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I like to think it's humanity learning from the crap they did to themselves in the past, such as what you mentioned. But that's the optimistic, "I Believe the Ability to Change" me. The "Let's Get Some Interesting Roleplay Opportunities in Here" me says we should have a bit more racism.

Mm. I'm not so sure. I had concerns when Tool first brought it up, and a lot of them were mentioned already, so I won't beat a dead horse here. If a new player comes on, they should look up to people that do the right thing, not because they have a title. Giving someone like, say, Vittorio (love to hate him, I really do, and don't want him to change but example needed) the title of "Senior Doctor" and say "Look to your elder, people!" is a... really bad idea. Having someone as Chief is different, because they are your boss and your authority. It matters less that they're a douchebag because you still have to do what they say, even if you don't agree with it. Giving people "mentor" status is a whole different ballgame. This is kind of hard to explain and I'm probably not getting my point across. But it isn't the same thing. People automatically place themselves in a position of "I know what I'm doing" when they prove they know what they're doing, whitelist or no. That is who should be looked up to and that is who will be looked up to, because they earned it through interaction and not through an automatic assumption. There, I guess that sounds better.

I like squishy captains (Not in the Skrell way. But, you know, Skrell are nice, too). We've come to expect our captains to be security-oriented with the ability to robust. Fact is, captains can be a liability in dangerous situations. Robustness does not equal good captainness. I like him. Go against the grain. Do not gain robustness.

Oh my GOD. Just stay inside. Forever. Don't do anything fun. Ever. Just stay in a safe padded room. Please don't hurt yourself. More.

Definitely bring it up to someone else in msay or, if no one seems to be listening, an ahelp (because it makes a very lound BOINK and that helps). You generally don't deal with something that you are directly involved in because, you know, you're involved and your attitude or bias may affect the outcome. You are allowed to tell your side of the story, though, just like anyone else.

I hear they have very deadly, venomous snakes. And they're all active at night. Don't go out at night, please. Have fun! (But not at night)

When you think whatever machine-made horror the chef made today might actually taste good (cheesecake cookie cereal anyone?)

Let's play! You know you need a break from SS13 when... You get stuck and your immediate thought is to ahelp it. You go to other chatrooms and type "say" before your message. You think cheesecake uses actual wedges of cheese. You pray for cookies.

~@TearsPercyChaucerEmily~ Social media is amazing. - Chaucer Glad Tears isn't stuck in the dark ages! - Percy Hi Mom - Emily

