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quote:A deliberately over-engineered or overdone machine that performs a very simple task in a very complex fashion - Rube Goldberg Machine. Q: What is Space Station 13? A: Space Station 13 is a top down 2D multiplayer spaceman game, running on BYOND. It features an overwhelming amount of depth and complexity beneath simplistic cartoon graphics. It is a melting pot of ideas and genres, has tons of replayability, and generates fantastic and often hilarious stories. The game centres around a research station, owned by a giant corporation known as NanoTrasen somewhere off in deep space. The game functions in rounds, and at the beginning of each round every player picks a job as a crew member on the station. These vary from anything to an Engineer, Scientist or Medical Doctor, down to the lower responsibility roles such as Janitor and Assistant. The gist is to perform your role and help keep the station running in a tidy and ordered fashion, which you'll quickly find to be impossible. When the crew aren't turning on each other through sheer paranoia, they will also face various kinds of danger depending on the round: Sleeper Agents hell bent on sabotage, Soul-Sucking Aliens, RPG toting Syndicate Operatives and more. Not to mention the occupational hazards of working in space: Meteor showers, Radiation storms, Airlock mishaps and Catastrophic engine failure. These dangers have their toll, and can usually result in the death of everyone on board; or for those that survive long enough, a death defying run for the escape shuttle. What do smart gamer folk think of this 2D Spaceman game? Rock Paper Shotgun posted:A sci-fi multiplayer sandbox with the same utterly batshit more-is-more design as Dwarf Fortress. Creator of DayZ, Dean Hall posted:I love Space Station 13! It's awesome. PC Gamer UK Magazine posted:Listed #45 - THE TOP 50 FREE PC GAMES PC Gamer posted:Almost anything is possible, every round is different, and everyone is insane. And those are just some of the reasons I love Space Station 13 Tom, BYOND founder posted:Wow, that's insane. It's a loving miracle that even compiles at all.. Sounds awesome. How do I play? As previously mentioned, Space Station 13 runs on the BYOND gaming platform. For years it was assumed SS13 ran poorly due to BYOND. In reality, SS13's performance is directly related to the ineptitude of its own coders over the last decade, which is rather embarassing. Tom runs BYOND, but over the years development and improvements have come slowly, if at all. This is just something we'll have to deal with, unless Tom gets a constant stream of cash flow to maybe fix some of the bigger problems.. Our wiki contains all the info you need to get set up to play, but in case you don't want to read that, here's the process: 1) Go to BYOND, download their client, and install it. 2) Register an account with BYOND. OPTIONAL STEP) If you want to authenticate your account as being goon-owned, go here and follow the instructions you're given. 3) Log into the BYOND client. If it pops up any updates at you, download them and restart the client. OPTIONAL STEP]) If you want to have the servers on a quick list for you to click in BYOND, go to Space Station 13's byond page and add it to your favorites. You're now all set up to connect to the game! Bear in mind you want to connect to the "LLJK" (previously Gibbed) servers if you want the goon servers. You can do that one of a few ways: * Click the links in your quick list, if you decided to set it up. *OR* Hit Ctrl+O in the byond window and enter either byond://ss13.lljk.net:26100/ or byond://ss13.lljk.net:26200/ in the prompt. *OR* Have the BYOND client open and click one of these banners: EU Server: I joined the game and... what the gently caress is going on? How do I do anything?! I may have neglected to mention that this game has a kind of unforgiving learning curve. It's much better than it used to be, but compared to your average videogame there's a bit of figuring out and discovering you have to do before you can really function effectively. You may want to observe your first few games if you have the patience for it, just to get a feel for how the game generally goes down. Again, our wiki has an article to get you up to speed and you really should read it! In case you don't want to, here's some basic pointers but don't be suprised if you end up getting confused: Animated .Gif tutorial #1: Picking up, Selecting and Dropping Objects (More to come) Is there a list of controls? Controls are both keyboard and mouse. Use the keys to move your character around, and the mouse