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LITERALLY A BIRD
Sep 27, 2008

I knew you were trouble
when you flew in



Brute Squad posted:

only thing missing from the OP is links to previous sagas threads.

Yeah, that's what I perceive as the problem. Having it all in the OP allays the need for anybody to ask about stories and start conversations about them.

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Crowetron
Apr 29, 2009




Ugly In The Morning posted:

Odysseus dressing like a homeless person and throwing salt into his fields because he didn’t want to go on a trip.

*stumbling out of my posting cave, clutching my bloody wounds* Brothers! Nobody has sixered me!

Snowy
Oct 6, 2010

A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth;
One who never feels
The wanton stings and
Motions of the sense






Inceltown posted:

It was an oldpainless joke and punishment should be renaming them youngpainless

Yung Painless

RFC2324
Jun 7, 2012

http 418



LITERALLY A BIRD posted:

Yeah, that's what I perceive as the problem. Having it all in the OP allays the need for anybody to ask about stories and start conversations about them.

I'm with you on this. Maybe we don't need a reboot, but the links should be removed if not

Bismuth
Jun 10, 2010

the belly button hungers

Hell Gem

Does SA vs Peddit count as a saga? In light of Reddit's current pedo controversy I want to know more about that, like how did SA actually get stuff like r/jailbait and stuff closed down? Just bring awareness to it?

Snowy
Oct 6, 2010

A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth;
One who never feels
The wanton stings and
Motions of the sense






Wait you want to remove links to the classic threads?

Seems insane but ok

Taciturn Tactician
Jan 26, 2011

The secret to good health is a balanced diet and unstable healing radiation


Lipstick Apathy

RFC2324 posted:

I'm with you on this. Maybe we don't need a reboot, but the links should be removed if not

Not everyone has archives, so if the stuff's not goldmined people will still need to ask.

LITERALLY A BIRD
Sep 27, 2008

I knew you were trouble
when you flew in



But fewer people have been asking Please believe me, I've been reading this thread and its versions for years. The actual Sagas chat dipped abruptly with this iteration.

GoutPatrol
Oct 17, 2009

Coal Jobs for the Coal God



That's because the drama never stopped.

Always more, always worse and all that.

Snowy
Oct 6, 2010

A man whose blood
Is very snow-broth;
One who never feels
The wanton stings and
Motions of the sense






I’d rather not see groverhaus questions all the time because it was removed from the op, there’s enough other weird poo poo people dredge up to not keep rehashing the classics

E- but I’m probably wrong, do whatever works

LITERALLY A BIRD
Sep 27, 2008

I knew you were trouble
when you flew in



GoutPatrol posted:

That's because the drama never stopped.

Always more, always worse and all that.

Well, the fact nobody looking for a story needs to engage with the thread is pretty self-selecting for drama, too.

LITERALLY A BIRD
Sep 27, 2008

I knew you were trouble
when you flew in



Snowy posted:

I’d rather not [...] keep rehashing the classics

Isn't that the literal original purpose of this series of threads?

Count Uvula
Dec 20, 2011


Bismuth posted:

Does SA vs Peddit count as a saga? In light of Reddit's current pedo controversy I want to know more about that, like how did SA actually get stuff like r/jailbait and stuff closed down? Just bring awareness to it?

IIRC goons compiled a large list of subreddits that were undeniably horrible at even a surface glance along with some really wishy-washy explanations from reddit employees on why they weren't getting shut down, and then other goons sent them to various news agencies until Anderson Cooper ended up reporting on it.

Scarodactyl
Oct 22, 2015




No offense meant, but I don't think making the OP less helpful will improve posting.

pentyne
Nov 7, 2012

I just couldn't look at your old avatar anymore
Fucking nauseating!


The class links are invaluable as cautionary tales of the excesses and depravities of goons past that we learn from so such mistakes are never repeated.

Bismuth
Jun 10, 2010

the belly button hungers

Hell Gem

Count Uvula posted:

IIRC goons compiled a large list of subreddits that were undeniably horrible at even a surface glance along with some really wishy-washy explanations from reddit employees on why they weren't getting shut down, and then other goons sent them to various news agencies until Anderson Cooper ended up reporting on it.

