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Man, I'm an awful antag

>be me
>trusted medical staff, always known to help others
>start round as traitor
>first goal is to kill my own CMO
>ohshit
>it's only a ligger as a police med, him and I in medbay, plus two faggots hanging around chem
>CMO is a quiet dude, but he knows how to dodge
>have no idea what to do
>ask the ligger if I can take his tail again (usually he allows me to do it for fun)
>actually take his eyes
>”Why am I going blind?...”
>take his tongue and radio too, tell him I'm sorry and leave him there
>I also raid his security stuff
>CMO walks in and thinks we're just having fun, disarms some computers for medbay
>I enter my PIN and check what to buy
>laser sword looks cool
>purchase it, decide I'm going to decapitate him
>I call my friend for help
>“Hey I need you to help me kill this guy”
>“I'm not a killer”
>see my CMO is chilling making some pills, I decide to go kill him there even though the other guys haven't left
>thinking to myself this isn't personal
>leave the disarming security gun at the door so it doesn't look suspicious
>walk behind him, he gets up as soon as I open the sword
>ohfuck
>he starts running in circles away from me, he's getting away
>I kill one of the chem faggots instead, start burning but no time to stop
>CMO notifies via radio that I have a gun
>while I'm chasing him turns out he fucking picked up the gun and now he is shooting at me
>I'm still burning, so I go straight at him and use my body as a weapon
>the other chemfag walks by for no reason, gets burned too
>my CMO is escaping, he knocks me on the ground and starts using his scalpel on my chest
>I don't mind anymore, I just want to get him
>he rolls away and turns off his fire, I try to get to him but get in crit and can't move anymore
>die
>see he's still burning
>holy shit he's actually in crit now too
>the other chemfag is gasping for air, a bystander walks in and tries to give him CPR but gives up
>bystander hasn't seen the CMO, at this point he is not burning but might as well die of suffocation
>#gasp
>bystander hears him, fuck
>does CPR, CMO mutters thanks
>fuckfuckfuckfuck
>my corpse is husked now too, there's no way I'm getting a second chance
>CMO crawls to cryo and instructs bystander on how to fix him
>mfw CMO is the only one to make it out alive
>mfw it hasn't been more than 10 min since the round started
>the ligger is still mute and blind and confused in a random room, nobody will ever find him
 
I have successfully figured out how to manufacture Hydrogen.
The big stupid hurdle was figuring out that the R&D techfab won't print electrolyzer boards and you have to go to engineering.
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What's the easiest way to figure out exactly what exactly is in a container(bucket, beaker, bottle, etc)?
Put it in a machine like the bottler/pill machine that knows what's in beakers. You can also use the bartender station for that.
Alternatively, you can politely obtain(🧰) a PDA cartridge that comes equipped with a reagent scanner. They can be found in scientist, chemist, captain and research director PDAs. The PTech vending machine in the HoP's office also dispenses them.
If those aren't viable options or simply don't mesh with your personality, there's always the tried and true method of splashing it on someone(🤡) then using a health analyzer in chemical mode to see what you just contaminated them with.
 
Partially agree. 8chan's Hatestation suffered much the same way, except that some of those shitters were smart enough to hold back their shittery just long enough to becomes admins and mods for their own server, then they pretty much allowed other shitters to run free and stirred drama until the server ended up dead in the water after a handful of months.

That's why I feel you have to be proactive in curtailing the shitters early on, because they can and will drag down the server to the point where it's out of the original owner's hands to properly deal with it if left unchecked. I think the same thing happened to Hippie Station as well, which is why Admiral Hippie got so fed up that he just handed ownership to someone else and fucked off, then spent most of his time shitting on his own, former server whenever he got the chance for how bad it became. Of course, there's something to be said there for the retard mismanaging it to where it got to that point, but still.
I would expect null wouldn't pick mods and admins that aren't directly tied to the forum.
 
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We have a bit of an issue with having literally zero security at night. can you niggers please play security. as much as i love being able to C4 into armoury and ferry it all into medbay, its pretty degenerate
 
Partially agree. 8chan's Hatestation suffered much the same way, except that some of those shitters were smart enough to hold back their shittery just long enough to becomes admins and mods for their own server, then they pretty much allowed other shitters to run free and stirred drama until the server ended up dead in the water after a handful of months.

