Goonhub
09-29-2015, 09:43 AM
Ah, The origins of my career as a farting spaceman. Stay awhile and listen.
It all started with Minecraft. I was searching for a decent server to call my regular, when I found one that I adored. I would later be known for a while as Nirrius.
Now this server introduced me to some friends from around the world, some that I still talk to daily to this day, after almost a decade! but these are not the ones important to the story; Only one is, and his handle was Mario90900.
We were always in this group, building cities and our own little projects. We would share freely of our resources, and many large projects were to be had. Then one day, Mario90900 introduced me to a game called Space Station 13, and here begins what I call "The Golden Age of /tg/station"
At first, I was not amused; Every action was clunky and unintuitive, and a constant fear of breaking the rules and never playing with my buddy again created a constant paranoia that still is with me to this day. But, like moss, the game grew on me; I began playing daily and reporting any bugs I found.
After a while, I was shocked that Mario90900 became an admin! I began learning more and more of the games little quirks, and we started prank wars. Mario tended to play a lizard Janitor named Jon Riker, which eventually led to the explosion of lizard-people in the other codebases (to my knowledge). As his character was always a somewhat shy, but dedicated fellow, I decided to make my clown the biggest butt-pipe imaginable and often swapped his cleaner foam grenades with blood smoke and the occasional space-lube foam grenades, when I could hack in and steal the galoshes.
After a while, some stupid, thin-skinned player practically forced Mario90900 to step down from the admin position, and shortly after, the game. The playerbase lamented the loss of our favorite scaled janitor, and a small group of players (including myself) would take up the job as lizard janitors, but never the name. It was after this that the community began to show signs of decay, and it was not too long after that one group let elitism and ego go to their head and doom /tg/station to what it is today.
After Mario left, So did one of the greatest coders of that branch, Errorage. He had resigned due to allegations of being a raging bone-flute, similar to my friend. Then came the worst person possible to ever begin to code in BYOND to step in: paprka.
At first, paprka was alright: he made some really good balances to certain aspects, making it easier for antags to actually have a chance to escape the grasp of security. But then, things start to go down the shitter.
It was during this time I was interested in coding, so I hung out there to learn some from poking around the svn. I was alerted to some very clique-y actions before, but the one that broke the camel's back was when one young aspiring coder, StarToad, was giving the best he could into his ideas, even spriting and coding them himself. What did the coderbus do? Flat out mocked his work and put his ideas down. Then, all of a sudden, he vanished. This will be important later, so remember this.
The coders were always a group of introverts, but always listened and played alongside us. When Errorage left, it was like they began to hold the players in contempt, and would begin changing shit that was "For balance", but more often than not, these balances were not only wrecking the feel of the game, but often were so insignificant that only veterans would know these tricks. Then paprka tried to remove Donk Pockets. His reasoning? "Special Snowflake Coding", as the coding was not part of some stupid, self-made standard. The community had been through several changes that they hated, but no one felt like they could stand up to the coders. I realized that, if I did not take action, nobody would.
I decided to post in their forums about the commit that would remove Donk Pockets, and made several points as to why removing them would be messing with the very style of the codebase. Apparently, this resonated with a terrifying number of players, admins, and mods; A shitstorm was headed straight for paprka. His response was a marking point; what was once a decent coder became known as the shit-heel of a once good batch of hobbyists.
paprka turned on everyone, and kicked into overdrive. Donk Pockets remained, but he began making his own stuff and slamming it in, with other coders seeming to be on his side. many more changes to the gameplay came, and when met with negative feedback, would insult, belittle and outright troll players.
At this time, something was pointed out to me about StarToad disappearance; The coders on the channel started a running joke that Startoad had, and I quote, "Several Gigabytes of kiddy-porn on his hard-drive". This "Joke" turned into a rumor on the server, and StarToad was so appalled and worn-down from torment, he gave up coding entirely, and never played any form of SS13 again.
When I became aware of this, I was totally conflicted. At the time, I was doing spriting for /tg/, and a few others. I still have the files of a banana lamp I created, and it has gone onto other servers, like Sigurd and /vg/. But after hearing a foul joke that turned into a life-destroying internet rumor about a person, I came to the conclusion that, morally and physically, I could not be a part of people that would do such a hateful deed to someone that young.
So I left. I stopped playing for a long time. Then I was told about /vg/. All the old guard had fled to their own server, taken the best parts of /tg/,Bay, and a few others, and started making their own code and maps! I jumped in, ready to sprite. This is where I discovered goonstation. The details are hazy, but I think I wound up being a sort of diplomatic relations when it became to spriting or something, but eventually, goon coding and the players kind of latched onto me and assimilated me. Now I play solely on Servers 1,4, and occasionally 3 when I want to try to build my own station. Now, I am always helping the solarium runners and currently amassing scrap metal to fix up a few things on my machine and pay my goon membership.