Oh drat, I didnt know it actually made it to Television News™ thats kind of cool, I thought there was more to it than just compiling a list of lovely subreddits though. Always been proud of SA for that

Nuebot
Feb 18, 2013

The developer of Brigador is a secret chud, don't give him money

Snowy posted:

I’d rather not see groverhaus questions all the time because it was removed from the op, there’s enough other weird poo poo people dredge up to not keep rehashing the classics

E- but I’m probably wrong, do whatever works

Here's a dumb idea: fill the OP with a sort of "last time on dragon ball Z" style recap that quotes the last few people to explain a few requests, then replace that every few saga retellings so people don't ask for the same stuff every time, but can still come in, see no one's asked about groverhaus recently then ask about it again once it goes out of style.

LITERALLY A BIRD
Sep 27, 2008

I knew you were trouble
when you flew in



I'll stop harping I guess. Like I said, I just liked it when people would randomly ask about old stories and the thread would talk about and riff on it for a page or two.

Spinz
Jan 7, 2020



I don't think it's the op links that changed the tone of this thread.

For a while we had a mod that relished talking about current drama and the tone and some of the people posting in it shifted a bit. Then we had the whole koalas March thing blow up 80 pages in just a few days here. I thought that caused the change.
?

I agree there's been a change in any event and I hope it gets back to how it used to be. If I had to guess it would have to be an official change to make it go back to the way it used to be. Perhaps those of us that are here are all very familiar with the stories and need the new stuff to keep the thread truly lively. This thread absolutely should not become QCS lite which it was heading towards for a bit.
It's getting better though, that stopped.

(I've lurked this particular thread non-stop for like 10 years now, it's a great thread.)

Boba Pearl
Dec 27, 2019

She / Her

I do CYOA's on the Forums a Webcomic, and An Eldritch Facility Mystery

Everyday you try, you get a little better. Never give up!


There's a bunch of stuff that's not in the OP.

There's like none of the Age of Wushu stories, none of the Eve stories, none of the Space Station 13 stories.

I especially am frustrated, because there was this SS13 story that was hilarious, and all I can remember is that it involved a clown (and if you know anything about SS13 it's that there's always a loving clown.)

Bismuth
Jun 10, 2010

the belly button hungers

Hell Gem

I would like more details (thread links? news articles?) to the SA vs Reddit thing...

Ghost Leviathan
Mar 2, 2017

Exploration is ill-advised




The tricky thing is also that it's rarely at all easy to seperate historical vs current forum drama, especially given how often you get a relitigation of the greatest hits out of nowhere.

TITTIEKISSER69
Mar 19, 2005

I'M JUST HERE TO KISS TITTIESS AND WIN FOOTBALL GAMES!
(AND GET EVERYBODY FIRED)


I'd like to see goons do more additions and updates to SAclopedia with articles concerning sagas.

RFC2324
Jun 7, 2012

http 418



/\/\/\/\ wasn't there some drama around sacyclopedia that made people stop updating it(other than their alts entries)

Ghost Leviathan posted:

The tricky thing is also that it's rarely at all easy to seperate historical vs current forum drama, especially given how often you get a relitigation of the greatest hits out of nowhere.

I don't think anyone was suggesting banning current drama from the thread, just altering the OP so that it encouraged more discussion of historical drama

Spinz
Jan 7, 2020



TITTIEKISSER69 posted:

I'd like to see goons do more additions and updates to SAclopedia with articles concerning sagas.

This would be so great I don't know what the deal is with the SAclopedia at all
Like every time I look up anything it hasn't been touched for like a decade

Hub Cat
Aug 3, 2011

Trunk Lover



Bismuth posted:

I would like more details (thread links? news articles?) to the SA vs Reddit thing...

To Catch a Redditor: Reddit closes a bunch of kid porn forums because of this thread
https://nymag.com/intelligencer/2012/02/policy-shift-reddit-bans-child-pornography.html

LITERALLY A BIRD
Sep 27, 2008

I knew you were trouble
when you flew in



Boba Pearl posted:

There's a bunch of stuff that's not in the OP.

[...] none of the Space Station 13 stories.

I especially am frustrated, because there was this SS13 story that was hilarious, and all I can remember is that it involved a clown (and if you know anything about SS13 it's that there's always a loving clown.)

A quote of a quote from Archives, hth


quote:

The Doom Peel

If a banana peel is left on the floor, anyone who steps on it will slip and fall down. There used to be a Clown job, which started with a banana and was mostly responsible for playing pranks, telling jokes, raising spirits, and getting brutally murdered by the psychotic crew. When my brother first started playing SS13, he chose Clown and spent the entire round slipping people with his banana peel, farting in their faces while they lay stunned, and then peeling out of there like a brightly coloured human rally car while furiously honking his bike horn. He did this so much and so competently that several people were actively trying to murder him, which of course led to more slipping, farting, and honking before he'd lie low in a locker somewhere until they gave up the search.