That's why I feel you have to be proactive in curtailing the shitters early on, because they can and will drag down the server to the point where it's out of the original owner's hands to properly deal with it if left unchecked. I think the same thing happened to Hippie Station as well, which is why Admiral Hippie got so fed up that he just handed ownership to someone else and fucked off, then spent most of his time shitting on his own, former server whenever he got the chance for how bad it became. Of course, there's something to be said there for the retard mismanaging it to where it got to that point, but still.
Hatestation was run by a severe linux elitist who, in a turn of events that will shock nobody actually upgraded to windows 10 when it came out instead.
The good coder was run off by death threats or some bullshit or another, the replacement was a pair of autistic retard brothers who didn't test anything they implemented.
And the threads became such a shitfit that they attracted the usual people who join the thread just to start shit without knowing anything about the game, just throwing names around with vague accusations.
The final iteration before tarrant detonated the site was actually getting somewhere, but the fact that it averaged <5 players after the initial surge made the server about as dead as the modern anonymous imageboard.
Null should start a wurm server sometime, ill have some stories to share about the great 4 vs. 8ch wars.
 
Man, I'm an awful antag

>be me
>trusted medical staff, always known to help others
>start round as traitor
>first goal is to kill my own CMO
>ohshit
>it's only a ligger as a police med, him and I in medbay, plus two faggots hanging around chem
>CMO is a quiet dude, but he knows how to dodge
>have no idea what to do
>ask the ligger if I can take his tail again (usually he allows me to do it for fun)
>actually take his eyes
>”Why am I going blind?...”
>take his tongue and radio too, tell him I'm sorry and leave him there
>I also raid his security stuff
>CMO walks in and thinks we're just having fun, disarms some computers for medbay
>I enter my PIN and check what to buy
>laser sword looks cool
>purchase it, decide I'm going to decapitate him
>I call my friend for help
>“Hey I need you to help me kill this guy”
>“I'm not a killer”
>see my CMO is chilling making some pills, I decide to go kill him there even though the other guys haven't left
>thinking to myself this isn't personal
>leave the disarming security gun at the door so it doesn't look suspicious
>walk behind him, he gets up as soon as I open the sword
>ohfuck
>he starts running in circles away from me, he's getting away
>I kill one of the chem faggots instead, start burning but no time to stop
>CMO notifies via radio that I have a gun
>while I'm chasing him turns out he fucking picked up the gun and now he is shooting at me
>I'm still burning, so I go straight at him and use my body as a weapon
>the other chemfag walks by for no reason, gets burned too
>my CMO is escaping, he knocks me on the ground and starts using his scalpel on my chest
>I don't mind anymore, I just want to get him
>he rolls away and turns off his fire, I try to get to him but get in crit and can't move anymore
>die
>see he's still burning
>holy shit he's actually in crit now too
>the other chemfag is gasping for air, a bystander walks in and tries to give him CPR but gives up
>bystander hasn't seen the CMO, at this point he is not burning but might as well die of suffocation
>#gasp
>bystander hears him, fuck
>does CPR, CMO mutters thanks
>fuckfuckfuckfuck
>my corpse is husked now too, there's no way I'm getting a second chance
>CMO crawls to cryo and instructs bystander on how to fix him
>mfw CMO is the only one to make it out alive
>mfw it hasn't been more than 10 min since the round started
>the ligger is still mute and blind and confused in a random room, nobody will ever find him
you also left your PDA unlocked so i bought an esword and emag for giggles
 
Dude you need to chill, I saw you in OOC last night flaming after you died in every round and am not surprised to see this thread today. Just play the game and try not to complain in OOC whenever something bad happens to you, its just part of the game. This is a great way for literally everyone to hate you more than they already do.
 
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I like the idea that the station doesnt start with an AI in some circumstances and it forces the roboticists to not make mechs for a part of the shift and actually do something productive for the staton. Also AI can be spoiler for a lot of antags if it knows what its doing. Also malf can be particularly broken especially in a station where a good amount of players are new.
Its idea that RussStation has which is Russ Money's private server for streaming.
 
We have a bit of an issue with having literally zero security at night. can you niggers please play security. as much as i love being able to C4 into armoury and ferry it all into medbay, its pretty degenerate

Man, I tried. I was no good.
 
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