Goonhub
09-14-2019, 02:25 PM
The tragic story of the first and the last tea party of Manta's release round.
How a simple gathering turns into a painstaking journey of ups and downs.
And as soon as everything was put into place and the destined meeting has been ready, the feast would turn into nothing.
The frog ambassador would arrive on the station, stuttering in their voice and trying to gather the Manta's crewmembers to join one grand tea party to commemorate the event.
He'd be met with difficulties, not just from all the accents he's been afflicted with.
A hyperactive clown drinking too much coffee and being difficult to make contact with, another crewmember willing to join the party being found dragged dead to medbay minutes later.
Crewmembers would agree to join the party and yet mysteriously disappear all the time.
At one point just before it was to begin the party got engulfed in flames, the damage of which was minimized thanks to one of the participating doctors.
And despite the hardships, the partygoers persisted and through their endurance, finally the stars seemed to have aligned and given them luck.
A table outfitted with glass vases, mugs, glasses, bottles of tea and other drinks as well as the obligatory very suspicious looking cakes from the bartender's table waited for the feast to begin.
It was a very diverse group, consisting of a greek attire-wearing frog, a bug and a horse dressed as barbers, one sharp-looking gentleman and a beautiful princess.
And as soon as the mugs are picked up, the men prepare to celebrate, a shoutout to future great times on Manta is made and as Julian makes his well-mannered response of "And you, old chap"...
Everything stops.
Not a sip or bite is made.
The charred floor from the former flames of sabotage stares into them with an evil grimace.
The server has died.
This is the story of the tea party that though has suffered and yet successfully persisted through several disasters and lost men still never came to be.
The participants:
Casey Spark(Gerhazo)
Julian Stough-Jackson(Avak32)
Mouse Fitzgerald(Cthucky)
Sov Exant(Sovexe)
Nolan North(The Gorog)
(due to the event crashing and the fact that people were coming and going all the time I really hope I didn't mess up this list but I'm fairly confident this is the final group)
This turned out much, much harder to organise than expected(though it wasn't helped by me playing an ambassador without a PDA and mutation accents, a shoutout for supplying the mutadone for to Clifford Stills). Everything was done inside the game with no outside channel communication, which was great to have been possible. I felt the server crashing at that moment was a perfect ending to the whole situation and the hardships faced.
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How a simple gathering turns into a painstaking journey of ups and downs.
And as soon as everything was put into place and the destined meeting has been ready, the feast would turn into nothing.
The frog ambassador would arrive on the station, stuttering in their voice and trying to gather the Manta's crewmembers to join one grand tea party to commemorate the event.
He'd be met with difficulties, not just from all the accents he's been afflicted with.
A hyperactive clown drinking too much coffee and being difficult to make contact with, another crewmember willing to join the party being found dragged dead to medbay minutes later.
Crewmembers would agree to join the party and yet mysteriously disappear all the time.
At one point just before it was to begin the party got engulfed in flames, the damage of which was minimized thanks to one of the participating doctors.
And despite the hardships, the partygoers persisted and through their endurance, finally the stars seemed to have aligned and given them luck.
A table outfitted with glass vases, mugs, glasses, bottles of tea and other drinks as well as the obligatory very suspicious looking cakes from the bartender's table waited for the feast to begin.
It was a very diverse group, consisting of a greek attire-wearing frog, a bug and a horse dressed as barbers, one sharp-looking gentleman and a beautiful princess.
And as soon as the mugs are picked up, the men prepare to celebrate, a shoutout to future great times on Manta is made and as Julian makes his well-mannered response of "And you, old chap"...
Everything stops.
Not a sip or bite is made.
The charred floor from the former flames of sabotage stares into them with an evil grimace.
The server has died.
This is the story of the tea party that though has suffered and yet successfully persisted through several disasters and lost men still never came to be.
The participants:
Casey Spark(Gerhazo)
Julian Stough-Jackson(Avak32)
Mouse Fitzgerald(Cthucky)
Sov Exant(Sovexe)
Nolan North(The Gorog)
(due to the event crashing and the fact that people were coming and going all the time I really hope I didn't mess up this list but I'm fairly confident this is the final group)
This turned out much, much harder to organise than expected(though it wasn't helped by me playing an ambassador without a PDA and mutation accents, a shoutout for supplying the mutadone for to Clifford Stills). Everything was done inside the game with no outside channel communication, which was great to have been possible. I felt the server crashing at that moment was a perfect ending to the whole situation and the hardships faced.