One particular victim seemed to have terrible luck, as he ran afoul of my brother over, and over, and over again through no apparent fault of his own. He must have spent a third of the round lying on the floor with fart in his face and a cheery HONK HONK HONK ringing in his ears. After pratfalling for the fourteenth or fifteenth time, he impotently screamed, "CLOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!" at his retreating assailant. This had no effect, aside from causing my brother to laugh so hard that it brought him to tears.

That victim was THE OVERWASP, one of the game's administrators.

Rather than get angry, THE OVERWASP saw the humour in my brother's clowny antics. He telepathically instructed him to stand next to his banana peel for a moment, then implanted the clown's consciousness into the peel itself, giving my brother the ability to move it around directly.

As it turns out, a player-controlled banana peel is nothing short of apocalyptic in the right hands. The station rapidly descended into anarchy as police chases became Keystone Kopps fiascoes, Janitors were left facedown in their own suds, and panicking assistants fled shrieking from the demonically-possessed banana peel before it sent them tumbling facefirst into vending machines. In a desperate bid to restore order, one of the heads of staff seized the unholy fruit rind in his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. Striding triumphantly to the airlock to space the offending item, he met his doom when it leaped out of his pocket and slipped him, causing him to careen into the open void and be lost forever.

The escape shuttle was called, and the crew fled in terror, abandoning the station to its new master: the Doom Peel.


Don't accept drinks from The Devil

I played a few rounds as a Bartender named The Devil, with a huge black beard and glowing red eyes. I would start the round by taking several pills of Kelotane (a drug that cures burn damage over time), drinking a bunch of welding fuel, returning to the bar, and setting myself on fire. This produced a large but short-lived cloud of flame around me, giving most of the bar an ominously scorched appearance, and it allowed me keep burning for an extremely long period of time.

Because of the Kelotane in my system, the fire wouldn't actually hurt me; I could just stand around, blazing like a loving bonfire, chatting amiably with people as they tried to decide whether to order drinks or run for a fire extinguisher. So, when a crewmember walked into the bar, he would discover a charred hellhole staffed by a flame-wreathed, red-eyed man named The Devil. A surprising number of people decided to order drinks anyway.

Now, I figure The Devil knows how to throw a loving party. He doesn't just chuck a case of beer on the counter and call it quits, right? So whenever someone ordered a drink, I would mix together some hard liquor (usually vodka and rum), spritz in some welding fuel, and use a syringe to transfer some of my own blood to the glass, creating an unholy devilblood cocktail. Occasionally I would poo and pee in the glass as well, adding Jenkem to the list of Terrible Things Nobody Should Drink that were in the concoction.

Despite the fact that I did all of this gross poo poo in plain sight, just about everybody would take the drat thing and drink it anyway. Contrary to common sense, drinking that horrible sludge didn't really have any major negative effects, aside from moderate drunkenness and perhaps a mild Jenkem addiction. What's significant is that the welding fuel would remain in the imbiber's system for a while - and, party animal that he was, The Devil didn't skimp on the welding fuel.

Most rounds, this all amounted to nothing more than an overeager assistant spraying me with an extinguisher, putting out my hellfire, and incurring the wrath of Satan. But on one fateful round, the Botanist left a shitload of weed in the bar for everyone to enjoy. Paper was found, joints were rolled, someone produced an igniter, and then it was time to spark up.

The bar turned into a loving inferno. Some of the crew stopped, dropped, and rolled like sensible people, while others tried to flee in a drunken fiery panic, which was hilarious to watch because the really drunk ones had scrambled controls and would stagger around in random directions while screaming "Ooooohhhh ggggoooodddd!!" Throughout all of this, The Devil stood at his bar, unharmed by the omnipresent cloud of fire, and laughed uproariously while mainlining vodka.

I don't think anybody died, but some people probably came close. Things just got funnier later on, as Engineering failed to do its job and the station's power went out of whack. Power surges caused lights to explode, and the drinkers who'd left before the fire got hit by the sparks, had the fuel still in their bodies ignite, and promptly immolated their surroundings while screaming in uncomprehending terror. It was Hell on Earth. It was also, to be honest, completely hysterical.

I don't do that anymore, partly because it's kind of a dick move, partly because it gets old fast, and partly because an admin got pretty annoyed with me (but he was cool enough to settle for my promise not to do it anymore). Even so, though, I'll be damned if it wasn't some of the funniest poo poo I'd ever seen.



