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  1. I'm gonna agree with Sytic here. You were banned a month ago for your synth play. I don't think you should be given Lore Developer status that relatively soon afterwards, especially when you were banned for actions AS a Synthetic.
  2. The colors dont really need to change, the spritework can just be improved.
  3. The main issue I had with Sleepy's position as Dev, and what other people have stated, is yes, she changes and loses interest in things. And right now, that interest is in Dionae. Deputy allows her to get the things she wants in, which I like so far, in- and this even includes sprites, customization, a whole nine yards. I think Sleepy would make a great addition to the Dionae team, for as long as she wants to be part of it. She's entirely right- the passiveness of Dionae is their problem. I think slotting in as a Deputy would be perfect for what she wants to do, and quells concerns about sticking around.
  4. I like them. I think they're interesting, and Bygone has explained why they are the way they are. "Encounter Suits" could also be a cool concept, but I don't think its needed.
  5. From what I remember (and I can be wrong), the pool, which is where most of the asteroids seem to land, has lights that go a bit outside the window.
  6. An idea for the ghost tiny-event style roles. During either the Meteor event or Bluespace Transport (the one with the crates that show up) event, theres a less than average chance (maybe even lower, since both events are pretty common, to help show this is supposed to be sort of rare) of a Nymph spawning in respectively one of the meteors or in the transport. All there is to it. Why? To open up a door for some backstories. A nymph that was hitching a ride on a hunk of rock until it found civilization, or being transported for whatever reason, could be interesting. Its a rather small suggestion, but I still would like to see if anyone has either more ideas for nymph roles, or any problems with this.
  7. Right, so, how does this regard the main issue last time with Mining's purple being removed, which is one of the departments along with Engineering that has that color not just for identification, but also for visibility on the asteroid?
  8. I love it. Dreg IPCs. Yes. Yes. Heart-eyes emoji.
  9. He tried to give me a footrub as captain once, tried to get his grubby hands on my gamer girl feet after id been running around.
  10. Day(s) 0: Prologue I stared blankly at the room before me. The memories of what happened were still fresh in my head. My eyes slowly lowered to her casket. Despite how feisty she was in life, she looked peaceful. It didnt set me at ease. It only made me feel worse. Does anyone else have anything to recount of Lady Sshas' life, which, cut short as it was, was worthwhile while it lasted? I didn't even blink when no one spoke up. I knew how everyone else felt about her. They thought she was a bitch. They thought she was horribly rude and impolite. Unladylike. But I knew she was more than that. The shaman looked around awkwardly, giving his own input. I, for one, thought she was always honest in matters. True to herself, even after she was married. I sigh. The ceremony is similarly awkward throughout. The people there felt like they were needed. They did not want to be there. The day whizzes by, as others give weak, forced condolences. I know no one else misses her. But that does not change how much I do. I gave my everything for her, only for her to be slaughtered by a now-Guwan. They are lucky I didn't get my hands on them, or I would have done far worse. I went home, and spent the rest of the day in bed. Sometimes I was sobbing. Sometimes I didn't have anything left to shed for her. I tried to distract myself numerous times. Television, the extranet. Nothing did the trick. I spent over a week this way. Soon, I would have to return to work, but I knew I could not focus on it. The newspaper did not help, with the obituaries listing her name. Images of the wasteland came into my head. Wandering, as a Guwandi, seeking death from better warriors. Another Guwandi, driving the spear that would send him to meet his wife again into his chest. I planned for it to happen. To take up the mantle of Guwandi. But, as a last ditch attempt, I looked back through things to distract me. I did not truly want to die. I merely wanted to be united with my wife again. The newspaper is what caught my attention, as I looked through familiar pages over and over again. NEEDED: Physically fit adult Sinta male for a long term experiment. Cash will be supplied to the subject or the subject's family in the case of death. The fact they specified that made me curious. If I took part, and died, I would get both what I wanted and something to bolster the rest of my family. It could not hurt to investigate. Perhaps it would even give me something to focus on, to drive towards. The next day, I sat blankly, in my own thoughts of a meeting room, in front of a team of researchers. Did you hear what we said, Sir Sshas? I nodded slowly, suddenly taken out of memories that still stung. Images of my wife quickly faded away. Adhomai. I would need to live there for 10 years. Correct. You would be given a hardsuit to survive the outside, and the building we have chosen out for you- in a village in the NKA bordering the PRA, would be insulated enough to allow heat warm enough for you to survive. You would be taken from a shuttleport in their capital, by us, but we would not stay any longer. I nodded slowly. And, I feel it is important to note, Sir Sshas. It is very possible you will die while on Adhomai. The planet is freezing cold, and there is a massive civil war. This is to see how extreme of a situation we can withstand. For every year you survive, you will be given an extra sum of money. If you die, your family will recieve the full amount instead. Once again, I nodded slowly. You would also receive basic supplies, enough to make light repair and maintenance over the ten years, but any deeper damage would have to be figured out while there. Now, if you read this contract, you may note. . . I would spend the next month learning rudimentary Siik'maas (I still couldnt speak it, except for the verbal bits, but I could at least understand basic phrases. Yes, no, food, even if I could not speak some of it.) I received EVA training, and got acquainted with a hardsuit that had particularly thick footpads and gloves, to help keep out the cold. Its airtank was also rather large, and it all seemed sturdy. It was heavy, but not too much so. I was not particularly talkative. The village would be informed of my arrival, though not explained what an Unathi is. Some of them might know, some might have never heard of one, but for sure none of them have ever seen one. I will be given enough money useful in the land of the Tajarans to start a job- whatever it will be. Maintenance supplies will be given at the start, while other things like food will need to be bought there. I will also be keeping a journal of my life, while I am there. I hope I am shot. The cold would be a dreadfully slow death, and if I am killed around others, perhaps they will give me the correct burial. Wishful thinking, perhaps.
  11. Sure, it can be dead slime. It would be hardened anyway to be clear and hold in place, and any damage done would simply crack it, which could be welded over like glass. Instead of shattering like treated or pane glass, it'd act like laminated glass, therefore still allowing welding brute damage to make sense. I'd probably also add some to the hand, just for imagery sake.
  12. Slime People- entirely inert slime people, with no mind of their own, are made from Mutation Toxin. Injecting it into monkeys turns them into Slime People, with no indication of any thought or higher function at all. Monkeys born from monkey cubes, which exist entirely for experimentation or research. I once saw a Xenobiologist make about 20 of them, for an albeit dumb reason, but the capacity to make slime people is far, far from impossible.
  13. And is there anything wrong with a gimmick being given greater purpose given what implications it can cause? Skrell are even currently studying slimes, im sure on a much larger scale than we do due to their inherent friendliness with the creatures. If they can be made on the Aurora, they can be made elsewhere, and theres nothing stopping other places from using this. Maybe the fact they're in research facilities adds to their expensive nature.
  14. Theres no reason to light up a prosthetic in fancy lights and shiny chrome, except for posterity (I think thats the word.). Its, lore wise, an implication for slime people. Someone can brag about how rich they are by having slime arms. Maybe high class suits in Eridani use it to flout their position. Its the same reason to choose Bishop over other models.
  15. You are not interfacing slime with the nervous system. You're interfacing a very barebones prosthetic with your nervous system, and dressing it up in cool looking slime. Its fitting a slime-person arm into a regular, exceedingly basic prosthetic to make it much more worthwhile.
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