to interact with objects and select commands off the command panel. You can also type commands in manually. We recommend you use the new WASD hotkey mode! [added Sep 2013!] Here's a list: [TAB] = [Toggle W,A,S,D Movement] [T] = [Say] [X] = [Toggle Throw] [C] = [Use active hand] [E] = [Switch hands] Default movement and shortcut keys: * If your main screen goes black, you've either been knocked out, blinded or are dying. * Once you're dead, you're dead for the rest of the round unless someone revives you. There's no need to hang around if you don't want to if you're dead, you can come back for another round later on once the current one is finished. * If you're confused about how to play, you can adminhelp us and ask how it's done. Try to actually make an effort to figure it out for yourself first please, though! Help! I'm totally lost, where am I? Please consult your new Cogstation Map [Current as of 2 August 2013]! So i've figured out how to move around and all that. What now? Now you figure out what job you want to play as. The jobs aren't hard-locked or anything - anyone can do any task in the game, the jobs mainly decide who has access to what. If an assistant tries to get into Research for example, he'll find the doors won't even let him in because he's not supposed to be there! This goes for a few other things on the station too, but it's mostly the doors. Here's a basic rundown of the jobs and what they're expected to do: Command Staff Captain: Highest authority on the station. This is akin to painting a huge target on yourself. Head of Personnel: Direct superior of all civilian-class jobs. Sort of an evil vizier to the captain. Often vanishes without a trace a few minutes in. Chief Engineer: Direct superior of the engineering department. Slaps the Engineers for not starting the engine. Research Director: Direct superior of the science division. Decides who should be researching what. Head of Security: Direct superior of the station's security forces. A special job you can only get via application! Engineering Staff Engineer: Responsible for starting the engine and keeping up maintenance. They seldom do either. Mechanic: Tinkers who can build all sorts of fixtures like vending machines and computers. Miner: Goes off to the asteroid belt and beats up rocks to get ore to send to the station. Quartermaster: Sell and order supplies for the station. Try to turn a profit by negotiating with traders. Science Staff Scientist: Does science on explosives, chemicals, artifacts and the fabric of space-time itself. Roboticist: One of two jobs capable of bringing back the dead. Puts people's brains into cyborg units. Geneticist: The other job capable of revival. Creates clones and superpowered mutants. Medical Doctor: Doesn't do any science, but tries to stop people from dying. Emphasis on "tries". Security Staff Security Officer: Tries to keep everyone from murdering each other. Throws criminals in the brig to cool off. Detective: Tries to find out who did the crimes. In theory. In practice he just shoots people with his gun. Civilian Staff Botanist: Grows plants and produce in Hydroponics. Yes, that includes weed. Janitor: Clean up messes, slip up other crew members on your freshly clean floors. Chef: Makes meals for the crew, usually from the crew. Barman: A classy gent who reduces the bar's patrons to slurring, vomiting wrecks. Chaplain: Normally of minimal use, but immune to the evil spells of wizards and vampires. Assistant: The idea is they assist the other jobs with their duties. The reality is they're a hideous horde of grey-suited vermin. Okay, so I got myself a job. What happens now? You either do your job and try to help the station, or ignore it altogether and go on wacky hijinks of your choosing. That is if you don't run afoul of whoever the station's enemy is this round. The game is played in rounds that end when either the foes of the station win, or the station is evacuated and the work shift ends. (Evacuation is usually counted as a victory for the crew.) There's always a catch to the round though - a randomly selected crewmember could be a traitor with a mission and various devious spy gear, a hideous alien creature bent on absorbing the crew's DNA and stealing their identities, a vampire out to suck the crew's blood, an evil wizard with dark magic spells, or even more weird stuff can occur like a group of terrorists trying to blow the station up with a nuclear bomb, or an outright anti-capitalist revolution gripping the crew. Be aware that any of the crew may be trying funny stuff anyway, since that's the nature of the game - the game became popular from tales