It all started with Minecraft. I was searching for a decent server to call my regular, when I found one that I adored. I would later be known for a while as Nirrius.
Now this server introduced me to some friends from around the world, some that I still talk to daily to this day, after almost a decade! but these are not the ones important to the story; Only one is, and his handle was Mario90900.
We were always in this group, building cities and our own little projects. We would share freely of our resources, and many large projects were to be had. Then one day, Mario90900 introduced me to a game called Space Station 13, and here begins what I call "The Golden Age of /tg/station"
At first, I was not amused; Every action was clunky and unintuitive, and a constant fear of breaking the rules and never playing with my buddy again created a constant paranoia that still is with me to this day. But, like moss, the game grew on me; I began playing daily and reporting any bugs I found.
After a while, I was shocked that Mario90900 became an admin! I began learning more and more of the games little quirks, and we started prank wars. Mario tended to play a lizard Janitor named Jon Riker, which eventually led to the explosion of lizard-people in the other codebases (to my knowledge). As his character was always a somewhat shy, but dedicated fellow, I decided to make my clown the biggest butt-pipe imaginable and often swapped his cleaner foam grenades with blood smoke and the occasional space-lube foam grenades, when I could hack in and steal the galoshes.
After a while, some stupid, thin-skinned player practically forced Mario90900 to step down from the admin position, and shortly after, the game. The playerbase lamented the loss of our favorite scaled janitor, and a small group of players (including myself) would take up the job as lizard janitors, but never the name. It was after this that the community began to show signs of decay, and it was not too long after that one group let elitism and ego go to their head and doom /tg/station to what it is today.
After Mario left, So did one of the greatest coders of that branch, Errorage. He had resigned due to allegations of being a raging bone-flute, similar to my friend. Then came the worst person possible to ever begin to code in BYOND to step in: paprka.
At first, paprka was alright: he made some really good balances to certain aspects, making it easier for antags to actually have a chance to escape the grasp of security. But then, things start to go down the shitter.
It was during this time I was interested in coding, so I hung out there to learn some from poking around the svn. I was alerted to some very clique-y actions before, but the one that broke the camel's back was when one young aspiring coder, StarToad, was giving the best he could into his ideas, even spriting and coding them himself. What did the coderbus do? Flat out mocked his work and put his ideas down. Then, all of a sudden, he vanished. This will be important later, so remember this.
The coders were always a group of introverts, but always listened and played alongside us. When Errorage left, it was like they began to hold the players in contempt, and would begin changing shit that was "For balance", but more often than not, these balances were not only wrecking the feel of the game, but often were so insignificant that only veterans would know these tricks. Then paprka tried to remove Donk Pockets. His reasoning? "Special Snowflake Coding", as the coding was not part of some stupid, self-made standard. The community had been through several changes that they hated, but no one felt like they could stand up to the coders. I realized that, if I did not take action, nobody would.
I decided to post in their forums about the commit that would remove Donk Pockets, and made several points as to why removing them would be messing with the very style of the codebase. Apparently, this resonated with a terrifying number of players, admins, and mods; A shitstorm was headed straight for paprka. His response was a marking point; what was once a decent coder became known as the shit-heel of a once good batch of hobbyists.
paprka turned on everyone, and kicked into overdrive. Donk Pockets remained, but he began making his own stuff and slamming it in, with other coders seeming to be on his side. many more changes to the gameplay came, and when met with negative feedback, would insult, belittle and outright troll players.
At this time, something was pointed out to me about StarToad disappearance; The coders on the channel started a running joke that Startoad had, and I quote, "Several Gigabytes of kiddy-porn on his hard-drive". This "Joke" turned into a rumor on the server, and StarToad was so appalled and worn-down from torment, he gave up coding entirely, and never played any form of SS13 again.
When I became aware of this, I was totally conflicted. At the time, I was doing spriting for /tg/, and a few others. I still have the files of a banana lamp I created, and it has gone onto other servers, like Sigurd and /vg/. But after hearing a foul joke that turned into a life-destroying internet rumor about a person, I came to the conclusion that, morally and physically, I could not be a part of people that would do such a hateful deed to someone that young.
So I left. I stopped playing for a long time. Then I was told about /vg/. All the old guard had fled to their own server, taken the best parts of /tg/,Bay, and a few others, and started making their own code and maps! I jumped in, ready to sprite. This is where I discovered goonstation. The details are hazy, but I think I wound up being a sort of diplomatic relations when it became to spriting or something, but eventually, goon coding and the players kind of latched onto me and assimilated me. Now I play solely on Servers 1,4, and occasionally 3 when I want to try to build my own station. Now, I am always helping the solarium runners and currently amassing scrap metal to fix up a few things on my machine and pay my goon membership.