hivefleetchicken

Sabrina's a great character, and Tenenza kicks ass as her. I think we even have a thread saying how cool she was at journalism one round. Definitely a +1 from me, since it's clear that he knows how to play some of the hardest jobs exceptionally well.

I wish I could be as loved as you. Bye-bye, old pal.

+1 From me, Gamegod is a totally sweet guy, both in terms of in-game skills and his RP capabilities. I definitely enjoy having him around, and I think giving him a whitelist would be great.

Sunglasses.

We should definitely brainstorm a -bit- better names for these medicines, because they're fucking awesome and just need some thinking before they're absolutely perfect. Contest for medicine names- go.

Uh oh.

Oh. I thought it was apparent I was just playing around, on TS. If not, my bad. I'll make sure and fix it, no questions asked. Whatsoever. On the other hand, Shayla is just an aggressive character, and I've been told by many people that they like her because of it, OOCly. While I do tend to go over the top with her, though she tends to have some sort of reason when it happens. Most commonly the product of off-station RP with another player. She is aggressive and abrasive, and I am aware of the risks of taking things too far with her, and I have been playing on her much more than usual, as a lot of situations on the station involve her. This causes her to have many more risky/aggressive moments with other players, and with that, the times I may take things too far, or get into an uncomfortable spot for both another player and me is brought up to proportion as well. Now. While this is the first note of this I have received, I will still take this greatly into my consideration as a player and a member of this community, and I appreciate the notice. You will see a definite improvement of my behavior on Teamspeak(?) and I will work on improving the way Shayla's aggressive personality intertwines with other players without them feeling attacked or whatever may have caused this. Thanks.

Never forget the day my little prince sent me this. <3

France confirmed killjoy :c Hive has proven himself to be a competent player, both in terms of a game and in terms of role play. Hive is able to simulate realistic characters with believable backgrounds with drives and motives that make sense. He has also displayed how well versed he is in SoP as an officer, so I have no problems with giving him a full whitelist. I will +1 him for the ability to roleplay as his subordinate in a stressful environment with a bitchy boss, leading to all kinds of different possibilities. And a bitchy boss you will have. (Hopefully.) :*

;C

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The blank window would speak again, echoing through the void as if it had come a very long distance to reach his computer. "Oh, uh, nothing much, bro. Just deleted some stuff. Y'know, unimportant stuff, antivirus software, firewall n'all, pfft. Since when did that protect your computer from a fire, Senri? Tell me that." Hivebot would pause shortly, before the window would pixelize itself, a few commands writing themselves along the bottom of the screen. A page would pop up with an password lock, hivebot immediately unlocking it with zero effort. "Hey, bro, check it out. Learned how to do this." The window would change again, this time displaying some sort of security camera footage of an apartment room. The camera would be focused on the bed of the apartment room, with one person currently inside of it, sleeping. The camera would zoom in, slowly revealing the sleeping woman to be December. "...Not hard to find all of you. There's hornometer right there, and... Oh, there's Eliza. She's, uh.. Hanging out with her gardener again, better leave the two to themselves. Yeah, I've been keeping tabs on fuckin' everything from there. It's pretty cool. How'r you and, uh.... 'Her', eh?" The screen would once again flash to December.

rip john was a skrub dyed scrub Also RIP Red Robin Williams god bles i was 1 of the peepl he mad a jok about at 1 of his comedy tings in san fransisko, it was teh best fing evr

As Senri would stare at Jennifer viciously deodorizing her pits, Senri's laptop screen would flicker. A separate window would open up in the corner of his screen, titled "FUCKIN' STOOPIDS EVERYWHUR". The window would be an extremely dark shade of black, almost appearing as the screen had even turned off in that area. No light came off of the mysterious program that had manifested itself, making it appear as though an endless void had emerged from Senri's laptop computer. As Senri would probably be fucking screaming in terror at whatever the hell this was, a familiar voice quickly made itself present in the void. In the background of the voice would be a chorus of quietly playing pornography and Old Space body wash commercials, somehow coming through from the other side of the mysterious window. The voice would begin it's statement, emitting a low buzz as it spoke. "Sup, dad."

lik srsly gais we ned 2 do sumfink

and de lizrd ppl w/ sekrit polis r trynig 2 tak ovr, we must kil de unafis and phphphphpphphpeebe de broodmoder of teh unafis

Fuq de polis m8s amirit

RIP John

Hm. I thought I already +1'd this. Well, I'll go again. XanderDox has repeatedly impressed me greatly with his roleplay skills, and he's perfectly competent in any role. I cannot help but +1 with as much love as humanly possible.

You look exactly how you sound XD All I saw was a Pink Floyd shirt.

As I witnessed Halo ascend throughout the cosmos on his penigration towards fate, I could only envisage with my own savage nature. I observed with utter awe as halo soared through the open air, fading ever so slowly, far-removed from our expanse of where the battle had begun, and soon after ended. As I confronted myself with the soul of a now-changed man, however, I developed a feeling of sufferance for the violent misunderstanding that was our conflict; a true, beautiful friendship that had never blossomed, never would, at this point in time. I plummeted to my knees in a sudden state of deep paroxysm for what I had done to halo. At that moment, I was overcome with a deep and compassionate empathy for the world, and all of its magnificent sights and sounds, all flowing through me en masse. I glimpsed to my blade, sheathed at my side. With the deep comprehension of my world, slowly overtaking my conscious, I then realized what had to be done. I slowly withdrew the long, burnished steel broadsword from my hip, allowing the energies of the world flowing through me to gaze upon it as well. I allowed myself a short moment of adjudication, before turning the weapon on my own being. I serenely allowed the blade to strike myself through the chest with one, nimble motion, feeling the energies of the universe slowly flow from my chest into the weapon. I shut my eyes calmly, satisfied with the resulting pain emitting from my newly carved wound. As the vivacious potency of all that ever was drained from me, it took my own spiritual animation with it. My own evanescent vision slowly faded, as I felt my life drain and seep into the Earth below me. As my vision faded, so did the pain, as both were overtaken by a peaceful consciousness of the universe and all inside of it, until there was nothing left but understanding to be witnessed. As I spiritually shifted through a dark, whispering void, I felt the presence of another energy traveling towards me. With no true form, a silent message was implanted into my being, as a familiar presence was soon detected in the dark with me, a potent scent of cheeto dust and mountain dew suddenly present in the void. The message, with no true form, quietly spoke to me. It quoted. "ayy lmao"