of it essentially being a grief simulator, and to some extent it still is. Bannings have been relaxed recently, though you'll still cop a punishment for being really rampantly unfunny. (Yes this is down to moderator discretion, so be sure your scheme isn't played out or trite before you carry it out.) I'm still not convinced this is the game for me... How about a list of various bits and pieces we've got going on? * Our coders add new features and squash bugs quite often. * Powerful admin tools allow our admins to spice up dull rounds with whatever gimmicks they may be able to think of. * Active admin staff keep stupid griefers and unfunny idiots off the servers. (Note that clever griefers are excluded from this treatment.) * It's easy to build new things with the raw resources lying around the station. Want to build your own room? Sure! Fill it with vending machines? Of course, just call an electrician! * A Chemicals and reagents system which interacts with all kinds of other game mechanics. Want to melt someone with acid by throwing it on their face? How about filling up a spritzer bottle with napalm for a deadly prank? * Ridiculous stories to be made and told by the various crazy poo poo the crew end up doing! * It's free! I enjoy the concept of the game, but jesus christ..Any plans to remake it on something that isn't BYOND? Yes! We're working on the Space Station 13 Remake. Head over to our site to see how we're doing! Space Station 13 in video format! Razage's Lets Play SS13 series! Official Thread here: http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3568045&pagenumber=1 PlumpHelmetPunk also does pretty great 'Let's Plays' of SS13 Other Space Station 13 related threads on these forums: Old Old Thread - You'll need archives to view it. This one is OLD. Old Thread - Started May 16, 2012. Secrets of Space Station 13 - Found a cool or funny thing you'd like to share without everyone and their mother knowing about it? Post it here! SS13-related Sites you might like to visit: GOON HUB: Stat tracking site for the goonstation servers: The Goonstation Wiki - The closest thing you'll get to a game manual. Be aware there's a lot of old and outdated information on here due to stuff in the game being changed quite often and the lack of wiki staff to keep it up to date and beat the crap out of the wiki in general. The Goonstation Forums - Got banned? Come here to appeal it. Got suggestions or want to discuss various things? We've got that too. PLEASE DO NOT POST ANY UNBAN REQUESTS OR DISCUSS YOUR BAN IN THIS TOPIC, GO TO OUR FORUM TO TO THAT! All it does is generates a bunch of drama and pisses off the SA board administrators, which we don't want to do! Also, our IRC channel is #goonstation on synirc.net! I can't believe I'm forced to write something as monumentally ridiculous as this, but don't loving poo poo up this thread with your dumb posts about poo. Nobody wants to read your low effort content-free poo poo post Kernel Monsoon fucked around with this message at 21:56 on May 17, 2014 |
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Reserved For Classic SS13 Stories: Hero Monkey Angry Diplomat posted:When I handed the auth disk to a random helpful monkey, I was thinking, "oh poo poo, nobody will expect a monkey to have the disk. This is the best idea ever!" I could never have known how incredibly, fatefully right I was. Daeren posted:For those who weren't in the round, Angry was the captain and gave the disk to the monkey. I and a bunch of other guys, meanwhile, were syndicates, and for a bunch of people really rusty at the role with only a loose plan, we were actually terrifyingly efficient. We bombed telescience, the armory, genetics, the captain's quarters, and chemistry all in about the same span of time and descended on the station like locusts, running to each other's rescue and murdering/spacing at least half a dozen people who came to the brig to stop us, including the captain. However, we noticed the captain didn't have the disk, so we went on a giant manhunt for it before we put two and two together from radio announcements, realizing a monkey was running around with it. When I found it, well...this is a pretty accurate summation. Angry Diplomat posted:Also don't forget that the monkey paused near the end of the round, pulled out a piece of paper, labeled it I WON'T LET YOU DOWN CAPTAIN, dropped it and pointed at it so that the ghosts could see his message. The greatest monkey Angry Diplomat posted:I believe a Syndicate agent was trying to stun the monkey with it while he hid under tables in the bar. He succeeded only in arming the monkey further.
