circuit, assuring myself nothing short of an RCD could break through that. I haul the emergency locker in the pod bay into the pod, and weld the second airlock and the pod door shut, emagging them like the first one. I fold myself into the locker and close the door, settling down to wait, listening to the sound of my own breathing, and wondering if there'll be any screaming from the intercomm on the wall. At one point I hear the announcement of the shuttle being recalled, and for a moment wonder if I've failed. I quickly reassure myself that the AI will call it back as soon as possible, and sure enough, it does.
After that I hear nothing until the shuttle is about to leave, when the chief engineer announces something about dying a glorious death. He is never heard from again. Just after the pod launches, one of the scientists starts talking on the radio. After a brief conversation, I find out he's the changeling that was killing everyone, so there were actually two of us trying to kill the crew at once! My pod gets picked up by the usual recovery ship soon after, and they start trying to force the door open. They're still working on the door when the gunfire starts. After a few seconds it all goes quiet, and someone resumes work on the door. Eventually, it's opened by a man wearing a familiar black and red hardsuit, a member of the extraction team I was promised. I go home that evening a little bit richer, and NanoTrasen none the wiser as to what had happened.
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Re: Writing Competition
When's the deadline?
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I play August Finster, a suave midget with a grudge, as well as Francis Heart, the naked guitarist of the Cosmos.
I play August Finster, a suave midget with a grudge, as well as Francis Heart, the naked guitarist of the Cosmos.
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Re: Writing Competition
A poem I wrote in game once after a particularly standard strange experience
I sit and try to read my book, with hopes to be a scholar.
When hark, a naked man appears! He grabs me by my collar.
"I have you now, Assistant! There is no hope for you!"
But I grabbed him right back, and tossed him in a disposal tube.
--Lauser McMauligan
i play Lauser McMauligan. clown name is Cold-Ass Honkey
i have three other top secret characters as well.
tell the best admin how good he is
i have three other top secret characters as well.
tell the best admin how good he is
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Re: Writing Competition
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Re: Writing Competition
It has to be fan fiction? No poems or anything?
- NikNakFlak
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Re: Writing Competition
Poems are alittle short. The criteria is in the op, it's pretty simple geez
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Re: Writing Competition
Does it have to be original or can I dredge up something I wrote on one of the other forums?
The most excessive signature on /tg/station13.
Still not even at the limit after 8 fucking years.
The evil holoparasite user I can't believe its not DIO and his holoparasite I can't believe its not Skub have been defeated by the Spacedust Crusaders, but what has been taken from the station can never be returned.
OOC: TheGel: Literally a guy in a suit with a shuttle full of xenos. That's a doozy
Still not even at the limit after 8 fucking years.
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OOC: TheGel: Literally a guy in a suit with a shuttle full of xenos. That's a doozy
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Re: Writing Competition
Writing is never simple, friendo.NikNakFlak wrote:it's pretty simple geez
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Re: Writing Competition
This is the single greatest thing I have ever created.
Hi, I'm Autumn Sinnow and this is my autobiography. For starters, some background info. I am 6'1'', red hair, green eyes, freckles, Irish. You know, whole ten yards. I'm not sure where my accent came from. I remember the other kids used to talk like that until I was 4 when I shuttled to some other planet with a bunch of other orphans. I don't know what planet I was born on. I yell a lot. I curse a lot. I fight a lot. As a child, I was an orphan. I've been an orphan as long as I can remember. I'm not sure on my exact age, but I'd say 22. As a child, I was very quiet and timid around the other kids, but I was a vibrant and free-spirited person in private. I kept to myself, rarely making friends and went through most of my childhood like that. I remember frequently stealing off during the day to visit the forests and other interesting places. Around after I turned 9, I was shuttled to another orphanage, losing the small amount of friends I had. Again, the same scenario. I would go to places that weren't well-travelled, letting my curiousity run. I never actually feared for my life during those times, surprisingly. I was happy. I would stay out for days at a time, rarely washing (still don't) or cleaning what little clothes I wore (also still don't). The caretakers at the orphanarium didn't care if some random orphan girl was lost or never came back. That's one less mouth to feed. At 11 I joined a small baseball group, becoming the pitcher and quite a good player. I was taller and more athletic then most of the other kids, boy or girl. At 13, I was shuttled off to a bigger orphananarium. Here, the kids were meaner and more evil-spirited. Instead of just the occasional