RatherLargeGuy

Program and add something people actually want and request? Naaaahhh. Add something which no one asked for? Oh hell yeah!

I like how the game gives you a tip about spears.

Personally I prefer the WTT550, but that's just me.

Yeah, I have always found it really odd when an admin says something in OOC and then a bunch of people reply on the IC radio.

Quite an epic bug, a solid 7/10

As someone who frequently plays as HoS, I've discovered that security personnel on leviathan is much more willing to follow orders, and generally less shitty than security personnel on lizard.

You know, I completely agree with everything you said. I think that nobody should do anything except their job, tiders should sit in the bar the entire shift, and get executed if they try to acquire any kind of tool, security should also get enclave power armor and xray cannons round start, all maint loot should be removed from every map, syndicates should not be able to go loud at all and do nothing except their objectives, and if they try go loud they immediately get appeal-banned.

I buy weapons depending on the current state of the station : Do I want something stealthy and hard-to-find weapon that could save me in a pinch? Buy the dagger. Do I want some combination weapon for going loud? Buy the esword (Along with no-slips, an energy shield, a web vest, and a syndie shoulder holster) Is the station run by a skeleton crew and the only tasks I have are killing and escaping? Desword, web vest and shoulder holster all the way! In short, there really isn't an energy weapon I prefer over the other options.

You're welcome.

Yes, now it's .bluebruh

Black text on a black background, my beloved.

You know, I think you should change your name to unprofessionalexecutioner.

OH NO GUYS, WHAT WILL WE DO WITHOUT EVIL ED'S 20 BUCKS PER MONTH, WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO SHUT OFF MOST THE SERVERS AND FIRE HALF OF THE STAFF, AND CUT DOWN THE SALARY FOR THE REMAINING STAFF, AS WELL AS DECREASING THE MAXIMUM PLAYER COUNT FOR THE REMAINING SERVERS, WE'RE DOOMED!!!!!!!!

Yeah, exactly my point.

THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK

NEVER, I WILL POWERGAME EVERY SINGLE DAY, AND THERE ISN'T A THING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT HAHAHAHA

I fully agree, salvage is a very useful department, without which it would be much, much harder to obtain luxury goods, (And plastic) I also respect salvagers a lot, since their job is probably the most dangerous on the entire station, and this is coming from a security main, and believe me, we like to brag about how dangerous and difficult our job is.

''WHAT?!?! YOU PICKED UP A PAIR OF INSULATED GLOVES IN THE MAINTENANCE TUNNELS?!?!??!! BANNED FOREVER!!! NO APPEAL!!!!''

Python.

Okay, THAT might have been a contributing factor.

Thank you for providing context, also I hope that this round did not not ruin your impression of working as security.