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If you are interested in playing this; be aware that you will most likely knock yourself out trying to put on a pair of shoes in your first game.
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Stealing some stories from the old thread.Angry Diplomat posted:The Doom Peel Angry Diplomat posted:Don't accept medical treatment from The Devil: diabolic possession for fun and profit Angry Diplomat posted:My god, it's full of butt, part 1: the Cluwne factory Somebody post DISASSEMBLE.
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# ? May 29, 2013 06:28 |
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Be advised, the station can and will violently explode for little to no reason. Learn what internals are and use them!
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This bug seems to pop up from time to time: If whenever you click on an in game menu button (choosing hair, changing valve pressure, ordering stuff from QM, etc.) it opens up a tab in your web browser then you need to update Internet Explorer. EDIT: Electricians are Mechanics now. girth brooks part 2 fucked around with this message at 07:36 on May 29, 2013 |
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Someone must tell the tale of Mad King Elmo
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Free beatbeat!
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You don't test the macho man, not ever not never
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Average Days on Space Station 13 The station fell into the sun. One day, it arrived and began to devour the station. The world's most deadly merry-go-round, made of cargo loaders and garbage crushers. The generator migrated to the chapel and demanded worship. The Syndicate carved up the station with a sectioner beam. Thor pissed off the crew by zapping everyone with lightning and throwing a hammer at them. They shoved him into a crate and fired him into space. Odin showed up for revenge and, after a period of smashing things, took residence in the Bridge. A clown tried to attack him and was repelled. There was an accident. Space stopped working correctly. The station was torn from its moorings and sent elsewhere. The Head of Security and the Chaplain valiantly hold a fire at bay with extinguishers and a medibot... ...but are forced to retreat. Archenteron posted:Someone must tell the tale of Mad King Elmo Elmo came to the station one day. Elmo was not happy. Nobody was tickling elmo and the elmo did not like it. The elmo began to stalk the crew, hurling spears at them with deadly precision from the shadows. la la, la la la la, la la elmo's world atomicthumbs fucked around with this message at 08:00 on May 29, 2013 |
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Cooking in this game is very, very robust. I should also get around to retelling stories of the old stations, including one where I got to test-drive an early Changeling feature as the clown.
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# ? May 29, 2013 07:47 |
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Jebediah Flarearms says, "HEY" Jebediah Flarearms says, "They killed me because I was dragging Scruffy to Sex." Jebediah Flarearms says, "Sec*" Jebediah Flarearms says, "NOT THAT." Jebediah Flarearms says, "loving typos."
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Bellegar the Wise pissed in God's eye. God blinked.Weedlord Cheeto posted:Lance Schaeffer has been stunned with the stun baton by Sveta Odryna! girth brooks part 2 fucked around with this message at 09:12 on May 29, 2013 |
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I haven't played this in more than a year, but it warms my heart to see at least one story with me in it in the OP.
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I was one of the chefs in that Chefs vs Zombies screenshot. It all started with more than one captain arriving at the station. There were in fact closer to five captains. The captains gathered on the bridge to bask in the glory of their big, green hats. Little did they know that fate took unkindly to their hubris. The bridge was stormed by a flock of zombies. Back to back with their fellow captain, cussing up storms, they fell to the zombie horde. The station went quiet as the AI announced to the public that the captain convention had been utterly destroyed. They were now part of the undead horde. Centcom responded to the threat by deploying clowns. Lots and lots of clowns. Honks and squeeky footsteps were heard throughout the station as the clumsy, red-nosed gentlemen went forth and died in scores to silly deaths like stumbling in areas exposed to vacuum and stumbling infront of zombies. Next came the chefs. Lots and lots of chefs. Swedish accents broke the sadness of a captain con ruined and a clown posse decimated by Darwinism. Rolling pins in hand, they cut down the undead like lambs for the slaughter. Many a brave Swede fell that day, but among the gibs of their friends, stood a brave few and declared the station free. It was time to feast, and there was plenty to cook. Attack on Princess fucked around with this message at 10:05 on May 29, 2013 |
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Some more stories from the old thread, because what better way to ring in the new than by filling it with poo poo from the old! Eponymous posted:I just was Quartermaster, and we kind of got screwed as far as materials: none in high demand, and it wasn't going to reset for 45 minutes. The other Quartermaster said I should just do whatever that round, and I (having just found out last game you could bulk order monkeys) asked if I should distribute monkeys atomicthumbs posted:Here, have some context-free screenshots: Pookum posted:Spooky Station! OrangeSoda posted:I remember this round, it was incredibly fun.
