GET DAT FUKKEN DISK

[NateTheSquid]

"lets get this thing disarmed! or just launch it far enough away it doesnt do anything"

"oh wait, i know just where to put it, we'll just wait for the next merchant shuttle"

[Berrik]

I'm going to hit up the genetecist and the roboticist, in that order, to see if I can get cool powers and gnarly robot limbs.

[Roomba]

Clearly, my main flaw up until now has been lack of ambition. I grab another jetpack and head over to where all those people are yelling about a nuke. Maybe I can borrow some nuke bits to make a nuclear-powered rocket skateboard.

[HydroFloric]

Oh damn, I begin to run wildly around yelling into my radio. "WHERE ARE THE SYNDIES IM GONNA BLOW!"

[HotCoffeeMug]

well the skateboard was fun while it lasted.

maybe i should use the pod to drive through a different wall into the space while it has air and then run in hopes that noone is seeing me do that.

[Lady Birb]

With the operative gone, I exit my shell and begin flipping through cameras again.

[Winklabom]

I hear the explosion in the public hallway and decide to recite a joke about explosive diarrhea, that my dad taught me, over the radio/intercom assembly.

[Noah Buttes]

Honk honk honk honk.

[NesMettaur]

The admins must be crazy.

Naturally, I respond the way any sane person would- by declaring the ship a state of lawlessness over the comms, hoping to encourage the crew to rise in spirits against adminship and order.

[Superlagg]

Superlagg screams!

WHAT THE HOLY SHITFUCK YOU STABBED ME IN THE OW MY FUCKIN EYE YOU BASTARD

TIME TO 420 BLAZE IT

I FLAMETHROW IN ALL DIRECTIONS HOPING TO CATCH THAT FUCKIN FUCKER IN THE FUCKSPRAY AAA

[Vitatroll]

Realizing that I may have fucked up just a tad, I activate my biological defense mechanism; the Chernobyl of farts. Farts having been known throughout history to go great with fire.
Spoiler!

[elan_oots]

I go over and heal flourish

[Technature]

a pleasant hug (1.........NOTHING LESS THAN ABSOLUTE FAILURE WILL DO): Your statues are almost done, just a little...bit...more...ohshit it tumbled into the other statues.
Oh Shit they're starting to tear down the rest of the skatepark.
OH SHIT THEY TORE THAT HOLE BACK UP!
And the skateboards arrived.
aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Bologna Prime (3): You head back into your room and turn your bedsheet into a cape.
You then head to the captain's room.
His bedsheet's already been stolen.
At least you have a cape I guess.

NateTheSquid (2): You check when the next merchant shuttle is going to come by.
Apparently, none of them want to come to the station as long as Code Nuclear is in affect.

Berrik (4):You check in with genetics to see if you can get some cool superpowers.  Apparently, all you have that's worth activating is Brown Note.
You ask the roboticist if they can give you prosthetic limbs.  They say it till probably take about a minute to get done.
You decide whether this is worth it or not.
In any case, you can now force people in the immediate vicinity to fart.  Yay?

Roomba (4): Weren't there people dragging that Nuke somewhere south of the station?
Maybe you can use some of that to make something spiffy.
You check the nearby rooms and eventually see it in science.
The Captain, the HoS, and one of the Hos' goons seem to be working on it.

Hydrofloric (4): Apparently, nobody seems to know where any of the syndicates are at the moment.
There seems to be a fire extinguisher nearby.  You immediately grab and use it.
You are significantly less on fire now.

HotCoffeeMug (3): Nothing to see here, move along.
You get out of the armory and decide to make a hole in a different part of the station in the hopes that no one sees you.
You ram into one of the public hallways, flying out of it.
A security officer sees you fly out from the pod that just rammed the hole into the station.
You're tazed for your trouble.
...
...
...
Welcome to the brig.  Apparently, you're here for Theft of security property, damaging the station, and forced entry into mechanics (3 minutes).  How would you like to pass the time?

Lord Birb (2): You leave your shell and search around the cameras for other potential bad non-humans, or perhaps even criming humans.
You find nothing of interest.

Winklabom (6?): You speak of the funniest joke you've ever heard involving explosive diarrhea.  Everyone finds it to be hilarious, probably due to that amazing comedic timing.

Noah Buttes (4): Honk Honk Honk Honk

NesMettaur (1): "We don't need admins.  We're perfectly okay of ruling over ourselves.  The Admins are just fun police anyway."
You get reminded that yesterday literally everyone complained that someone was going around asking for sexual favors and that it was unanimous that admins were the only ones that could help in the situation.
YOUR ARM ALSO RIPS ITSELF OFF FOR NO REASON!
Awkward.

Superlagg (3) vs. Vitatroll (4-, brought a knife to a gun fight): Superlagg is not happy with how things turned out.  He just wanted to run around and be an asshole.  Not this.  He fires his flamethrower in every direction.
Everything is now on fire.
Including Superlagg and Vitatroll.
Vitatrolls farts are NOT helping the situation.
What the actual fuck is that gif I think that's enough internet for today

elan_oots (5) -> Flourish: That monkey appears to be not doing very well.  You move about whatever the hell happened her and start treating it.
It seems like this may take a little bit of time to do properly.

Current situations:
Security Level:NUCLEAR! (Only personnel actively harming the crew or aiding the syndicates are to be dealt with)
Disk Location: NesMettaur
Nuke Location: Science
Time til Nuke Explodes: N/A
Fluke Ops Incoming: Not only is Awfulworldkid really bad at this, he was purposefully given terrible plans too.
Competent Medical Staff: Medical actions + for the station.
Rally of war: The captain has aroused the crew into action. + vs. Syndicates.
1 star Wanted:Noah Buttes
3 star Wanted:Superlagg
Station Damage:Armory
Depressurized:Podbay
Engineering, Mechanics, the Bar, the Kitchen, and medbay are open to anyone!
The Janitor's closet is open to anyone except scientists, Chef's, and Bartenders!
The Captain's Quarters is open to All heads of staff!
Hydroponics has been bolted down.
The Ore processing room is bolted open!
Communism (85%) vs. (15%) Anarchy

[Winklabom]

I use my new found status as station comedian to further the communist cause through humour. I make jokes involving caricatural bankers and capitalists.

[Flourish]

I scream.