Yesterday a horrible tragedy struck the innocent greytiders of the 14th station. And I would like to tell you about it, so that the people wouldn't forget about this horrible thing and all the lives it claimed. So, allow me to tell you the story from the beginning. I was Joe Johnson, a humble representative of Tider Co., sent to the station with the goal of establishing a company embassy area, and allowing all the greytiders to unionize for better work conditions and higher wages. I did not expect to gain much traction right away, but my expectations were quickly surpassed, after an arachnid passenger named Beu Tanist came up to me, and asked if I was associated with Tider Co., I confirmed, and he said that he will follow me, in hopes of getting employed, me and the arachnid went to HoP's, in order to get our job tittles changed, when we were halfway there, we met another 2 passengers, who Beu persuaded to also employ themselves in our company. Then when we arrived at hop's we met another 2 passengers, one of them being a human named John Shuttlebomb, a very respectable tider. We asked those two to join us, they agreed. When we were halfway done with the bureaucratic process of changing our job titles (Tider Co. representative, and Tider Co. employees, respectively) the captain of the station passed by the line, and John quickly convinced him to give us the autolathe board, which was on a rack, right in front of HoP's office. Then, when we were done with the tittle changed John suggested that we make the northern maintenance bar our embassy in this station, everyone unanimously agreed, and after a bit of walking, we had arrived at the ''Birdcage'' bar. We quickly set up the autolathe, along with fixing up the floor, and putting down some lockers for storage. After everyone grabbed some tools, we went on a stationwide hunt for steel, glass, cloth, plastic, wood, and some other resources for the autolathe. We quickly gathered a ton of steel, wood, and a bit of cloth, plastic and glass was surprisingly scarce, so we had none of it at the time. After printing out some utility belts, and some other essential tools, we decided that half of us would continue fixing up the bar, while the other half would gather all the plastic and glass they could find, and some other valuables (If we were to come across any, that is). Unfortunately, the scavenging party found only a bit of glass, and no plastic, having returned to the bar almost empty handed felt rather bad, but we would quickly recover all our lost morale after seeing how nice the embassy looked. By this point, we had fixed the bar up real good, had the captain visit it and promise to get us an EVA suit, and also announced the embassy's existence on the radio multiple times, so the crew started becoming more and more aware of us. A few minutes later, a service worker wandered in and offered to become our barkeep, we gracefully accepted his proposal, and soon every tider's thirst was sated. However things started going a little bad when an asshole of cosmic proportions showed up in our embassy, said asshole was a security officer named Jax Bluebeard, a figure who would become our sworn enemy, not long after. He barged into the bar, and claimed that one of the employees was brandishing a weapon (The ''Weapon'' being a simple crowbar) and ordered us to let him search that passenger, we denied, since the code was green, and he could not search anyone without their consent. The secoff stormed off, claiming, and I quote : ''I will be back with force!'', whatever that meant. We became rather alarmed of his statement, and I ordered my subordinates to arm themselves with shovels and crowbars, incase he did decide to come back. Then we continued improving the bar, and we even had a clown and chaplain come over to give us gifts! A certain man dressed in blue wizard robes, also came in to visit. The name of the man was Jason Hunt, and after introducing himself, he told to follow him into a small passageway which lead from the the bar to behind the bar counter, where he gave me a double barrel shotgun, along with some beanbag shells, I thanked him for his generosity and let him come and go whenever he wanted to. After a minute, the captain came to visit again, this time with an EVA suit and helmet, which he gave to us, as promised. Me and John Shuttlebomb started discussing what the next step into our plan should be, and we both agreed that we should use a nearby space access point, to build a large room, right next to the bar, and since we barely had enough storage space to put all the materials and items, we decided that the room shall become a warehouse. John grabbed the suit, some materials and got to work, while I would manage the further development of the bar itself. John built the framework for the warehouse remarkably quick, while I managed all the new people who came to see what this whole thing was about. Then my first employee, Beu came up to me and gave me a gift from the chaplain, which was a duffel bag containing the following things : acolyte armor, a wizard's helmet, and a shovel. I accepted the gift, and thanked the chaplain. After putting my new clothes I decided to go out into the station, to try and get more plastic and glass (For some reason we were still very short on those two things). I asked some from cargo, but they said that they already ordered some, so I decided to find something else to, after a bit of walking I met another one of my Subordinates : Percival Faufer, (The other person who we recruited along with John) he informed me that he already managed to get three full stacks of plastic, which me and John were overjoyed to hear (John was at HoP's line near us, because he fried his ID a bit earlier and needed a replacement). Then