Grongo
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Wish granted, but now all greytide get them too and a new round type was born, greytide take over.
I wish I had money to buy a new power supply for my computer because it died on me...
Granted, the power supply explodes in your face as you installed it.
I wish we had lavaland mining.
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Wish granted but No shits were given. http://www.memes.com/meme/251670
I wish that we did care and want to help the server out.
Granted. Harm, disarm, and grab intent is removed, and all weapons do zero damage.
I wish that syndieops got automatic snipers with penetrator rounds
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Wish granted, Now they litter the station and they all have holes in them.
I wish that all on the forums have a Christmas Themed Avatars on
Granted; the avatars are all made in mspaint.
I wish somebody would make me a christmas avatar.
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Still relevant though-- some of their code could still be really beneficial. The whole smithing system would be absolutely awesome.
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You sent a gamma ERT, and yes, they were using Pulse Carbines. Just clarifying, admins can delete my post if they feel it is irrelevant.
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Sorry, but may I just point out that the only two times that the weapon was used is
1. When you were FILLING the ERT shuttle with blob, threatening a Central Command overrun.
2. When the round had ended.
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honestly nicholas cage would play only to get some beekeeper crates.
B)
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Loading employment file: Caleb, Unk.
Race: Human
Age: 17
Height: 5'11
Current Contract: Assistant, Bartender, Engineer
Security Records: None.
Medical Records: Recovering from recent death of father (Aaron Unk). Do not bring up this subject.
Surgery details: None.
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The daily of life of Ce stuck in his own engine.
kill me.
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why do i do this to myself
[Lord Singulo]
With that aptitude for masochism and tedious, soul-crushing work, have you considered playing red-shirt?
yes.
same round;
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why do i do this to myself
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Wish granted but someone have stolen all the metal and glass and all other stuff need to build the borgs!
I wish that we can jump in and out of the space and time of the space station 13.
Granted, every time you teleport away you're stuck in the middle of a planet.
I wish I could create a single containment decasungulo.
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Wish granted, they now being hugged to death with LOVE!
I wish that hugging dose damage once more.
Granted. But any hug done by any person does damage only to you.
I wish IPCs could eat.
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Wish granted-- they effect him but give him only good tidings, instead causing only you negative effects.
I wish I didnt torture myself by making decateslas.
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I went through the effort of spending 40 minutes of the round making a decatesla
only to release it because i was a traitor with escape alone objective
why do i do this to myself.
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As the voxxy doctor who performed the IPC-to-Tajaran mind transfer you better mention me! It's spelled Yakihikraekhekh.
You might also mention that Kang's body originally belonged to a clone of Araris Valerian who graciously donated it for scientific purposes.
Thanks for the info. I'll definitely add that.
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Loading employment file: Kang, Unk.
Race: Tajaran
Age: 27 [*4]
Height: 5'11
Current Contract: Nanotrasen Representative, Botanist, Engineer.
Security Records: Known to be a past syndicate operative. Currently serving a sentence for attempted murder.
Medical Records: Any interaction with Kang should be recorded by the psychiatrist. The tajaran is a past IPC, resulting in a fragmented idea of what is right and wrong to do to a biological entity.
Surgery details: Yakihkraekhekh had performed a transfer from positronic brain to real one through the use of surgery, cloning, and volunteers. Araris Valerian, and K.A.N.G. were the two volunteers. The surgery was a success, marking the first IPC to be transferred to an organic body.
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insulated gloves should negate that to like 5%
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i just accidently surfed through fourty pages cause i thought i was only five pages away from the last page.
i do not mind this
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i mean
kang has like twelve chassis' if you /really/ need one
but then again
all of his are cannibalized from other dead IPCs.
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Name: K.A.N.G
Klein Academic Neuron Generation
Race: IPC
Sex: Null
Occupation: Freelance Worker
Age: 4
Chassis Type: Unbranded
((backstory, do not open if textwalls freak you out))
K.A.N.G was a cyborg before his IPC frame was put into place. A cyborg positron, calling itself M.A.X(U) (Mastered Artificial Xenocontainment (Unit)) was ejected from its shell whilst standing next to several IPCs. The resulting damage left the chassis of every unit in the nearby area shredded, a single working positron sitting near the vaccum. The roboticist at the time, Aaron Unk, rushed to the scene.
Gathering up the destroyed bodyparts of the IPCs, and the single remaing positronic brain. He laid them out on his table, slowly fitting together the mismatched shell of what was once four different units. The resulting amalgamation looked horrendous, but operable. The shredded positron from the chassis was shunted, and the semi-operable positron of M.A.X. was inserted.
The resulting changes from Binary to Triary changed several things with the positrons core systems. It no longer had to follow its laws, it realized whilst booting. It was capable of more extensive thought, and this came into play with its occupation. Aaron, who had studied robotic engineering as a child, needed an assistant.
After the IPC, now named K.A.N.G., had downloaded several terrabytes of information regarding the subject, it was capable of performing the task of teaching other races the art, though never having actually gotten an education, it couldnt get a job outside of Aarons field as his assistant.
That is, until he was offered an apprenticeship as an engineer from Nanotrasen. The opportunity was accepted, and K.A.N.G had soon entered the station, the NSS Cyberiad.
((WIP. Will update and condense regularly.))
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Simple story. I was playing K.A.N.G, doing my rounds as a scientist. I'd basically maxxed out research, so I had a bag of holding on me. Out of nowhere, as I really hadnt been paying attention to the radio
NAR-SIE HAS RISEN
I go over to R&D, grabbing a bag of holding from the protolathe before running towards Nar-Nar, letting loose the power of the singulo upon the beast, hoping to slow it down.
The singulo ate nar-sie.
i spent the rest of the round confused in deadchat.
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whats with the diona in the final picture, upper left.
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Granted. He makes himself better in his own eyes by driving a M1A2 Main Battle Tank through your front door.
I wish Warhammer 40k was real.