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I'm chiming in here on Jackboot's side. It doesn't seem reasonable that Nanotrasen would have engineering, a group of people on an airless asteroid tasked with keeping a supermatter engine running and keeping said station generally intact in both a physical and atmospheric manner... mopping floors and wiping windows. When I think "Space Engineers" (because we are in space, this is NOT your common company), I don't think space janitors. Space janitors are a service that cleans floors and occasionally whip out a pineapple wallet and pop depression pills. It should be the janitor you call when your lights burst because you do not have access to lightbulbs. And you're thinking "Engineering has access to lightbulbs". Yes. But do you call up a bank teller every time you want access to your money (because THEY have access to your money) or do you just go to the ATM? Oh, ATM is down? Guess I'd better ask a teller then. What I see has happened is as follows: the playerbase isn't on GitHub. Hell, the playerbase isn't even on the forums, guys, look around. The only people that care to vote--I mean, post--are people that care strongly one way or another. It's the same reason why the US has such trash turnout rates for its younger voters. Not being informed leads to apathy. It makes it difficult to really gauge where everyone stands. But for now, count another vote in favor of janitorial being a service, not an engineering service.

That last one is a fine example of artistry. I love the detail given to the burned man. Truly, something to be put on the Aurora Refrigerator.

I actually made a Witcher playlist. It was all really sad songs. Even though now they're a bit happier of a being, I still listen to that playlist and never forget. Most of the time, though, I can flip between my characters within a sentence or two. Perks of once being a prolific writer.

If I recall (and it has been many weeks, forgive me), you can already place them under certain departments. You simply click the role you want them to fill (in your case, perhaps "Scientist") and then you rename the job. It'll put them as a job labeled "Chemist" but occupying the slot of Scientist in Research. Is this what you mean? Is this even a thing? Am I too bone-deep exhausted to remember correctly? Find out next week.

I'm glad to hear you're doing alright! Know you have not been forgotten; I, at least, thought of you. I'm sorry to hear about your series of unfortunate events. Things are sure to look up from here!

There's a difference between applying to be a mod (in which you undergo supervision of a trusted admin prior to being fully accepted, and are constantly among your peers who will call you out) and applying directly for a Head Admin job with no prior experience. It's very arrogant to think just because you believe you can do a better job than this other person, it precludes all experience and understanding of the position. People don't just wave that aside. Unless you're Trump. And don't feel insulted. I'm giving valid reasoning and criticism as to why you shouldn't be leading the lore team. That's why replies are allowed on this forum, after all. If you have thoughts on how to improve the lore team, there's a suggestion forum. If you have a complaint on how Jackboot's handling the lore team, there's a staff complaint forum. If you want to help write lore, there's a lore canonization forum. If you want to be on the lore team as a member, even, there's this place right here. But jumping directly into a leadership position without any tangible evidence of you being any better than the current holder of the position, I just don't see happening.

I'll be honest. I'm uncomfortable with this. Very, very uncomfortable with this. For two major reasons. The first reason is you aren't a part of the lore team right now. So you don't really know what it is their secretly planning behind their closed doors of lorewriting solitude. Well I mean, you probably have some idea. But enough to lead a team? I don't think so and I have no proof of any tangible kind that you do. The second reason is I do not see you as an impartial person. Maybe it's all the bashing Vaurca and the vibes you haven't actually... read the lore you now want to help manage. You even admitted it. Right over here. http://viewtopic.php?f=120&t=9346#p86420. Even calling them drooling retards. (http://viewtopic.php?f=120&t=9346#p86411) I don't want THAT person leading the lore of the station. I'm concerned THAT person will ACTUALLY delete every race except humans, and not just as a notveryfunny joke.

The problem with this is no one wants to lie in medical for a half an hour in a bed in the sublevel. No one. The doctors don't want to sit and watch a person lie in medical for a half an hour in a bed in the sublevel. (It would also make no sense for the bad guys to have better medical care than an advanced research station, if you want to go more realistically.) I'm very against artificially inflating the time it takes to heal people. People hate medical already, let's not make it worse.