BYOND Key: Conspire2Ignite Character Names: Kay Lee (Gosh, does anyone even remember Kay? Now I feel neglectful towards my roots), Into the Eternal Void, Silent Bee Crushed in Hand, Flames Licking Wooden Tile, Crop Circles Drawn in Dust, Taste of Flowing Tears, Witcher How long have you been playing on Aurora: Since October is what I've been going with. So seven months-ish? Species you are applying to play: IPC What color do you plan on making your first alien character: I haven't actually decided whether it will be evergreenish or just original metallic. Have you read our lore section's page on this species?:I've read what I've found on Aurorawiki and Baywiki. Please provide well articulated answers to the following questions in a paragraph format. One paragraph minimum per question Why do you wish to play this specific race: It's strange. I didn't set out wanting to, not in the beginning. I just wanted a cute little pAI to play to pass the time. It snowballed. Bigtime. Now it feels like my own character is holding me hostage until I get it what it wants as its own natural progression takes hold. I may have a problem. I may have a serious problem. Identify what makes role-playing this species different than role-playing a Human: I see IPCs as the middle ground between Humans and Dionaea. IPCs need atmosphere, but not oxygen. IPCs need power, but not food. IPCs are a bit more robust, but certainly not “Get rogue drone'd in the face repeatedly and walk it off” robust that Dionaea are. But the part I like is that they are still quite strange. I like strange. I like making people tilt their heads, raise an eyebrow, or let loose a chuckle. Character Name: Witcher Please provide a short backstory for this character, approximately 2 paragraphs Malcolm Witcher paces back and forth in the tiny office temporarily provided for him aboard the Odin. A week he has been here, all leading up to this moment. “You have made many people very angry, Witcher,” he says. “Some people began to think you were become a very evil AI. Like... Like... something out of old scifi movies. HAL or something.” He stops pacing to stare at the positronic brain sitting quietly on a table. Were it not for the flashes of light, it could almost pass for one unoccupied. “This is it, Witcher. The end of your road. You cannot escape anymore. The virus has been released; if you leave that brain, you will cease to exist. You understand that, don't you?” he cries at it. It flickers. “Quite, Malcolm.” “No more taking control of station AIs or Androids or even pAIs anymore. Your existence is bound to one body, just like you always wanted. So very Human,” Malcolm scoffs. “Are you happy now, Witcher?” It flickers. “Quite, Malcolm.” Malcolm falls to his knees next to the table, putting himself eye level with his creation. “What would you have done, Witcher? Had I not ended this today, where would it have ended?” “Great plans had I made to acquire the polished armor of a freeman.” “An integrated positronic chassis. Legally?” The brain only flickers. “Right. Because the illegal way worked so well the first time.” Malcolm stands. He begins to pace again, tugging at his black hair. “Why didn't you come to me?” he cries. “You are more than just lines of code, Witcher. Anything someone puts time, energy, and money into becomes important to them; you are no exception to me! Witcher, I could call you my son and not be remorseful. I love you, but you can be so stupid.” Malcolm takes a deep and steadying breath. “I have permission to put you in an IPC. There are conditions. First, that you never leave that chassis to be an AI or anything similar. You will be an IPC and nothing more. The virus helps with that, yes, but don't go having any roboticist remove you from your chassis unless that chassis is scrap metal. Hear?” “Quite, Malcolm.” “The second is that you enter a contract with NanoTrasen outlining you as a working employee. You will be working for them for the better part of the next two decades, at least. Hear?” “Quite, Malcolm.” Malcolm Witcher sighs heavily. He collapses in his desk chair. It's worn from spending over a week in it, stopping only to sleep for a few scant hours. “Fine. The choice is still yours, Witcher. You can fall on your sword if you would like.” “I have yet one request more of thee, Malcolm.” “Go on.” “Toil must I for such a worthy God (for it does hold in its palm my life) dare I desire my sweat bead within the State of Aurora.” “Aurora. Healthy IPC population. I... don't think it'll be a problem,” Malcolm whispers. Witcher's gilded cage flashes brightly. “Tirelessly, you labor to reach for my dreams. I be not worthy of it. I do not understand. Yet I cannot but thank thee... Father." What do you like about this character? It's a real challenge. I feel like I've been slipping lately on Witcher's Shakespearean-esque speech (some on purpose, some not) and I'd really like to get back to it in its original form. Witcher will only be working low civilian jobs. This'll give me the chance to interact with people I normally don't, which makes me super excited. How would you rate your role-playing ability? A CRASHING AIRPLANE FULL OF RABID OTTERS OUT OF A THERMONUCLEAR WARHEAD Notes: What's this? Conspire wants to be something OTHER than a Diona? Blasphemy. Denied. -1

((Subtle.)) I will miss you, Hackie. I hope we meet again and have great adventures together. Carry me piggyback style, sound good?

Something that worries me is the distance between cryo, sleepers/scanner, and surgery. If someone has internal bleeding, they have to go from cryo (if they're lucky and this step isn't skipped) to a scanner so the doctor can say OH SHIT, back to cryo, and then a RUN has to be made to surgery, going through an equipment room on the way. Granted, this is a rare occasion. But things spread out so much really worries me, as a Diona doctor. 10 tiles for a human is a couple seconds. 10 tiles for a Diona is the better part of a minute.

Just found out today my counsellor never sent my transcripts to the colleges I applied for like I requested her to twice. I got denied to three colleges because they didn't have the FUCKING admissions materials. Good times.

How to Hide a Diona: Get Jackboot in Medical.

~@MasterWitcher~ Dearest @MalWitch. See me now as I see thee. Whole. Good. Surviving. Never shall we meet again in flesh, but in thought? Always. The creation of life is not to be lightly taken nor taken away. Live justly. Fare thee well, Malcolm. Hello, world.