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Donnerberg posted:I was one of the chefs in that Chefs vs Zombies screenshot. It all started with more than one captain arriving at the station. There were in fact closer to five captains. The captains gathered on the bridge to bask in the glory of their big, green hats. Little did they know that fate took unkindly to their hubris. The bridge was stormed by a flock of zombies. Back to back with their fellow captain, cussing up storms, they fell to the zombie horde. The station went quiet as the AI announced to the public that the captain convention had been utterly destroyed. They were now part of the undead horde. The screenshots you're referring to haven't been posted here on SA, they're over on the goonstation forums. I'll crosspost them for you! Tteckk posted:War... War never changes..
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My terrible Bellegar adventure made it into the OP! I'm so special (if anyone new is confused by it - wizard rounds end when the wizard dies, and I was disguised as Sveta, you can only give away disguises by speaking or taking your mask/helmet off. Also, farting on the Bible kills you, and the Chaplain was holding it when I killed him)
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Looking forward to many more years of 2d spessmens My only shame is that I've been playing since 2010 and I haven't made my way into any historic stories. It's me, I'm the worst player.
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Space Station 13 fan art - not mine, don't know the source, but it's been my netbook's desktop picture since I saw it in the other thread. Stoca Zola fucked around with this message at 16:12 on May 29, 2013 |
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My favorite personal story: As a geneticist you have a few unique tools at your disposal, one of which is the ability to make UI + UE injectors. Basically it is a syringe that can change your name and appearance. Useful for two things, concealing traitors and spreading grief. I started the round by sneakily getting the AI to scan me into the cloning machine, where I used discs to transfer my own UI + UE over to the machine that makes the injectors, a decision the AI would later come to regret. I label the injector 'Sex Appeal' and stuff it in my backpack. It is a big no-no to actually inject people forcibly, however if randomly scattered around the station I cannot be held responsible for the person who injects themselves. My first destination is the bar, where I put the needle right on the main counter, and sit back sipping a beer innocuously. The first person who cruises into the bar is none other than our noble Captain. He plants himself in front of the injector for several moments, probably contemplating the risks and rewards of using a dubiously labeled DNA injector. He goes for it, injects himself, and BAM -- He becomes a genetic copy of me. "drat Captain, looking good!" I compliment. He immediately commits suicide. I haul his corpse back to genetics, intent to do him a solid by cloning him, but whoever it was logged off in frustration. Satisfied with my results I began mass-producing these injectors and scattering them to the four corners of the station using the Captain's ID. Sure enough more and more people begin to assume my name. Another person came into genetics and began making more Sex Appeal injectors in my absence, and was actually injecting others. Some others who retained their own name made it their mission to flush them all down disposals when then found them... though the helpful Janitor (who bore my name) simply retrieved them and spread them around the station again. The round descended into chaos, two traitors injected themselves plus maybe around 10-15 regular crew also having my name made it very hard to identify the real trouble. A few clones were on 'my' side (our side?) yet many were resentful of their new name and formed an angry mob and administered some street justice, fortunately I'd switched clothes and ID's so the poor soul they found making injectors was not the real me, and was beaten to death. They then erased the injector data in the computer, though fortunately I kept the discs on me as a backup and the steady flow of Sex Appeal continued. The round began to drag, so before I called the shuttle I gave the station one final gift, I used the Captian's ID to get to the AI upload and change its name to mine as well. I was job-banned for a couple weeks after that. Willfrey fucked around with this message at 17:29 on May 29, 2013 |
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Wow WOW not putting my videos in the OP huh? Rude
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bring back poo
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Diplomacy between traitor types doesn't always work out.