comments and ignoring me, it turned into physically hurting me and emotional torture. I quickly adapted, learning how to handle it, myself getting tougher and better at handling other kids. I quickly became more physical, overpowering the kids who messed with me and intimdating those were thinking of it. After a few months of that, most of the kids got the message and I was left alone. I became more intimdating, more loud, more dangerous so I could be alone and isolated...and I enjoyed it. I still sorta do. I still love isolation and calmness, as much as I love the chaos and hectic situations. I became loud, intimdating, and dangerous so I could be alone and quiet again. Weird in a way. At 15, I was going to be shuttled again so I ran away. Hit the streets and became homeless. It was hell, at first. At the orphanariums, I only had to worry about being bullied and taunted. Here it was rape, killed, or worse. Everynight I feared that I wouldn't wake up. I have more then a handful of times where I was sure I was going to die or end up in a scenario that would leave me feeling dead inside. Somehow, it never happened. I did end up with a lot of scars, mental and physical. A lot of stuff happened I wish I could forget. Maybe it's for the best I don't, it made me who I was. Over time, as I intimdated more people and made more friends, I was left alone. I eventually joined a group of other kids. We called ourself a "gang" but it was just a ragtag group of kids who stuck together to survive. It made me feel wanted and belonged, though, something I had never felt in my life. It felt good. The reason I was chosen to join the "gang" was because of my theft skills and my ability to escape from situations. The best thieves on the streets were always the most sought after. I never was proud of what I did. I stole from a lot of people. Some of them deserved it, some of them didn't, some of them were worse off then me. I did what I had to do survive. I wish I could go back and stop myself, though. I wasn't in the right for what I did, survival or not. Eventually, after getting hurt enough times, I learned how to fix myself and on top of that, other people. Wounds, infections, cuts, burns, broken arms, you name it. I learned how to make turniquettes, splints, and other haphazard medical devices from the trash and junk around me. I became the doctor of sorts for our group. If a kid had a medical problem, he came to me first and foremost and as word got out, I'd start to have "patients" that were unrelated to the group. Eventually, most of my "patients" were kids outside of my group and I was okay with that. It felt good to help others. It made me feel good. I've always felt I've had a lot of repenting to do. I've done a lot of bad things. A lot of stuff I can't take back. I feel like I owe quite a lot to some moral compass. Helping others was my way of repenting and, even on it's own, it made me feel good. I'd do it regardless if had repention or otherwise. I felt happy doing it. At around 19 a friend told me about a job offer. Some station in space was offering job positions and one of them was something you need no qualifications for: Janitor. They paid decent and had benefits and bonuses. I quickly went to them, asking for a job and was accepted on the spot (I mentioned I was an orphan with no links or ties. NT, huh?). I had found a way to not die on the streets. I was free to move on. I quickly packed what little items I had, took my first shower in a few months, said my goodbyes to the people I'd never see again, and went to the docking shuttle. That was two and half years ago.
Hi, I'm Autumn Sinnow and this is my autobiography. For starters, some background info. I am 6'1'', red hair, green eyes, freckles, Irish. You know, whole ten yards. I'm not sure where my accent came from. I remember the other kids used to talk like that until I was 4 when I shuttled to some other planet with a bunch of other orphans. I don't know what planet I was born on. I yell a lot. I curse a lot. I fight a lot. As a child, I was an orphan. I've been an orphan as long as I can remember. I'm not sure on my exact age, but I'd say 22. As a child, I was very quiet and timid around the other kids, but I was a vibrant and free-spirited person in private. I kept to myself, rarely making friends and went through most of my childhood like that. I remember frequently stealing off during the day to visit the forests and other interesting places. Around after I turned 9, I was shuttled to another orphanage, losing the small amount of friends I had. Again, the same scenario. I would go to places that weren't well-travelled, letting my curiousity run. I never actually feared for my life during those times, surprisingly. I was happy. I would stay out for days at a time, rarely washing (still don't) or cleaning what little clothes I wore (also still don't). The caretakers at the orphanarium didn't care if some random orphan girl was lost or never came back. That's one less mouth to feed. At 11 I joined a small baseball group, becoming the pitcher and quite a good player. I was taller and more athletic then most of the other kids, boy or girl. At 13, I was shuttled off to a bigger orphananarium. Here, the kids were meaner and more evil-spirited. Instead of just the occasional comments and ignoring me, it turned into physically hurting me and emotional torture. I quickly adapted, learning how to handle it, myself getting tougher and better at handling other kids. I quickly became more physical, overpowering the kids who messed with me and