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Motherfucking amen.

Things I hate: No caps spam, no hard feelings, no sense left in this world. Warning, this gets graphic.

As Jim Calhoun slammed his armored fist into the force airlock button, the airlock doors screeched open with a scrape of hydraulics, followed by a rapid gush of wind as the warm air flooded out into the cold abyss of space. With his magboots locking his feet to the floor, the security officer of the NSS Aurora teetered slightly as he took his first heavy step onto the loose grills lining the solar array. Taking only a quick glance to investigate the damaged wires and solar panels, Calhoun carefully toggled his microphone, followed by a crackle of static. "Same as Southwest Solars," he reported, taking another moment to appreciate the damage done by the unknown outlaw that had been sabotaging their systems since the start of the shift, "Though this one doesn't look as destroyed. I don't think he was fin..." He'd trail off, inhaling slowly with a painfully long hiss of air. 'Uh oh.' All of a sudden, Calhoun became very aware of a feeling he was being watched. He froze, his stomach dropping and his breath slowing, and time and space seemed to slow down for a moment as someone prodded an energy gun barrel into the back of his head. Hard. Calhoun knew it was to make sure he felt it, but he found the gesture rude nonetheless. With his magboots holding him in place, however, he'd merely tip forward slightly and rock back. His PDA beeped. A message from Shas'kala Sakaei, Security Officer. Unclipping his PDA slowly and carefully, he'd mouth the words to himself and sigh. 'Frequency 144.1. Now.' A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he tried to find the best way out of the situation. He settled on small talk. "I'm hoping you're about to tell me you're just conveniently patrolling here too." Silence. "I take it you're not going to talk, then. Great." He closed his eyes and waited. "...I didn't know the money wassss on your head, Calhoun. But a deal issss a deal." Calhoun gritted his teeth. "Save the verbal pity. You're getting paid for this, anyway. Might as well enjoy it." "I didn't sssssign up for the money," Sakaei interjected. "Then what?" "NanoTrassssen needssss to be taught a lesssson." "What does that have to do with getting payed to kill me?" More silence. Calhoun knew he had one chance of getting out of this, so he took it while the Unathi was busy thinking. 'Stupid liggers,' he told himself in his head, before ducking under the barrel of the gun against his head. A flash of red blasted past his visor as Sakaei's reaction shot missed. Wasting no time, Jim threw his fist out and clashed it right into the laser rifle's barrel, sending the gun's aim wide. With his own rifle in the other hand, he trained the barrel on the Unathi's chest, firing once. Shas'kala Sakaei leapt backwards, throwing his rifle, before slamming into the closed airlock as the shot flew wide of its mark, hitting a solar panel. Before Jim Calhoun could fire again, the Unathi darted off of the door, using the momentum to pounce into Calhoun, driving him to the ground on his back. Shas'kala ripped a long black cylindrical handle from his belt as he regained his balance and stood over Calhoun, hitting a button near the end as a blade made of glowing red energy would materialize out of it. Calhoun had seen one before, but never one that was about to disembowel him. Using all his might, Calhoun reached out and yanked the Unathi to the floor by his ankles. Shas'kala slammed into the plating with a howl as his feet broke under the pressure of the magboots being bent sideways, his pain driving him berserk as he plunged the blade into Calhoun's thigh from the side, producing an animal yelp from Jim as the blade cut clean through his suit and leg. Shas'kala dragged himself closer to Calhoun as the human shrieked horribly as the tear in his suit ripped wider and wider, and Sakaei pulled himself on top of Calhoun, straddling him, before driving the sword into Calhoun's visor. With a flash of sparks, the mechanical face piece of Jim's EVA suit blew open, the sword slicing into Jim's face. His shrieks ended immediately as Sakaei tumbled off and landed next to Jim with a thud. Sakaei dragged himself by his hands into the airlock, groaning in pain as he tuned his frequency back to common. "Help, Fore solarssss!" He'd howl into the security channel. "Jim wassss a traitor!"

No lesbians, no 12 year olds, no neon hair, no tajaran furfetish stuff? Heyyy, pretty nice. Could use more gibs, though.

I've got a 5c too and these forums look fucking rubbish on it. These new forums entirely look like rubbish in my honest opinion, everything's so hard to read and tell what's part of what. The borders on everything are too faded, and the coloring is a bunch of ass-spraying mayhem.

put nuclear war in adhomai?

put nuclear war in adhomai

Holy fuck as I was reading this thread I brought one of my legs up onto the chair and one of my lights burnt out and the second one made my knee look like a giant shadow standing behind me so out of nowhere one of my lights popped and there was a giant shadow right fucking behind me cast on the wall in front of me fuck you dude god damn cursed fucking thread jesus christ my heart

At least we tried.

I'm seemingly angry all the fucking time these days on Aurora, and now it's starting to actually fuck up my sleep cycles. I unfortunately just can't convince myself to put up with the quality of a lot of the role play quality we've received this past month. We currently have another 10:1 lesbay-nurse-miku-to-normal-(positively homosexual)-human-female crisis, lots of idiotic humans with no regards to principle roleplay elements like fear or pain - willing to meet a lethal weapon aimed at them and an order to drop their weapons with an idiotic charge and pushspam, and OOC cheerleaders who really can't cut the panty gossip and insist on mentioning how popular(PROMISCUOUS) their characters are. Worst of all, there's just too many for me to kill or shame into growing up! So I'm doing the necessary thing to calming down and getting real sunlight like no one else here seems to do. I'm not leaving. Just whining and explaining impending inactivity. Seriously people, clean up the RP taste. It's really sour right now.

Happy birthday, stay clever and funny.

At that range, you're a real Fredrick Zöller.

Loow is an absolute qt who is always firm and polite. I've never seen him get pissed or have an emotional breakdown so he's pretty much purebred mod material.

Don't come back, dearest Nebs. Real life is much more gratifying and ss13 is merely an alternate form of loneliness. We will miss you, but your talents and love should be spent somewhere that matters. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut as long as you're here, BRING IN THE DANCING LOBSTERS!

10/10, totes agree with [thing] >[doing thing] Nice shit post m8 Hey don't mind me I'm just reserved over here

Reserved.

Yeaaaaaah maybe not

This is not shitpost!!! This is serious /business to help free aurora from dystopian dictator sleeper agent mind control gangster police free mrlimes he is the only one who can keep the brain thoughts broadcasting radios from stsaying in charge

Skye's rim belongs to the nords

a rev round with him Calhoun that doesn't involve Sakaei killing literally everyone? Whatever you say, dude.

I'm gonna be honest this is one of delta's best threads

I need to wash my hands

What about Borna? Have I been fooling myself all this time?

Let's not get too unrealistic here. Delta loses his shit. He gets mad at (imo) many petty things and lets it get to his head. He then expresses his frustration verbally - aaaaaand then that's about where it ends. He gets mad, he talks about it, he calms down, and he returns to doing a great job. I don't know if I've ever seen Delta take a problem like IC drama or shittery and let it influence how he acts in further rounds, so I think it's testament enough that if I've have never heard of delta acting to metagrudge others as a player, you won't see him metagrudging as a moderator to make people's rounds hard, or throwing the book at them for wrong reasons. He makes lots of complaints, yes, but I'd say that's a helluva' lot better than trying to take the matter into his own hands, since he's putting his reasoning on ice and letting others weigh in. TL;DR - he has the capacity to be salty, but I've never seen it get in the way of him doing his duties.