912 words. Estimated reading time: 4-5 minutes. Have a happy holidays everyone. -- It’s snowing again. Just a light dusting for the holidays. The planet does that, on occasion. Imani is out shopping with friends. She always insists she’s fine. “I’m pregnant, love, not dying.” Whatever she wants to believe. I smile just thinking about it. It’s raining, and there’s a knock at the door. A real knock. When we moved into a real house, it was startling to hear a knock over a buzz. So many years in apartments will do that. I wipe my greasy hands off on a towel. The brine just needs to cool. Maybe some scouts are selling desserts. Imani has been craving coconut. I wasn’t expecting who was on the other side. -- “You look like hell.” “Affirmative. Thank you, Malcolm. I am aware of how I appear. My inner state is similar.” Their red hair is frayed and stringy. Their glasses are visibly spotty. The skin on their face and hands is thinning for lack of maintenance and--are those scratch marks? Perhaps most daunting, their clothes are incorrectly buttoned and stained with what is hopefully just oil. “What happened? Shouldn’t you be in stasis?” “I… staged a jailbreak, as it were.” “You what now?” “I left. Without permission.” “How did you get here then?” “Fairly easily, if you must know. I am not here to discuss the mechanics of my disappearance and subsequent reappearance.” I take a deep breath. “What, then, are you here for on Christmas Eve, Witcher?” “Something is very wrong with me and I do not know what. I am falling apart. I am being taken apart.” I sit up. “I’m listening.” They tell me about when they first noticed things going awry. Little, sudden updates that seemed innocuous and exactly the same as anyone might expect. They got steadily less innocuous. They told me about their coworkers, the “reactions these updates garnered.” Body language updates that had them all but dancing in the middle of a conversation, idiom updates that had them speaking nonsense, accent updates that had them speaking true cockney. “I used the term ‘Bruv,’ Malcolm. Repeatedly.” They told me how they overcame these minor updates. How they learned they were not correct and steadily overwrote them. It took longer and longer each time, as though something vital were being corroded. “And yet I cannot understand why you would do this to me,” they concluded. It didn’t feel like a conclusion. I was even more confused. “I didn’t do this.” “You are the only one with access to my original source code, capable of altering it in a direct fashion.” “That’s true. But I didn’t cause you any malfunction. First off, that’d be cruel. Secondly, no one knows I still have that information and doing that would bring NT right to my door. And thirdly, it would count as vandalism since you’re NanoTrasen property and I don’t want to go to jail. It’s kind of like how you being here without anyone’s permission could be considered theft.” This seemed to irritate them, though they didn’t say anything for a while. The silence got to me. “I don’t know why this has happened, but I can figure something out to help prevent it. Some kind of alert and disregard system. It’ll take me a little while. Can you manage for a while longer?” “I will be fine. Presuming nothing of import occurs during an episode and the alterations made do not become more serious.” I nod slowly, considering. “Have you told anyone else?” “No one.” “I see.” “All of my safeguards are still in place. I am not going to go on a murdering spree or take over the world because of a minor manipulation to my code.” I know they know what I’m thinking about. And they know I know they know. It’s a heartbreaking moment. It must be an awful thing to always be compared to who came before instead on the merits of yourself. But we’re only human, and we know what we see. “We’ll fix it, Witcher. Regardless of who’s doing the alterations. It'll be stopped.” -- I take my leave of Malcolm. He is a kind man. I did not truly believe he was the one causing me my suffering. What I did not know was whether the information had been stolen from him somehow. He was unconcerned. I am concerned. I scratch at my thinly coated hands, peeling away at them and looking down the sidewalk at the snow all around this house. Not too much. Simply enough. It is a Christian holiday. Ramadan was several months ago. I allow snow to seep into my wounds. They remind me I am myself: a being of metal and carefully crafted sinews and not whomever it is I see far behind my eyes in the mirror. For the first time, I welcome the sight of my insides. I will return to my stasis pod until I am activated for use on the Phoenix or Aurora. It is more likely the Phoenix. A triage center has more use of an emergency specialist than a mining station where plenty of other doctors can manage a fallen miner. I often feel useless there, yet it is my first and best home. The dichotomy burns my heart. I bend down and remove my shoes. They still gleam from their last shining. I leave them and their matching socks in the snowbank and walk back to the spaceport. I do not know why.

As PDA spam is written out not spoken soundbites, this wouldn't work despite how much people want to meme. I'll suggest the following (all typos are intentional): "Your NT Account has been Limited! Click here for more informtion." "You have a secret admirer! Meet them today on 4EverYoung.net" "Your password has been upated. Please click to confirm."