intimdating those were thinking of it. After a few months of that, most of the kids got the message and I was left alone. I became more intimdating, more loud, more dangerous so I could be alone and isolated...and I enjoyed it. I still sorta do. I still love isolation and calmness, as much as I love the chaos and hectic situations. I became loud, intimdating, and dangerous so I could be alone and quiet again. Weird in a way. At 15, I was going to be shuttled again so I ran away. Hit the streets and became homeless. It was hell, at first. At the orphanariums, I only had to worry about being bullied and taunted. Here it was rape, killed, or worse. Everynight I feared that I wouldn't wake up. I have more then a handful of times where I was sure I was going to die or end up in a scenario that would leave me feeling dead inside. Somehow, it never happened. I did end up with a lot of scars, mental and physical. A lot of stuff happened I wish I could forget. Maybe it's for the best I don't, it made me who I was. Over time, as I intimdated more people and made more friends, I was left alone. I eventually joined a group of other kids. We called ourself a "gang" but it was just a ragtag group of kids who stuck together to survive. It made me feel wanted and belonged, though, something I had never felt in my life. It felt good. The reason I was chosen to join the "gang" was because of my theft skills and my ability to escape from situations. The best thieves on the streets were always the most sought after. I never was proud of what I did. I stole from a lot of people. Some of them deserved it, some of them didn't, some of them were worse off then me. I did what I had to do survive. I wish I could go back and stop myself, though. I wasn't in the right for what I did, survival or not. Eventually, after getting hurt enough times, I learned how to fix myself and on top of that, other people. Wounds, infections, cuts, burns, broken arms, you name it. I learned how to make turniquettes, splints, and other haphazard medical devices from the trash and junk around me. I became the doctor of sorts for our group. If a kid had a medical problem, he came to me first and foremost and as word got out, I'd start to have "patients" that were unrelated to the group. Eventually, most of my "patients" were kids outside of my group and I was okay with that. It felt good to help others. It made me feel good. I've always felt I've had a lot of repenting to do. I've done a lot of bad things. A lot of stuff I can't take back. I feel like I owe quite a lot to some moral compass. Helping others was my way of repenting and, even on it's own, it made me feel good. I'd do it regardless if had repention or otherwise. I felt happy doing it. At around 19 a friend told me about a job offer. Some station in space was offering job positions and one of them was something you need no qualifications for: Janitor. They paid decent and had benefits and bonuses. I quickly went to them, asking for a job and was accepted on the spot (I mentioned I was an orphan with no links or ties. NT, huh?). I had found a way to not die on the streets. I was free to move on. I quickly packed what little items I had, took my first shower in a few months, said my goodbyes to the people I'd never see again, and went to the docking shuttle. That was two and half years ago.
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Re: Writing Competition
Have this haiku:
"A writing contest?
For spessmens? The prize is games?
No, the prize is cringe."
"A writing contest?
For spessmens? The prize is games?
No, the prize is cringe."
Shed Wolf Numero Uno
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Re: Writing Competition
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Re: Writing Competition
An0n3 wrote:Have this haiku:
"A writing contest?
For spessmens? The prize is games?
No, the prize is cringe."
if i could thumbs up this would get one
crack is whack but smacks got your back
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Re: Writing Competition
So i wanted to make an entry that maybe captured some of the classic paranoia feel of SS13 with a noir spin, since i hopelessly love the genre. Unfortunately i am incapable of writing anything that is not massively long, so i guess i will just post the first part and hope it is not too dull. Any resemblance to spaceman living or dead is coincidental, i did not want to make a circlejerk out of it.
Spoiler:
Arthur Thomson says, "Since there are no admins I would loging with another account and kill you"
Caleb Robinson laughs.
Arthur Thomson catches fire!
certified good poster
Caleb Robinson laughs.
Arthur Thomson catches fire!
tusterman11 wrote:Can you stop lying? I just asked you and you are was a piece of shiit on me!!!
EngamerAzari's real number one fangirl <3Kor wrote:I wish Wyzack was still an admin.
certified good poster
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Re: Writing Competition
My Haiku:
A competition.
But ERP is still banned.
Therefore no slashfic.
A competition.
But ERP is still banned.
Therefore no slashfic.
Whatever
Spoiler:
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Re: Writing Competition
Well what do you know. I just got done writing this today.
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Re: Writing Competition
Janitor to my brain. Bring a foam grenade.
(... spoiler your NSFW, at least warn us first)
(... spoiler your NSFW, at least warn us first)
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Re: Writing Competition
"A fire had broken out in Engineering.
