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Imran and Imraj already know eachother, nothing there. My IPCs would start conversing in german. Imraj would probably hate everyone. My dionae would just be chill as fuck. Imran would try to show off to everyone and be yelled at by Imraj

"No no no dude, watch this." *Continues banging on the back of the track* "YEAH, I FUCKING CAME IN HER TOO!"

I listen to whatever I feel like.

*Picks up a wood board and begins to slam on the back of the truck* "HEY BLACK GUY I FUCKED YOUR MOM LAST NIGHT!"

I'd be up for RD-access-needing lockboxes. And, if a scientist wants to be weapons testing unhindered, then they'd go up to the brig and ask to use the firing range with the help of a warden/HoS/officer.

IMO, I'd like to see a watered down version for sec officers and the warden, with the HoS getting a regular version. RnD can make the regulars, traitors can get the regulars. Regarding this little war we're having, just remember this. Cargo? You can order almost any materials in, and not only that but the miners can produce crossbows with ease. Science? There's no lockboxes, they can produce almost any weapon if cargo sent materials. Medical? Chemistry. And the fact that they're the people with the important med supplies. Also, genetics. Engineering? Emitters. They have everything they need to build a fort. And, plasteel bats.

I think handwraps exist as an item in the code, so this could be done easily.

Doomberg best berg!

-Singhking I just peppersprayed 4 resisting assholes in escape while they were being muzzled, I love my job!

Character's Name: Abaddon Badrier Character's Age: 4124 Character's Race: Demon Place of Birth: (Not really sure what to put here, The void?) Alignment: Neutral If Caster/Demon, Powers: Fire and illusion magic If Demon, Weakness: Water severely burns him, along with ice. Affiliation: Lone-Wolf Short Biography: . Abaddon was there for many battles, he tortured and fought and mauled in the name of his kind, eventually becoming a skilled smith and was bestowed the title "Abaddon The Forger". During the year of 4572, he fled from Genesis' castle as the heroes began to turn the tide. As a result , for the last centuries he has been an exile in the demon world, wandering the countryside and visiting cities, fending off Arc Runner, Caster, and Demon attacks. In the same time he took time to learn and teach himself the new age weapons, flintlocks. After a demon attack destroys his workshop, Abaddon (Fearing the next attack may claim his life) decides the best place to hide is in plain sight, disguises himself as a inconspicuous weaponsmith, and moves to Azandria Port Anything else of note: Operates out of a small weapons shop in the poorer area of Azandria Port.

*Still hiding in the back* "I'll tell you, but you gotta come closer.".

Perhaps, as a form of protection, you'd need to be wearing some sort of hardsuit to protect yourself?

Agreed, I don't like races that are animal-human hybrids (Tajara, unathi, vaucra). IMO, we should have more races like dionae and Vox.

GRAAAAAAAAAAH! GODAMNTMOTHERFUCKINGSPLINTERWHYOHGOD FUCKWASTHATTHEDOOR? SHIT I BETTER HIDE *Goes into the dark, far back of the truck*

*STOMP* GODAMNIT SPLINTER! GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT THAT HURT. *Picks up the wooden board and begins to furiously beat the door with it* OPEN GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT I NEED TO PUT SOME POLYSPORIN ON THIS CRAP.

Security drinks togather after every shift, totes canon.

Rocket Launcher=TF2, it's modeled after the direct hit and has the description of "MAGGOTS!" which is what the rocket launcher-toting soldier screams. Gateway=Star Gate Killer tomatos=Attack of the giant tomatos Ling=The thing Lawyer suits=Ace Attorney Void Suits=2001L: A space odyssey Energy Sword=Star Wars Robocop Lawset=Robocop Asimov Lawset= Asimov's laws of robotics. Maint Drone Lawset=Mass Effect Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster=Hichhiker's guide to the galaxy. Slimes and Blob= References to "The Blob" Waverthin Mint=Monty Python Golden Plaque=DF

Fuck, I gotta get out of here. Who the fuck was that? ...I'm off my daily jacking off schedule Are those boards? *Canon begins to furiously stomp on the wooden boards*

*Gets up, looks out hole* Looks like noon, I need to jack off. Fuck, my zipper is up. *Unzip* ...There's people here, fuck. *zip*

Why the fuck did that guy just kick the other one. Why the fuck is this idiot singing. Where the fuck am I.

I want flashbangs to stay in. They're a perfect weapon to use during hostage situations, open one door, flashbang, 3 officers charge in. Yes, it makes little sense they're open to every sec officer, at the same time we still have an armoury despite it being a science station, and that we also have a bar, chapel, and an office that no one uses.

Who the fuck are these people. Why the fuck does my head hurt. Is that fucking blood? ...My favourite black shirt is fucking bloodstained.

Why do I feel weight on my back? What am I carrying?

((Fine)) My head feels like it's about to burst any second...I got a wierd mixture of happiness and sickness in my body. I look down to see a black suit on me, with a white shirt and a red tie.

I wonder why the hell I have a owl mask on my face.