Heyo, Conspire here. I helped with the coloring of the Unbound and Bound workers for the Zo'ra and as far as I'm aware, the changes suggested still stand at this time. We (this being Falco and I) knew all Zo'ra should be red. That's what set them apart from the K'lax. Red vs Green. The main problem we faced was that there's only so many shades of red and they all have to be distinct and they all have to relate to another version of the same red for both Bounds and Unbounds. By the time we got through all the colorings, our heads kinda hurt. We didn't even suggest anything for the Bound Warriors. We did what we could to match the lore (Ice planet bugs = a cooler, almost purple. Desert planet bugs = orange, rusty, dusty color). And Bygone approved. At the time, I know I was going off of the idea that Athvur'zekt'azi is related to Vaur'skiyet'sca, which we established as a darker color. So we suggested a lighter version of Vaur'skiyet'sca for her. Looking at what you've suggested, I could see it as being this lighter, peacher version. I will make the following suggestion, simply to make it easier to remember the RGB color scheme for the character creator: Unbound of any type: (RGB 255, 131, 131) Bound Warriors: (RGB 201, 131, 101) Bound Workers: (RGB 255, 131, 91) Essentially the same colors, but matches the way the other Zo'ra colors are aligned. This is, in the end, [mention]Bygonehero[/mention]'s call. So let's get 'em down here.

Hi. I'm not a lore person. I know very little about Tajaran lore, even. But I will help because I am having of too much a Christmasness I am here. And by the power of Greyskull Google, I have determined that Taupe is a grey tinge of brown. So it's probably fine. Like Meowy said.

The worst part about this idea isn't jumping to your death, but the fact that even if you did turn off the pump and do this, the vomit would land on the floor tile the disposal bin occupied. We need some way to not have puke on the floor. I agree with this suggestion.

The ability to rearrange my character slots would be appreciated. I'd prefer to have the ones I play most at the top, not in the middle when they were created. I can get behind something like this.

I love this idea. I'd love a way for it to be a joint paper thing, like an entire lab working on the paper. Or having your paper stolen by someone else. I'm not sure how it'd work, but I'd love for lab assistants to be used for making-good-papers labor for the reeeeeal scientists.

See, you don't know the station. So I'm going to have to go hard no on this one. If you play the station, get to know the people, make a space for yourself with our code and regs, it'll work out. But you can't expect to be promoted just because you were a manager somewhere else, you dig? Fresh start here. And if you decide you don't want to play anything other than a Head of Staff, don't want to build the rapport we need here, then I'll be sorry to see you go. You see pretty chill.

I admit to having no idea who you are as well. I feel like that's a Byondname I wouldn't miss. Maybe you just play in the dead of night, when all the sane of us 'muricans are in bed. You say you've even been playing a few years, but not much of Aurora. I say give us some time to get to shake your hand, you might be surprised at how well this whitelist process can work.

Ah, okay, yes. I can see where you're coming from now. But don't people just put their IDs into their PDAs anyway?

I'm not liking this. From a roleplay standpoint, I can see what you're talking about. From a roleplaying GAME standpoint, I feel it's unnecessary. I will preface this by saying "Yeah, maybe this is just me, I'm a fucking weirdo, I know" but it makes me really uncomfortable if everyone I hover over would be named "Unknown" or "Security Person" or "Science Person". We're groups of pixels. It's kind of hard for me to identify one group of pixels from other groups of pixels a lot of the time. My eyes are often glued to the lower left corner even if I know what it is I'm hovering over. I don't identify things by sight; it's just something I can't do. By enabling this, you're limiting my characters by my own faults--and my characters aren't me. It's up to the person to make the judgement call of "I know this person" or "I do not know this person." That's just another fact to accept about roleplay. Just because we have the information doesn't mean we should use it.