Don't accept medical treatment from The Devil: diabolic possession for fun and profit

There used to be an SS13 job called the Head Surgeon, which entailed being in charge of Medbay, the Robotics lab, and the Genetics lab. Roboticists can remove brains from people and put them into robot bodies, creating cyborgs; for this reason, there are usually a couple of Assistants hanging out at the Robotics door, begging to be "borged" so they can be cool robot mans instead of lovely greysuits.

Unbeknownst to many, brains can also be put into different bodies. This really doesn't give you anything except a dead dude with some other dude's brain in his head. However, if you bring that body back to life in some way (either using the Genetics lab to clone it, or using a particular complicated chemical mix to resurrect it with a chance of making it gib instead), the player that controls the new clone is determined by the brain - so you've got Joe Schmoe running around in John Q. Public's body.

The Devil did not go to med school to save lives. He did not study and slave just so he could collect a fat paycheque. The Devil practices medicine because he loves to indulge his scientific curiosity (and because he likes the colour red).

My early forays into brain transplantation went rather well. After a few misfires (the Robotics lab was full of blood, gibs, discarded brains, and rotting bodies with empty skulls), I finally got the hang of it and went looking for a likely victim volunteer. As luck would have it, I found a dead Quartermaster lying around in Medbay, and the body was fresh! I dragged him back to my operating table and excitedly pulled out his brain. Then I plugged it into another relatively intact body I had lying around, slapped the corpse into the cloning tube, and... discovered that he couldn't be cloned because the player had logged out. gently caress!

My appointed lab assistant, a delightfully amoral Engineer with a suspiciously firm grasp of brain surgery, saw a silver lining. He laid out the plan, and before long it was The Devil's turn to lie on the operating table. A few snips later and a brand spanking new Quartermaster was stepping out of the cloning pod, naked as a jaybird and healthy as a horse.

A Quartermaster with The Devil's brain. A Quartermaster who was literally The Devil in disguise.

It took less than three minutes for me to completely embezzle the station's entire Cargo budget and funnel it straight into Robotics research. None of the other Quartermasters batted an eye when they saw their coworker walk in and start using the Cargo Bay computer. They sure did yell a lot when they saw that big fat 0 though. I just quietly continued my experiments while my Roboticist lackeys gleefully spent their vast fortune to research nicer cyborg upgrades. Science is its own reward~


Don't accept medical treatment from The Devil: in space, no one can hear you file a malpractice claim

In a later round, I was eager to continue my highly unethical (read: highly hilarious) work. I promptly shuffled off to Robotics, prepped my surgical tools, and walked to the door to look for vict- oh hey an Assistant! What's up, little guy? You want to be borged? Hmm, I do need someone to donate a brain for a little experiment I'm planning. No, I promise I won't throw your brain in the garbage; you will be alive at the end of this. Yes, I know you want to be a Security cyborg - trust me, you will have a totally new lease on life by the end of this! Step into my office...

Idiot brain in hand, I hurried off to Genetics and grabbed a monkey. Previous tests had proven that it was not possible to resurrect monkeys with human brains, which saddened me, but I had a different objective in mind this time around. I dragged the monkey over to the genetic engineering console, put it into the pod, and used my ~mad science~ knowhow to... improve it. Yes, a beautiful new human body for my eager test subject.

He was not very happy to be revived as a black woman with Justin Bieber hair and a randomized name.

After a lengthy tantrum and a minor physical altercation, I calmed my volunteer down by promising to fix the problem. If she would just step into the genetics pod, it would be quite simple for me to make a few little changes that would resolve her complaints. Mollified, the grumbling lass hopped into the pod, which I promptly locked before randomly rolling my face across the keyboard of the genetics computer, bombarding the subject with mutations willy-nilly for a short time. I unlocked the pod and proudly invited my volunteer to step out and survey the changes.

"gently caress" screamed the black woman, falling to the ground and spasming madly, "What the gently caress did you do to me? PISS."

"Interesting," said The Devil, consulting his medical scanner. "It would appear that you are suffering from epilepsy and Tourette's Syndrome."

"COCK!" asserted the woman. "I'm going to loving kill you!"

This drew a frown. "That is not very polite, madam. I was enjoying our professional relationship, but if you are going to behave in this way, I must ask you to leave. I will simply have to find another assistant."

And that is why an insane homeless epileptic uncontrollably cursing naked black woman spent the rest of the round trying to convince anyone who'd listen that The Devil had stolen her identity.