Naturally, as atmospheric technicians, it was our duty to respond to it. The only problem was that the fire was plasma caused, and not a small electrical fire like we had expected. Upon opening Engineering's entrance, my co-worker standing beside me with the extinguisher got instantly blasted with a facefull of superheated plasma. The inferno seared through his cheap suit and he was then engulfed in flames; I had to get hell out and by the time we could recover his body it had been charred to ashes. I never caught his name.
By the time we were actually able to contain the fires, the SMES cells had been damaged beyond repair. The CE claimed the fire had been started by a negligent engineer with the plasma canister, but I was told that an unofficial investigation that took place on what remained of SS13 revealed that the corpses had more than just burn scars on them... but, since he was the only one left alive at the time to tell what happened, that's what the official NT incident report states. Either way, we were left without a staff to manage the engine or the solars, so the AI had to initiate an emergency shutdown of the engine with what little power was left in the grid. The station went dark very quickly after that."
The inspector raised his hand to pause me as he wrote something in his notebook. After a few seconds he motioned for me to continue.
“Tell me about this medbay incident.”
"Well, I remember as I was in the medbay, I had been recovering from the burns I had suffered, when the lights went out. Then communications. The CMO, who had been worried life support systems would also fail before the ERTs arrived, left the medbay early to discuss with the other heads of staff about an emergency evac. A short while after she left, I left the treatment center after hearing there was a commotion in one of the recovery rooms that a patient had started convulsing, apparently in shock. As the doctors had crowded around this man, what I had witnessed, inspector... it was not human. His face was distorting into an unrecognizable mess. As the doctors scrambled to figure out how to stabilize him, the patient suddenly sprouted these frightening tendrils from his hands, and seized the face of the doctor nearest to him. We all recoiled in shock as the doctor's body contorted and he began to deflate like a balloon... It was as if he was absorbing him, inspector. The rest of us there erupted out of the room in hysterical fear after that, and as I glanced back at the room, I could hear his muffled screams turning into this horrific sound of what I can only describe as... his innards or something being sucked right out of his face. The terrified shouting caught the attention of an officer in the hallway, and as we took time to tell him of what we saw, he looked at us through his visor with this look of condescension. He told us to step aside, and with the officer in front of us we approached the room once more; only the horrific sounds coming from it earlier had stopped. He mumbled something about space drugs as he opened the door to patient room #3, and the smirk on his face had instantly vanished as he stood in the doorway, frozen. The patient who had attacked the doctor was missing. A nurse screamed in terror as the corpse of what used to be a doctor lay mangled on the floor, his body having what appeared to have been sucked dry of all his blood and muscle, and nothing but dead skin and bone remained. The officer looked at us for a moment, and then he tilted his helmet forward to hide his expression. He cleared his throat and quipped something about reporting this incident to his superiors and left in a hurry after that."
The inspector unclasped his hands from the table and motioned to a charcoal uniformed officer standing next to him. He whispered something into his ear, and the two exchanged glances before the officer exited the room.
"Did you encounter what you saw in the medbay any other times that shift?"
"No, but damned weird things started happening around the station after that. The CMO never did manage to call the emergency shuttle. Although, I ran into her in the tool storage while I was searching for a flashlight and she gave me this creepy stare, and she started approaching me as if she was trying to grab me... I was scared shitless by that point, so I got the hell out of there and started looking for security to report to, when I ran by Cargo and I saw the CE being cornered by the HoS and a few of his men. I approached them to figure out what the hell was going on, when one of the officers seized me by the collar, slammed me against the wall and pointed his energy gun at my face. He started screaming to the others that I "might be one of them", but as his back was turned, the CE let out this terrifying scream, no human scream, that sent me right onto my knees and made my ears bleed. I watched as he suddenly bolted out of the foyer faster than I have seen any man run, and the officers stood up, threw me aside and they sprinted down the hallway after him. At that moment I had decided I had enough of this spooky shit and so by the time the ERTs arrived I had barricaded and welded myself, alone, in atmospherics. So intense was my paranoia that I had initially attacked the ERT officer who came to rescue me. At that point whoever the hell was out there certainly wasn't human, and if it did look human, I damned well didn't trust it."
When I finished talking, a troop of officers was waiting at my shoulder to escort me out.