Taking a break from Moros, phew. I should be sleeping. But headaches and finals stress have caught up with me. So take 777* contemplative words on what it means to have a name and identity of your own. Estimated reading time: 3-4 minutes. *You are not guaranteed to win the lottery or pass any tests. This is a mere coincidence. Luck does not exist. -- I wonder, often, what I might call myself. The obvious answer would be by my designation: Witcher II. But what if I were granted humanity? No human goes by the name Witcher Two. I would be brushed off in every social situation. No, I would need a human name. Witcher would suffice for my surname, but what of a given name? Something to designate me as different from those that share the Witcher name, whilst still being one of the group. Perhaps Eli. A strong name. A shortening of Elijah. Or, pronounced differently, Elizabeth. Perhaps just as a different spelling of Ellie instead. It has its merits. Eli Witcher. Eli Witcher. But it has its downsides. I do not like the way it sounds. I write it out, and I do not like the way it looks. Maybe Sawyer. A fluid name. It stands on its own. I might yet have it pronounced “Saw-YEE-har” to give it an air of distinction. I would be Sawyer Witcher, first of my name, second of my codebase. I look in the mirror and whisper it to myself. Sawyer. I am Sawyer Witcher, physician. And it does not sound satisfying. I feel no connection to the identity. I could pass as a Skylar. A very sinister name. It evokes a sense of brooding. I am a somber one. I do not find fault in the reaction it brings. Skylar Witcher. But something about -ar and -er in succession does not please. I will have to warn Malcolm of this before his daughter is born. But I could adjust it to be Skyler Witcher. But even that grates. I do not understand why it is any different from the sound of Sawyer, but it somehow is. I do not like Justice. As a name, it is nice as an idea. Justice Witcher, I could not fit comfortably in. The same passes for London. London Witcher, while almost brown-nosing my accent, would be a poor introduction. Cheerio good fellow, my name is London Witcher, would you care for a spot of tea? I could not abide that. It is inefficient, but some of my processes are always devoted to it. When I am sewing up a knife wound. Jack. Olive. Harry. Taylor. When I am checking a child’s breathing. Terry. Pat. Jamie. Hayden. When I am doing dishes. Dakota. Morgan. Riley. Reese. When I am having the skin of my hand repaired. Casey. Charlie. River. Sam. All of them feel wrong. So I am destined to be Witcher II. I cannot find fault in it. It is who I am. I have dedicated processing power to whimsy, and I should not have. I am a peaceful construct with a code of honor I must abide. I have preferences. I have understanding. Is that not enough for an identity on its own? “That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” I do not require this to function. Yet I have a preference for one. Though, should I ever even discover a name I accept to myself, I cannot change who I am. I am known as Witcher II. I cannot change that. So I must continue to be Witcher II, for their sakes. Simplicity. Even if it were to go against what I feel in myself. Is that not the best course of action? ”You listen to that?” “What’s wrong with it?! You don’t get it, this was before moon colonization, they dreamed about seeing the stars, but worried about what that could mean. ‘Our hopes, and expectaaatiooons. Black holes and revelaaaations!’” “That has got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. It makes no sense. Look, these guys did a lot better job. ‘You're not a victim. But neeeither am I. Nostalgic for garbage. Desperate for time.’” “You just like Ezra Koenig’s face.” "Do not! I like the way he sounds when he says 'aristocrat' is all." I was questioning; thus, I looked back. The two girls, caught in their little world as their younger brother had his appendix removed. Their parents were mildly frightened. I overheard they were planning a trip and were set to leave just that morning. It seems their plans must have been pushed back some. And yet I cannot help but consider it. …Ezra. It is... very nice. Ezra. Ezra. Ezra Witcher. I am Ezra. Call me Ezra Witcher. But I am Witcher II. It is even branded onto my chassis. I cannot escape what people see at a glance. I can only know for myself who I am, because the world will only understand what it can see. Ezra. Ezra. Ezra.

I dunno. I feel part of the point is you don't have memory of what the hell happened. If you really believe "This man fired first" then you will argue that to your dying breath. If you check your log and realize you were wrong, it pulls out some of that conviction and you're more like "You know, THIS happened instead..." Whether you believe in a person's ability to roleplay incompetence or not, I don't. If you have an eidetic memory button, people are sure to use it.

This is exactly what makes it an IC problem in my eyes. Couldn't have stated it better. And I do mean a severe IC problem. As in add it to CCIA Notices, IC problem, not just leave it as-is. Make it something actually tangibly punishable. But I think adding a restriction mechanic here is not the way to go. It's possible to wear whatever you like to work, and then change at the locker. That's perfectly viable.

I could see this. It can make sense. A less violent way of stopping the AI from seeing what you're doing, but still could be considered vandalism if you do it without a reason. +1

I feel like this should be dealt with ICly. The announcements already have a reference to rolled-down jumpsuits; it would not be a stretch to add a policy for wearing identifiable and safe attire for one's workplace.

Thanks to all the feedback on my Head of Staff application. I'm truly appreciative and I cannot express that enough. - Believing (24/11/2017)