Goonhub
11-19-2018, 10:15 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-19-2018, 10:16 AM by warcrimes. Edited 1 time in total.)
The server wigs out for over five straight minutes, taking no commands.
OOC: John Warcrimes: Fuck sorry.
@everyone: you hear a small, muffled explosion in the distance.
Ada O'Hara [6]
You grab a fire extinguisher that's been left unattended near a workstation... odd thing, so you slap it with a reagent scanner just in case.
Black Poweder, 39u
Firefighting Foam, 11u
Lucky find innit?
Selladore Kaine [6]
You yell at him as he runs, "Hey you forgot your nuts!". It's probably a lost cause.
On the other hand, you turn around to find your beloved plant trays completely overgrown...
With that DANK ASS KUSH!
You must have done something right in that plant master 'cause you've got a few rainbowed plants in the bunch too.
Horatio Jiggles [4][4][1]
You Poke the crusher.
You Poke the crusher.
You Poke th-SQUELCH
You hover above the crusher. Your gibs calmly proceed along the beltway and land in a neat pile near the smelter.
Wiggles Wigglesby [2]
You tippa-tappa on the keyboard but none of it makes any sense to you. You click on one of the buttons that seems more obvious than the rest and -
You logged out. Fuck.
At least you've got this guy's stuff.
You hear an explosion, very close.
Sam Eagle [2]
You arrive at security, and say ";fuck" lets you in. You're met by Jack Jackson (as HoS HoSson) in a bloody uniform. He calmly informs you that there was an internal dispute in security, and that everything is under control. He does this while obviously forcing one of his subordinate officers to eat a spoiled, awful-smelling potato, whole and raw. Why doesn't this station have a Human Resources department? You always wondered.
He lets you take the dead officer, provided you don't clone him. SEEMS PERFECTLY REASONABLE AND REGULAR TO YOU
Adrian Clarke [5]
You pop another potato into Jack's arm socket for interrupting your sonnet before the titular verse. Never will he know whom had gotten wood, and why. Shameful.
Jack, nonplussed rips the potato out again and tosses it to you gently.
Eat it he says.
You protest, but you know the rules, in your heart.
You eat the potato, slowly. It's disgusting, but you've got a steel stomach [6]. You manage not to vomit.
Jack Jackson [5]
You rip out your new, less-fresh potato stump arm and toss it to Adrian.
Eat it you tell him.
He hesitates, asks you if you're serious, and then reluctantly chomps down.
You're surprised he hasn't puked yet, but your gawk show is interrupted by a roboticist.
You expertly divert his questions and assuage his doubts. This is normal security stuff. Totally normal.
He drags the dead secoff away.
Punch Monster [1]
You toss a pipebomb at one of the monkeys, fart, and turn around to peace it out of there-
Before you can say Bubs' Mum the monkey tosses it right back at you, primed, and beeping.
*SHITFUCK*
You hear a deafening blast and pass out.
Kickflip Brozinski [4]
You decide to go outside the box of reality and design your own adhoc crafting system.
You wire a cell to a flashlight. You now have a single-use flash.
You duct tape the single use flash to a rod. You now have a Flash Halberd.
You stuff some fuel and a welder into your backpack.
There's no telling how this shit is gonna work, considering it doesn't formally exist.
Your Hume counter clicks busilly.
OOC: John Warcrimes: Fuck sorry.
@everyone: you hear a small, muffled explosion in the distance.
Ada O'Hara [6]
You grab a fire extinguisher that's been left unattended near a workstation... odd thing, so you slap it with a reagent scanner just in case.
Black Poweder, 39u
Firefighting Foam, 11u
Lucky find innit?
Selladore Kaine [6]
You yell at him as he runs, "Hey you forgot your nuts!". It's probably a lost cause.
On the other hand, you turn around to find your beloved plant trays completely overgrown...
With that DANK ASS KUSH!
You must have done something right in that plant master 'cause you've got a few rainbowed plants in the bunch too.
Horatio Jiggles [4][4][1]
You Poke the crusher.
You Poke the crusher.
You Poke th-SQUELCH
You hover above the crusher. Your gibs calmly proceed along the beltway and land in a neat pile near the smelter.
Wiggles Wigglesby [2]
You tippa-tappa on the keyboard but none of it makes any sense to you. You click on one of the buttons that seems more obvious than the rest and -
You logged out. Fuck.
At least you've got this guy's stuff.
You hear an explosion, very close.
Sam Eagle [2]
You arrive at security, and say ";fuck" lets you in. You're met by Jack Jackson (as HoS HoSson) in a bloody uniform. He calmly informs you that there was an internal dispute in security, and that everything is under control. He does this while obviously forcing one of his subordinate officers to eat a spoiled, awful-smelling potato, whole and raw. Why doesn't this station have a Human Resources department? You always wondered.
He lets you take the dead officer, provided you don't clone him. SEEMS PERFECTLY REASONABLE AND REGULAR TO YOU
Adrian Clarke [5]
You pop another potato into Jack's arm socket for interrupting your sonnet before the titular verse. Never will he know whom had gotten wood, and why. Shameful.
Jack, nonplussed rips the potato out again and tosses it to you gently.
Eat it he says.
You protest, but you know the rules, in your heart.
You eat the potato, slowly. It's disgusting, but you've got a steel stomach [6]. You manage not to vomit.
Jack Jackson [5]
You rip out your new, less-fresh potato stump arm and toss it to Adrian.
Eat it you tell him.
He hesitates, asks you if you're serious, and then reluctantly chomps down.
You're surprised he hasn't puked yet, but your gawk show is interrupted by a roboticist.
You expertly divert his questions and assuage his doubts. This is normal security stuff. Totally normal.
He drags the dead secoff away.
Punch Monster [1]
You toss a pipebomb at one of the monkeys, fart, and turn around to peace it out of there-
Before you can say Bubs' Mum the monkey tosses it right back at you, primed, and beeping.
*SHITFUCK*
You hear a deafening blast and pass out.
Kickflip Brozinski [4]
You decide to go outside the box of reality and design your own adhoc crafting system.
You wire a cell to a flashlight. You now have a single-use flash.
You duct tape the single use flash to a rod. You now have a Flash Halberd.
You stuff some fuel and a welder into your backpack.
There's no telling how this shit is gonna work, considering it doesn't formally exist.
Your Hume counter clicks busilly.