Pseudo_Unicorn
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Where the heck did all the 'remove' votes suddenly come from? I swear it was neck and neck a little while ago
I assume a bunch of redditors made accounts or something.
Either way, only 39% of all voters are saying they want the race gone. Not exactly a lead.
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But how the hell do we go about removing that playerbase exactly?
It isn't like tajrajnranrjans where we can remove the "bad eggs", the entire playerbase of the fox race is bad eggs! We ban twenty and ten more pop up.
Admins are streatched thin as it is to.
At some point it just becomes, is it worth it?
I take exception to this. You've played what, four rounds, by your own words?
You're really not in a position to deem the entire playerbase as awful. What a kneejerk position to take.
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I play one, and I'm pretty attached to the character I created, so maybe I'm biased but uh...
I'd really rather they stay. However, they could really use a bit of tweaking. Like, lore-wise. Seriously, their lore is bland and boring and really could do with being fleshed out and altered. And maybe some differing mechanics so they AREN'T just a Tajaran reskin.
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I'll be honestly, I really don't want the server to become low-RP. I enjoy RP. It's the reason I play SS13 in the first place.
I'd really rather see the staff take steps to bring the roleplay quality up rather than capitulate. Where's the fun in this game without roleplay? Doing the same job every shift and/or clicking on other players until they die if you happen to be an antag?
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You lack a signature, you monster, but that is some dang shiny armor/weaponry. 6 outta 10.
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Name: Beau Reinhardt
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Vulpkanin (Raccoon-Dog variant)
Blood Type: AB+
General Occupational Role(s): Roboticist, Bartender, Cargo Tech
Biography: [security] Born in a slum on the planet Altam, Beau was after taken off-planet at the age of twelve by his father, a petty career criminal looking to pay off his debts to a gang of raiders, who hoped that 'volunteering' his young son to their services alongside his own might provide incentive to his debtors to let him off the hook a little earlier. The raiders, largely consisting of Vox, Humans, and Unathi, found Beau's youthful, wirey frame useful for getting around the cramped ducts of their ship, and he was put to work handling small repairs and relaying messages across the shuttle.
As he became older, and his loyalty to the raiders proved adequate (His father died in a raid two years after arriving), they put him to work on more important tasks, such as maintaining the rickety old medical robot they used in lieu of a living doctor, tuning up their recycled war machines, and tending to the slaves (Usually Tajaran or Human) between drop-offs.
Beau was in his thirties by the time the debt that had been transferred from his father to him was finally paid off. Though he'd been steeped in pirate culture for over half his live, had survived countless raids, and felt some level of camaraderie for his fellow criminals, the lifestyle had been hard on him, physically, and he decided to seek a different, safer path to eventually retire at the end of. Instead he found NanoTrasen.
His upbringing has left him with a less subtle and deeply politically incorrect approach to interactions with other people. He frequently treats Tajara in a deeply condescending manner, can be exceedingly dismissive toward women, and often refers to other xeno races using 'playful' slurs, as well as being openly and unabashedly flirtatious even at inappropriate times. He enjoys making people uncomfortable.
Qualifications:
-Mechanical expertise, particularly regarding the construction and maintenance of exosuits.
-Advanced weaponry training.
-Exosuit pilot training (Informal)
Employment Records:
Beau has been with NanoTrasen for a little under ten years, serving loyally on multiple stations before being transferred to the NSS Cyberiad, most often working with our R&D departments in the construction of heavy machinery and the upkeep of our synthetic personnel. Despite a lack of formal training, he is a hard-working and talented robotics engineer.
Security Records:
It has been determined that Mister Reinhardt's past may be... 'Spotty', regarding criminal activity, though much of it thus far appears to be only rumor and hearsay. His casual knowledge of various criminal tools as well as heavy weaponry do him no favors in this regard, nor do his poor attempts to feign confusion during our attempts to press for further information.
He has been involved in a number of fights, often in the bar or with other roboticists while on shift. Though none have been lethal or even all that serious, he is often the instigator and will 'playfully' escalate things if not reigned in. Usually respectful of security officers (Though Command staff is another issue altogether).
Medical Records:
Psychologically speaking, Beau is sound of mind. He appears to possess an upbeat attitude and optimistic view of life. His excessive drinking may need to be watched, however. He also appears to strive for attention, both positive and negative.
Physically he is, to put it lightly, a mess. His body is marred from head to toe, in heavy, now largely faded scars, both surgical and accidental. Additionally he suffers partial paralysis in the left side of his face, apparently caused by a bullet to the head earlier in his life that was improperly treated.
Personnel Photo (Appearance text): Lean and mean. He looks like an anthropomorphic raccoon-dog, standing at almost seven feet and missing a helluva lot of teeth. Some of them have been replaced with silver replicas, while others have just left behind big gaps. Despite this, he's usually all smiles, with big blue eyes and a tendency for coy grins and come-hithery glances. The left side of his face is paralysed, leaving it in a perpetually 'neutral' expression. He's got scars absolutely everywhere, and is missing large patches of fur along his arms, legs, and back.
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Other Notes:
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This kinda feels where the importance of filling out one's character records come into play, particularly the 'employment' one.
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I once tricked a guy who won a jackpot into marrying me. We didn't leave the chapel when I demanded a divorce and half of his money.
I just wanted to buy metric fuckloads of Vox flags.
See, that's where spess prenuptials come in handy.
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Given how often people die horribly, I would totally marry for the sweet, sweet spess insurance.
I dunno man, like, my characters tend to casually flirt sometimes, exchange sweet PDA messages, etc. I give them basic descriptions that imply my idea of attractiveness. The one that isn't irreparably brain-damaged or part of a Spartan no-homo lizard man culture would probably date/marry someone.
As for meaningfulness? I dunno, dude. It's goofy roleplaying stuff. It has whatever meaning you apply to it. Good for RP stuff, especially for antags who want to say, kidnap someone's bride/groom for leverage and whatnot. I'd say if you're a heavier sort of roleplayer, it's a fun thing to do.
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9 angry snarls outta 10.
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QUICK GRIEF HIM WHILE HE'S STILL NEW.
Just kidding, hi.
Hilariously, my first round on this station resulted in me being griefed, set on fire, and murdered five times over the course of an hour.
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Aaas of late my favourite foods have been butter chicken, naan bread, and grilled ham and swiss cheese sandwiches on sourdough from Red Robins. I uh... Have probably been eating out too often lately.
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Howdy all. I'm a relatively experienced SS13 player (Sort of migrated from Bay) who's recently decided to start playing here.
I'm a twenty-something Canadian west-coaster with a half-finished vidya game design degree, and I tend to play as the terminally unlucky Renard Sinclair and the slovenly-dressed meow-beast Song Nahas. I've got a tendency to play low-stress roles like cargo tech or janitor, but I'm slowly learning how to play other roles effectively (And properly. I'm loathe to ever wind up being 'shitcurity'.)
I really like the fast paced nature and large population of this server, and after a rough start, I've had some pretty great encounters with the folks who play here. So anyway, nice to meet y'all.
Done, gone and a real damned shame...
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Oh, you were the dude that was following me around with a coffin. Was wondering what that was about.
Yeah, I'm not going to deny that was an awful round. Archaeologists griefing with the artifact they found, blood and garbage everywhere, straight up griefers attacking people (And I'm not even going to get into how freakin' awful Security can be. But they're awful. Really awful)
All I can say is that it's not... Usually this bad. Usually. You joined a -really- awful round is all.