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I was banned from the game and the game forums several months ago, who can I talk to about appealing this ban?
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semper wifi posted:bring back poo Go away, you are not funny. Sir_Seth posted:I was banned from the game and the game forums several months ago, who can I talk to about appealing this ban? Updated the bottom of the OP with instructions. For some reason I hadn't added them in my half-asleep state last night.
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Supernorn posted:Go away, you are not funny. Poo was funny for a little while because it made people mad but then got unfunny but now that it's gone making people mad by demanding it comes back is funny. Bringing back poo is the new poo.
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Dauntasa posted:Bringing back poo is the new poo. Until I can make a "bring back poo" smoke, it's not the new poo.
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Dr Cheeto posted:Until I can make a "bring back poo" smoke, it's not the new poo. There should be a chemical that makes anyone injected with it say "Bring back poo!" on repeat. Fakeish edit: It's name should be pooa or something like that.
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# ? May 29, 2013 21:30 |
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Bring back the Clown job, HONK
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Holy gently caress, shut up about poo.
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Yeah you're just coming across as dumb unfunny idiots, once again.
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Poo was the best thing about goonstation. Sorry for the truth!
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poo was funny and there was no reason for removing it it was an integral part of the ss13 experience and the people who removed it didn't/don't even play the game anymore
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The removal of poo turned this game into a piece of poo poo. The stench of feces is still here the only difference is now it's not funny and just bad.
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Video Game Idol posted:The removal of poo turned this game into a piece of poo poo. The stench of feces is still here the only difference is now it's not funny and just bad. The removal of poo turned you into a piece of poo poo. The stench of feces is still coming from your mouth and the only difference is now it's not funny and just bad. Get over it and go find a new thing to piss people off with. I can't believe this thread couldn't go one loving page without this being brought up again. gently caress.
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Wait, are people actually unironically mad about the removal of poo?
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Here's a beginner's SS13 story from the old thread. I don't remember who it came from exactly but it's one of my favorites ------------------------ It started out pretty blandly. I joined late and had to be an assistant. I wandered around the corridors until I reached genetics. "Come one, come all! Everybody come on over to genetics and have your wildest dreams come true!" boomed a voice from the doorway. My curiosity was piqued, so I knocked on the glass door and asked what sort of wild dreams they would be providing, but received no answer. Well, fine. I'll just go off and have my own wild dreams then. Screw you guys. I wandered around the station until I found a random door leading into the dark maintenance hallways that opened for me. Cautiously, I wandered in. I knew I wasn't exactly supposed to be there, but hey, why not? I turned on my PDA light and explored around until I found a crate filled with electrical tools. Cool! Now I might actually be able to do something useful. I kept wandering around the hallways until I discovered a broken panel that lead into what I think was the HOS office. It had a terminal with security cameras, some kind of recharger, a locker, and a desk with a bottle of vodka on it. I knew that guy must need to drink on the job. After viewing the cameras for a bit, I wandered back into the passageway. I could see a thin red line running along the floor that must indicate power going somewhere. Hmm, I wonder what this powers? What would happen if I were to cut it? I'll just use the crowbar I picked up to lift up the panel covering it a-*ZAP* I lay unconscious for a moment until some other person passes me by and revives me. I thank them and they go on their way. Oh! that wire was live AND uncovered. Ok, that must be why I got shocked when I hit it with the crowbar. this time, I'll use the wire cutters and carefu-*ZAP* Welp, that didn't