Naturally, as atmospheric technicians, it was our duty to respond to it. The only problem was that the fire was plasma caused, and not a small electrical fire like we had expected. Upon opening Engineering's entrance, my co-worker standing beside me with the extinguisher got instantly blasted with a facefull of superheated plasma. The inferno seared through his cheap suit and he was then engulfed in flames; I had to get hell out and by the time we could recover his body it had been charred to ashes. I never caught his name.
By the time we were actually able to contain the fires, the SMES cells had been damaged beyond repair. The CE claimed the fire had been started by a negligent engineer with the plasma canister, but I was told that an unofficial investigation that took place on what remained of SS13 revealed that the corpses had more than just burn scars on them... but, since he was the only one left alive at the time to tell what happened, that's what the official NT incident report states. Either way, we were left without a staff to manage the engine or the solars, so the AI had to initiate an emergency shutdown of the engine with what little power was left in the grid. The station went dark very quickly after that."
The inspector raised his hand to pause me as he wrote something in his notebook. After a few seconds he motioned for me to continue.
“Tell me about this medbay incident.”
"Well, I remember as I was in the medbay, I had been recovering from the burns I had suffered, when the lights went out. Then communications. The CMO, who had been worried life support systems would also fail before the ERTs arrived, left the medbay early to discuss with the other heads of staff about an emergency evac. A short while after she left, I left the treatment center after hearing there was a commotion in one of the recovery rooms that a patient had started convulsing, apparently in shock. As the doctors had crowded around this man, what I had witnessed, inspector... it was not human. His face was distorting into an unrecognizable mess. As the doctors scrambled to figure out how to stabilize him, the patient suddenly sprouted these frightening tendrils from his hands, and seized the face of the doctor nearest to him. We all recoiled in shock as the doctor's body contorted and he began to deflate like a balloon... It was as if he was absorbing him, inspector. The rest of us there erupted out of the room in hysterical fear after that, and as I glanced back at the room, I could hear his muffled screams turning into this horrific sound of what I can only describe as... his innards or something being sucked right out of his face. The terrified shouting caught the attention of an officer in the hallway, and as we took time to tell him of what we saw, he looked at us through his visor with this look of condescension. He told us to step aside, and with the officer in front of us we approached the room once more; only the horrific sounds coming from it earlier had stopped. He mumbled something about space drugs as he opened the door to patient room #3, and the smirk on his face had instantly vanished as he stood in the doorway, frozen. The patient who had attacked the doctor was missing. A nurse screamed in terror as the corpse of what used to be a doctor lay mangled on the floor, his body having what appeared to have been sucked dry of all his blood and muscle, and nothing but dead skin and bone remained. The officer looked at us for a moment, and then he tilted his helmet forward to hide his expression. He cleared his throat and quipped something about reporting this incident to his superiors and left in a hurry after that."
The inspector unclasped his hands from the table and motioned to a charcoal uniformed officer standing next to him. He whispered something into his ear, and the two exchanged glances before the officer exited the room.
"Did you encounter what you saw in the medbay any other times that shift?"
"No, but damned weird things started happening around the station after that. The CMO never did manage to call the emergency shuttle. Although, I ran into her in the tool storage while I was searching for a flashlight and she gave me this creepy stare, and she started approaching me as if she was trying to grab me... I was scared shitless by that point, so I got the hell out of there and started looking for security to report to, when I ran by Cargo and I saw the CE being cornered by the HoS and a few of his men. I approached them to figure out what the hell was going on, when one of the officers seized me by the collar, slammed me against the wall and pointed his energy gun at my face. He started screaming to the others that I "might be one of them", but as his back was turned, the CE let out this terrifying scream, no human scream, that sent me right onto my knees and made my ears bleed. I watched as he suddenly bolted out of the foyer faster than I have seen any man run, and the officers stood up, threw me aside and they sprinted down the hallway after him. At that moment I had decided I had enough of this spooky shit and so by the time the ERTs arrived I had barricaded and welded myself, alone, in atmospherics. So intense was my paranoia that I had initially attacked the ERT officer who came to rescue me. At that point whoever the hell was out there certainly wasn't human, and if it did look human, I damned well didn't trust it."
When I finished talking, a troop of officers was waiting at my shoulder to escort me out.
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Re: Writing Competition
This ends tomorrow.
- NikNakFlak
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Re: Writing Competition
This is closed, awaiting voting now.
- NikNakFlak
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Re: Writing Competition
It has been determined by our panel of judges that CosmicScientist's Mime story is the winner.
Thank you to all who participated.
Thank you to all who participated.
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Re: Writing Competition
-nods approvingly and showers confetti over CosmicScientist-
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