all three of us headed back to the bar, deposited the plastic (I also saw that the future warehouse was nearly finished, which I was very happy to see) John put his suit back on, and went to finish building the warehouse, while I decided to clean up the bar passageway, but just as I went in and closed the door, I heard a flashbang beeping noise in the bar behind me, screams, and the sound of a stun baton. I quickly rushed out of the passageway, only to see Jax Bluebeard, along with two other officers (Who were just waiting on the sidelines) had barged into our bar, and that Jax was throwing around flashbangs, and trying to harmbaton my employees, I became enraged, quickly ordered everyone to grab a weapon, and to attack Jax, after which I yelled and rushed into battle myself. After a short, but very chaotic fight we managed to get Jax into critical condition, after which we quickly finished him off. We even wanted to gib him, but the other two officers said us not to, so we obliged, little did we know at the time, but we should have gibbed him right there and then... After that whole thing, the warehouse was finished, and was now being decorated from the inside, I explained to the HoS and captain what happened, and went back to managing the embassy. John had finished the constructing the warehouse and we were now holding one of the airlocks open to let air get in the room so we could breathe (We didn't bother to set up any ventilation in the warehouse, nor did we really know how to do it). Then as we started transporting all our goods into the warehouse, Jason Hunt came back, and asked to talk with me, privately. We both went into the passageway, and he explained that he was being wanted for murder, and wanted to spend his last moments of freedom here, I agreed to shelter him, and even said that we would protect him, if need be, Jason was very happy and extremely thankful. The bar continued rising, both in popularity and quality, furthermore, we finally had some glass and plastic! However, something rather sad happened shortly after : Jason came up to me, and confessed that he was a traitor, and that he needed to go ssd very soon, after which he gave me his uplink with 9 TC still leftover, thanked all of us, and than went ssd soon after. I used his uplink to buy 7 mosins, and two boxes of ammunition for them, then captain came along for a visit, congratulated all of us on what we had accomplished, and invited me to the bridge, in order to make us an official department, and give me more access. I came along, captain gave me access made the announcement. So, happy end...right? Well no, right after the announcement my subordinates started screaming about gunshots in the embassy, me, Beu Tanist, and Percival Feufer ran there as fast as we could, the captain also came with us, but when we arrived at the embassy, it was already far too late : Pools of blood, spent casings, corpses, and security officers, in hardsuits, and with guns. All four of us were completely shocked and mortified by the sight before us, I ran in, screaming and cursing, but Jax motherfucking Bluebeard pointed at me and said : ''That's the cult leader!'' and dumped an entire lecter magazine right into me. After my demise I had a chat with all the other people who were shot at the bar and let's just say, all of us were rather upset. I also found out that security thought we were some sort of a cult, despise the only remotely cultish thing about us being me wearing acolyte armor. I also talked with an admin, who logged on just at the time when the massacre was happening, they had no idea what was going on, as did I, at the time. I also heard captain the captain say that he will be taking this to centcomm, since this was an absolute slaughter of an entire department. Then one of the only three survivors, and my first employee: Beu dragged me into medical to get defibed and treated. Unfortunately I had to go SSD soon after being resuscitated, so I gave all my things to Beu, said goobye, and logged off. And unfortunately I did not get to see how the story ended(And I would really appreciate if someone were to tell me the conclusion of that round) but I do hope that everyone responsible for the massacre was punished accordingly, especially Jax Bluebeard.(I had dealt with him on several other occasions, and he's probably the biggest shitsec in the fourteenth sector). TL;DR : Me and several other people put in a lot of time and effort into building an embassy for a greytider company, a bunch of people liked it, but then the entire braindead shitsec department came in, and killed everyone.

Kids could also hurt themselves with guns, so should be we also remove all guns? They could also hurt themselves with knifes and sword, so should we delete them too? They could also want to jump out into space, so should we axe that as well? And they might even want to hurt each other with combat mode, so does that need to go too? If we were to remove everything that would give kids the idea to do something harmful to themselves or others in real life, we would end up with 70% of the game gone.

I know that kids are dumb, but jesus fuck, really?

Discord account: blue bruh#7192 Date of ban: About one and a half years ago Events leading to the ban: I was chatting with people on the discord server, when suddenly one of the server's moderators noticed that my username was oddly similar to the username of a banned user, after which said moderator messaged and asked me about the similarity. I tried to wiggle my way out of it, but was unable to, and was swiftly (and justly) banned. Reason the ban should be removed: I believe that I have spent enough time being banned, and have learned my lesson. In other words, I no longer need to be banned to prevent issues.