work, either. I'm now unconscious again. Another person wanders by and revives me again. I thank them as well and decide that playing with power isn't really worth it. I wander along some more until I come upon an unconscious person. Examining them reveals that they may, in fact, be dead. Before I can do anything about it, yet another person comes along and drags them away. Just as I'm about to ask them what's going on, a 2nd body appears in the hallway, this one entirely naked. Apparently, it came from a chute that was running along the floor. Suddenly, 3 more copies of that same body come flying out of the chute. The person comes back from dragging the first body away and informs me that the 4 people here are the results of a guy being cloned a bunch of times and killed. Ok... that seems odd... But whatever. I offer to help him move them and he declines, so I go on my way. Very shortly after leaving that mess, I pass by a person in the passageway. The person turns around, runs up to me, then turns and runs away again. Ok, that's a bit weird but whatever... Oooohhhhh bbbooooyyyy.... I dunt felll gud... *drool* *thud* My vision alternated between the darkness of sleep, and a weird white haze as I fade in and out of "reality". I can see myself being dragged somewhere and I desperately try to resist whatever's going on and wake myself up. I can sometimes hear another person snoring nearby. I begin to fear for my life. Eventually though, my vision clears and I am able to stand up. I have no idea where I am or what's going on. I know I'm in a dark room on the edge of the station, and that there's a glass window looking out into space with a nice view of a couple guys in space suits doing... something out there. But something's wrong. I can't walk properly. My speech is slurred and I'm acting weirdly. Just trying to go in one direction has my feet moving randomly as if I'm pressing every direction key at once. I try to use my radio, but find I lack the coordination to do so. One of the guys outside glides over to the window and begins tapping on it with a fire extinguisher. I try to wave, but instead, I drool, then giggle, then poo poo and pee myself a bit. I think I'm going insane. this is some weird dream, and I have no idea what to do. Just as I regain the ability to walk right, the guy outside smashes through the glass window and into the room, evacuating all the air. I drag myself out of the room just in time to avoid suffocation, and find myself in... I think the chapel. There are 2 people in there, busily arranging food items in a meticulous pattern. There's splatters of blood and poo all over the walls. I try to calmly ask them if they know what's going on, but all I can manage to do is jabber and scream my words. I'm still farting, peeing, giggling, and falling over uncontrollably, and generally acting very strangely. Without saying anything, the two people get up and begin moving towards me, in perfect unison. I freak out a bit and make a dash for the glass door, slamming into it face first and falling over onto the floor, like some unlucky cat in a cartoon. As I pull myself back up, the door opens and I hightail it out of there before those two creeps can get me. I wander through the halls, attempting to get help from any of the people wandering around, all the while trailing poo poo stains and pee behind me. Eventually, I make it to medical, which in retrospect was a mistake. I never got to see inside medical. The door would not open for me. Two men dressed in pink jumpsuits and another in a grey shirt were there. The pink guys were milling around, doing various things and the grey one was standing there, pants-less, with a literal stream of diarrhea and blood just flowing from him endlessly. One of the pink guys grabs a fire extinguisher and belts the pooing man in the head. He goes down and falls unconscious in his own feces, still making GBS threads nonstop, while the other guy just keeps bashing his head in with the fire extinguisher. I'm screaming for anyone in medical to come and help me, but the words just won't flow properly out my mouth. It's all either slurred, or muddled together incomprehensibly. Eventually, I guess the pooing man died, because he stopped making GBS threads everything around him. The pink guy with the fire extinguisher turns to me and belts me in the head, knocking me down. I'm able to resist, get up, and disarm him of his fire extinguisher. I hit him once with it, throw it at him, and sprint as fast as I can away from medical before he can get up. I continue down the halls, back to where it all began: Genetics. The door to genetics is open, so I wander in. There's 2 people in there, one on his back, the other standing there, both apparently brain dead. I try to give myself a dose of antitoxin to see if it will