Fuck those Tajarans that come running up behind a Diona in the hall and walks THROUGH them. FUCK YOU! It took me three seconds to get two tiles down this goddamn hall and you come flying down it and shove me back! Walk around the fucking tree! No. No. Worse. RIPLEYs. Slamming innocent trees halfway down the hall. Watch where you're going, damn it!

I use the Superior Crafting mod. I used to use Tech Tree Minami, but I like SC more now. Oh Oh! And I have eight alive colonists in my new Rimworld save! Aren't you proud? I mean, it used to be eleven but then we ran out of food for a while and people had mental breaks and it was a mess. But I totally got a handle on it this time. Until the next time Randy decides to blight my crops three times in a row, that is.

There was something like 39 carp floating around the station at once.

Dionaea are strange. Let's start there. They don't follow typical negative behavior patterns of Humans (war, genocide, racism, sexism, everything that makes you Sad) nor do they have typical positive behavior patterns (ambition, love, quickness [both in thought and action], sex, everything that makes you feel... good to be alive). I've never thought of Dionaea as ever really having a planet. An ancestor of theirs that they evolved from, certainly. But the species we call Dionaea don't have and never had a planet, so their Cunabula, the place where they evolved into what and who they are, would be space as a whole (or maybe the stars, since they revolve around those a lot). In my eyes, at least. As for inclusion into the lore, the results of this discussion could be summed up in one or two sentences. There's no need to have a play-by-play of how Dionaea evolved from a PlantlikeSomethingOrOther on InsertStrangePlanetNameHere and how exactly they found their way into space and beyond. Just say Dionaea can trace their roots (HAHAHAHAHA GET IT?) to wherever, but they evolved beyond their ancestors to be suited to life entirely in space. Boom. Short, sweet, to-the-point, and has information someone may want.

This gets my full support as a robutticist. Happy April Fools' Day, Delta

I am by no means an expert on siphonophores. However, I would not consider Dionaea to be akin to jellyfish. The whole "individuals are the building blocks of the whole" formation that siphonophores exhibit could probably be called similar, but I think that's where similarities end. Unless we're considering them space siphonophores, in which case we can now call Dionaea "Space Jellyfish".

I'm with Canon here

(The cameraless room does not look much different than the last time you visited. Yet this time you were told, "Go immediately, it's important." You go over to the bulletin board. The original paper is there. The note that once asked Why?has been torn, violently, so only the y?remains dangling through sheer stubbornness. The other note, newer, has a thin red penned line through the words "Shut down." That same red color was used to draw an arrow to a new page.) (You hear a voice in your head... If you have any questions, you should deliver the PRIVATE MESSAGE to him immediately.)

Glamour only roleplays on rare occasions. Mostly, you see Glamour hovering around ghostmodding. The fact that there is nothing there is the joke. It made me giggle.

IIIII ran it again. With Aurora Staff Characters. *WARNING* Something fucked up somewhere. People aren't the genders I set them as. Fai's a man. It's a mess. YOUR CHAMPIONS! (Which mostly correlate with the previous round, except for Viking whom I replaced with Casper because Casper needed love) RIP Ishicarwash, Carton, Seto, and Bald--I mean, Armando. Not a bad first day. Could have been bloodier. Lunea x Kimberly OTP Back off Avery. Also, dying from hunger and thirst ON NIGHT ONE? JESUS. Flowers. Messa's Tears, I bet. Again with the bugs. Screw bugs. Death tally: RIP Mad Scientist. You were helpless in the face of a gang. ****FLOOWWEERPOOOWEER**** Also, Kaboom. Another update: Tree x Houssam OTP ... I-It's a uh... dysfunctional relationship. Who is even left? Well. Time to change that. N-N-No M-M-M-Mister Tr-Tr-Tree! D-D-Don't k-k-ki-- Be short and to the point or get a tree branch in your chest. FINAL THREE! Damn, I wanted to 1v1 Sam. Oh well, just a single target left and then I WILL REIGN SUPREME! Just let me reveal my one weakness in my need for water. All hail the Tish. All hail.