My god, it's full of butt, part 1: the Cluwne factory

One of the round types in SS13 is Wizard, in which a powerful wizard is tasked with completing several objectives, while the crew must attempt to kill him. Wizards get access to a huge variety of spells, but can only choose four of them from the list at the start of the round; these are the spells they are limited to for the whole round.

One such spell is Curse of the Cluwne (at least, I think that's what it's called). This spell is generally considered a choice for "advanced" wizard players, since it has an extremely long cooldown, only targets one opponent, and can only be used at melee range, making it quite risky to use. It's still a popular spell, though, as it is far and away the griefiest spell of all. The Curse instantly transforms its victim into a Cluwne: a morbidly obese, subhuman, epileptic, brain-damaged, amazingly annoying ur-clown named "the cluwne" and wearing utterly hideous neon green clown clothing that is cursed and therefore cannot be removed. Cluwnes are traditionally marked for death by their non-cursed former comrades, and even when they manage to escape being murdered by an angry mob, they are so loving terrible at everything that their very existence is torment and they commonly wind up begging for death since their incredible incompetence can actually make it difficult for them to successfully commit suicide.

I have played in quite a few Wizard rounds, but one still sticks out as my absolute favourite. The wizard went on a Cluwney rampage that was funny as hell on its own, but the actions of one enterprising Roboticist turned the round from "hilarious" to "oh jesus my sides I'm dying over here" in no time flat. This ambitious soul retrieved a murdered Cluwne and dragged it back to his lab; ordinarily this would be a reason for the Cluwne to rejoice, since a Cluwne brain can still function perfectly normally if transferred into a cyborg, granting the player a new lease on life.

The Roboticist did not borg the Cluwne. He had other plans. Butt plans.

The deceased sad-clown was delivered to Genetics, where the Roboticist and a Geneticist entered into collusion. Now two people were in on the butt plans.

I have no idea what madness they got up to in there, but I do know that the second Roboticist was put on Butt Duty, bringing the known number of butt plan conspirators up to at least three. It is also likely that a delivery man was involved so as to speed the process along, as Butt Duty was a full-time job. All those butts had to come from somewhere, however:

They were cloning Cluwnes.


My god, it's full of butt, part 2: the buttening

The mastermind behind it all sat contentedly at his operating table and worked with astounding assembly-line efficiency. Behind him was a locker with a seemingly limitless number of twitching, honking, weeping Cluwnes stuffed into it; he would grab a Cluwneclone, slap it onto the table, neatly slice off its butt, indifferently cut out its brain, hurl the dead body and retarded brain down the disposal chute while he set the butt to one side, and repeat. The man on Butt Duty would then grab the Cluwne butt and slap a robot arm onto it, creating a Buttbot, a butt on wheels that served no purpose except to be a butt and say the word "butt."

The efficiency and hard work of the Butt Conspiracy paid off, and before long Medbay was entirely crammed with Buttbots, to the point where the entire area was rendered non-functional and impassable due to the surging ocean of little wheeled cyberbutts happily beeping "butt" in a tinny chorus. But(t) crowding was not the issue - Buttbots do one thing aside from simply say "butt" now and again. When a Buttbot hears someone speak, it has a chance to repeat what was said, with "butt" substituted in place of random words.

This became an issue when the Captain strolled into Medbay and was aghast at its sorry state. "What the gently caress is going on here?" he shouted.

The Buttbots chirped up in a gleeful, deafening chorus. "What the butt is butt on here?" "Butt the gently caress butt going on butt?" "What butt butt is going butt here?" and so on and so forth, in a disorienting wave of auditory butt. This infuriated the Captain further, but his hollering and order-giving only further excited the Buttbots, making it totally impossible for anyone nearby to hear what was said or get any idea of what the gently caress was going on amidst the titanic cacophony of butt. The Captain flew into a rage and decided to destroy all of the Buttbots, but he forgot that they leave smears of poo when destroyed; it was not long before he slipped head-over-heels and wound up prone and stunned in a puddle of human excrement, cursing relentlessly while the legion of Buttbots around him babbled back page upon page upon page of buttified imitation.

Seeing this, some jokester took a radio, turned on its microphone so that it would publicly broadcast anything it picked up, and tossed it into the room.