help cure me, but can't figure out how to make it work and end up hitting myself instead. I still can't use the radio right, so I figured I'd just wait till someone came in who looked like they knew what they were doing and ask for help. Well, to my surprise, the very next person to walk in was the guy I saw in that dark room, breaking out the windows. He walks in, and the door shuts behind him. I'm now locked in here with him. Awesome. He ignores my cries for help and walks over to the window and bashes on it with a fire extinguisher. I grab whatever i could and try to stop him, but he turns around, beats me into unconsciousness, and continues his work. I recover just in time to see him break through the window and evacuate all the air from the room. Awesome. I start choking, and quickly die of asphyxiation. Oh great. So that's how this ends. I can hear the ghosts talking now, and I'm kinda pissed. All that stuff was happening, and I'm dead because some rear end in a top hat decided he wanted a convenient doorway out into space from genetics. But what's this? He's dragging my body. Where's he taking me? My vision goes black and I get a little warning saying "cloning process initiated". After a few minutes, I step out of the cloner, naked, with no equipment. The space man is nowhere to be seen, nor is my original body and gear. I'm still trapped in the room, which is exposed to the vacuum of space, but I'm essentially all better now. That's... an interesting turn of events. I dash for the door and begin screaming to anyone that can hear me to open up, for the love of god, I'm gonna die in here! Luckily, someone wandered up to the door and it opened for them, which allowed me to dash to freedom, and life. Hooray! I'm alive! Again! I'm naked, tool-less, and confused, but I'm alive. And that's when I got the warning that the shuttle will be arriving soon. I walk through the hallways, surveying the situation. Everywhere is anarchy. The walls and floors are almost completely covered in poo and blood. People are running through the halls in a panic, attacking each other. One man ran by me, stopped, quivered furiously and exploded into a shower of guts and blood. What the flying hell?! I need to get out of here! As I walked through the halls, I come across Officer Beepsky. Surely, he/it should know what the gently caress, right? WRONG. Beepsky heads straight for me, stuns me knocks me down, and cuffs me. Before anything else can happen, a passerby drags me away, stands me up, uncuffs me, and brings me back around. I can't even type out a proper thank you before another person runs up to me, pushes me down, and tries to cuff me as well. I'm able to resist and get up, and the helpful stranger starts shouting "RUN" while leading me down the hallway. Well, run I did. I ran like the wind all the way back, past genetics, past the medical area, which was nothing but poo, gibs, and battered, blood soaked bodies, and all the way up to arrivals. I figure that if I can get to the shuttle, I'll be safe. I can hide in the crowd, run around in there, whatever needs to be done. I just have to get to the shuttle. I ran straight for the shuttle airlock with the guy who tried to cuff me right on my heels. Just keep running until you get there. You'll be safe on the shuttle. Just as I ran up to the airlock, I experienced a bit of lag. I think someone set off a bomb of some kind, because there was this tremendous sound and a flash of light. the very next thing I could see was me, floating out in space, since I apparently ran out the airlock when the shuttle hadn't even arrived yet. There was a moment of panic there. My mind went through all the different ways I could try to get back. But I was naked, and couldn't even bring myself to poo, in the hopes of throwing it and hoping to glide back. Then a steady peace washed over me as my skin began to freeze and my blood boiled. There was no turning back. No way to survive. Ah well. Better out here than at the end of some rear end in a top hat's stun baton, I suppose. I died just as I closed out the window.
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neogeo0823 posted:The removal of poo turned you into a piece of poo poo. The stench of feces is still coming from your mouth and the only difference is now it's not funny and just bad. look at this man, reduced to angry shitposting by the mere threat of poo with griefing powers like this how can u not bring poo back?? (USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)
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# ? Apr 19, 2024 16:11 |
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All you need to do is click the 'rap sheet' button to see the kind of sterling people who have taken a stand for poo.
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