SirStem

Hey guys! Remember Me? ...No? Oh well. Back from near-indefinite hiatus due to school and life and existing and stuff. Gonna try to dive back in with new experiences and shitposting I in OTD.

Sophie Abbot has died a bunch of times, what's one more? Feel free to stick her in it.

Revenge of the Fifth.

Food items do not make effective melee weapons. However, they sure are entertaining to watch. Taking the stunbaton from the research outpost is impolite to the anomalists. Instead, consider asking (begging) medical or robotics for their largely useless syringe guns. Science + Alcohol = widespread chaos. Exercise good judgement, little researchers.

Nothing says efficiency like stuffing your unwilling captive in Space Balls and carting them off. Space Balls is a one-way imprisonment system guaranteed to make your hostage situation 300% less murderboned. Space Balls is a licensed trademark of NanoTrasen.

I glanced through it, and in my (awful) knowledge of code it appears it won't give your computer e-herpes. That being said! I am probably the worst coder alive, so I might not know virus code if it bit me in the posterior. Please do not let this .exe file bite me in the posterior.

+1 this whole idea. Nothing breaks my immersion more than seeing the dormitories and thinking, 'huh, guess I don't ever sleep'. This makes a lot of sense.

If you give the Aurora playerbase a cookie...

Guess I'll put my unpopular opinion in here. I think this could be interesting; for instance, using heroin or a heroin-like drug to force an immediate addiction onto people, and the only way they can get more is to come to you. Much better RP than forcing an implant into people, at least in my opinion.

So that forum rules button leads to a page that doesn't exist. Take what you will from that.

"I am a paid spokesperson with no real opinion of my own and I approve of this message." --SirStem drops the mic and GOOD SHIT walks out.

Things that frequently piss me off:

A silhouette of a woman appears on your screen, speaking in a heavily-filtered voice. "This is Hyperion, of the Regal Coalition. Our goal is to become the number-one underground arms dealer in charted space. In that vein, a researcher on the NSS Exodus has caught our attention. The researcher Sophie Abbot has recently been experimenting with laser weaponry of an incredible caliber so to speak. We want those guns." Hyperion takes a pause, presumably to sip her coffee. "My organization has no objections to however you get those specs. Kidnapping, torture, bribery, and extortion are all fair game. We have also received intel from a reliable source that her PDA contains a log of her experiment notes. If you are unable to retrieve the specs themselves, a detailed report will suffice. It is recommended you retrieve full documentation of the plans. However, on a personal note..." The figure leans toward the camera. "She deserves to suffer. Beat her. Steal her money. Destroy her lab. Kill her. Whatever you feel is appropriate. I will offer you 2 million credits for the intel alone, 5 million for the intel and proof that she suffered, and 8 million for Abbot herself. Be warned; she is cleverer than she appears. Good luck, Operative. And agent? We have eyes everywhere. Do not forget that. Hyperion out." Hyperion touches a button on her end, and the screen goes black.

Show that SAMPLe pride! +1

...Any chance I can get on the SIIB?

I'm all in favor of social liberties and a free market.

Fluffy is an excellent RP'er and a great player in general. +1.

That moment when you read this in class and bust out laughing like an idiot.

A semi-sentient blob of goo is the most dangerous force the universe can enact upon you. Said blob of goo can speak directly into your mind...but can't figure out doors. Spritzing blobs of goo with water will kill them more effectively than the holy fire of toxins. No matter how full a locker or crate is, there can always be more inside of it. Size is irrelevant; a Donk Pocket-sized box can hold all the air you could ever breathe. Nanotrasen is your friend. Due to patented Universal Containment Technology, falling into space and going I one direction will inevitably mean you will return to the station eventually, on the opposite side you left from. ((Loving this thread.))

Gonna have to drop out now, my schedule just got a lot more hectic. Sorry, all.

Consider me interested.

In all seriousness though. Wish I had that kind of time/dedication/people skills for, what, seven posts a day on average?

I see a challenger to Hive's reign of off-topic terror. ALL HAIL NANAKO

When I first started playing, I found myself in proximity to Nursie frequently enough, and I got a lot of miscellaneous pointers OOCly from her. She treated my beginner's incompetence with a level head and respect, even when I accidentally broke the research wing. +1, hands down.

Doesn't change the fact that I'm sleeping with a toolbox under my pillow with harm intent on. Bring it, gray tide.