Well, poo poo, now nobody could hear anything. Every radio on the station became a hellish noise cannon, blasting out an incomprehensible wall of recursive butt laced with garbled cursing and butt-riddled mockeries of the crew's anguished cries for silence. At some point a bunch of the Buttbots came within hearing distance of the Cluwneclone closet; this is significant because Cluwnes will randomly and uncontrollably burst into fits of screamed honking. There were dozens of Cluwnes in that thing, and their eerie wails of HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK soon became a HONK HONK butt HONK butt blared forth from uncountable Buttbot speakers, received by the radio and broadcast throughout the station, magnifying upon itself until it was quite literally impossible to divine the slightest scrap of understanding from the game's text box as it was choked by dozens of pages of recursive buttspam per second. The Captain was helpless to stop it. The Roboticists were churning out Buttbots faster than he could destroy them, leaving him effectively stranded in the middle of the deafening, butt-packed hell that had once been Medbay.

I don't even know what the gently caress happened to that wizard, and I don't care. He was not the true villain of that round. The Robutticists were.

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013



I'll always love that time when goons effectively wrote two decent anthologies of short stories based on two unique insane internet groups, objectivists and transhumanist dragon fetishists respectively, within a pretty short period. Getting the head dragon to cotton onto the thread's existence and put his whole cyber nation into a state of lockdown and paranoia was pretty hilarious. Shame the kind of people that inspired those threads would just get immediately roped into QAnon now.

Terra Malatora: https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3427893

In Golden Waters: https://baixardoc.com/documents/in-golden-waters-tales-from-the-seastead-5cabaf6a96413

Taciturn Tactician
Jan 26, 2011

The secret to good health is a balanced diet and unstable healing radiation


Lipstick Apathy

God what a better time it was when people just fantasized about becoming cyborg dragons on a random island they were somehow going to aquire instead of fueling an alt-right conspiracy.

Bismuth
Jun 10, 2010

the belly button hungers

Hell Gem


drat archives... Thank you though!

Boba Pearl
Dec 27, 2019

She / Her

I do CYOA's on the Forums a Webcomic, and An Eldritch Facility Mystery

Everyday you try, you get a little better. Never give up!


LITERALLY A BIRD posted:

A quote of a quote from Archives, hth

You rule, it was the doom peel!

LITERALLY A BIRD
Sep 27, 2008

I knew you were trouble
when you flew in



Hooray!

Kazinsal
Dec 13, 2011






My favourite SS13 saga is the discovery of fractal foods. Some folks realized you could make a sandwich with six foods and then bake it as a cake. They then discovered that if you then cut the cake into sixths, you could make a sandwich out of it that exponentially increased the name of the ingredients in the sandwich. This was repeated until it killed people’s clients and it was dubbed the crashwich.

sweet geek swag
Mar 29, 2006

Adjust lasers to FUN!






Just FYI, Tony Danza Claus was the username A Horny Swearingen aka A Glistening Hodor, had at the time. All of the quotes in that thread still refer to him as such.

Inceltown
Aug 6, 2019








The current shift to drama is probably in large part due to the fact that there has been a large amount of insane drama happening over the last 18 months. It really hasn't stopped for long enough for the forums to catch a breath and sit around discussing the good old days.

Spinz
Jan 7, 2020



Inceltown posted:

The current shift to drama is probably in large part due to the fact that there has been a large amount of insane drama happening over the last 18 months. It really hasn't stopped for long enough for the forums to catch a breath and sit around discussing the good old days.

Good point

Leave
Feb 7, 2012

Taking the term "Koopaling" to a whole new level since 2016.


I've got a saga I wanna ask about. What the hell are puckins, and why do they need defending?

rodbeard
Jul 21, 2005



sweet geek swag posted:

Just FYI, Tony Danza Claus was the username A Horny Swearingen aka A Glistening Hodor, had at the time. All of the quotes in that thread still refer to him as such.

I did not realize that I just thought he left.

Carthag Tuek
Oct 15, 2005

Tider skal komme,
tider skal henrulle,
slægt skal følge slægters gang




Leavemywife posted:

I've got a saga I wanna ask about. What the hell are puckins, and why do they need defending?

I believe the consensus is that they're pumpkins.

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Taciturn Tactician
Jan 26, 2011

The secret to good health is a balanced diet and unstable healing radiation


Lipstick Apathy

Kazinsal posted:

My favourite SS13 saga is the discovery of fractal foods. Some folks realized you could make a sandwich with six foods and then bake it as a cake. They then discovered that if you then cut the cake into sixths, you could make a sandwich out of it that exponentially increased the name of the ingredients in the sandwich. This was repeated until it killed people’s clients and it was dubbed the crashwich.

My favourite was the chemistry issue that the people programming the drat thing couldn't figure out how the gently caress it worked and had to just lock down a bunch of stuff.

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