Bill Chompski
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As anything when I'm Bill.
-Go to cargo.
-Buy 4 snap-pop packs.
-Toss them stupid snappers away.
-Put cardboard in pack.
-Red Alert? Build box and hide in it.
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Maint isn't scary, I live there!
Do you see my signature?
That is why maintenance is scary to most people who don't have certain close ties to a certain organization. And even then some. Slade scares the agents below him.
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Arg, yeah, I know. I'm gonna update everything sometime today.
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Slade is spooky as fuck.
And knows all about Bill and the Ghost Writers.
I mean, they are Bill's Bosses benefactors.
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Update!
More shown about Bills relationship with the Syndicate
And the Ghost Writers!
Tune in next week, for more spooky terrorist shit.
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Being chased by an antag, especially in maintenance.
Stations all dark, shadowlings out, and your out there, creeping about, trying to avoid death.
PS1 Horror Gane Music was nice.
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thank you for finding it, bill
No problem at all!
Although this is an accurate description of me clImbing through the shit that is day old chat, eventually emerging from the pipes, art grasped in my hand, crying out in triumph.
And then handing it over
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HEY LOOK AT THIS STAFF MY COOL IDEA
AKA IM BUMBING THIS
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Needs more Standard
Which needs more ORAORAORAORA
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huehuehuehuehuehue
entry four
is missing
FOREVER
Actually I just accidentally deleted that. And I'm gonna keep it that way. And play it off IC as a computer malfunction.
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Welcome, to Ward-Takahashi GMB model 17.5 Multi-Platform Mobile Work computing system.
Enter your username and password, please.
Username: Bill Chompski
Password: [spoiler2]coveredwarsyouknow[/spoiler2]
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ENTRY ONE, 4/21/60, Wednesday, 7:32 PM, Home: Bedroom
I just finished my first shift on the Cyberiad. Well, it really is quite the place. I think I've seen more stuff here than I ever did on Luna or any of the other places I went, really. I haven't even seen some of these species of non-humans before it's pretty interesting. Like the Vox, there's a lot of those. Oh, and IPCs, a ton of them. Seeing that I've only seen them once or twice across a street or in a store, I actually got to talk to them, interviews, etc. It'll be great stuff for the book, really! They're behaviors really seem unique. Some act more like your traditional borg, and others could pass as human, if not for the chassis. Anyway, the book is still in it's planning process, and I guess this journal may be my biggest notebook for it, seeing as I'll be writing most the stuff that I see down.
ENTRY TWO, 4/22/60, Thursday, 7:21 PM, Home: Office
My application for Head of Personnel was accepted today, so that's good. Not much really happened. I saw a Kidan, they seem pretty unique, comparatively, at least.
ENTRY THREE, 4/23/60, Friday, 1:37 PM, NSS Cyberiad: HoP's Office
I've found out that people here really don't like paper pushers, like me, I guess. I make up for it by being friendly. Head to the bar, talk to people, etc, etc. One of the more popular pastimes here is fighting, people go all over it, boxing gloves and all. Guess it might get kinda restrictive here. Nothing going on, so I guess these first few entries are just short. Me writing to myself. Oh well. Seems pretty calm for what people say about it. OP08 Blue Wall, tomorrow 1200.
ERROR FILE NOT FOUND SOURCE: OFF SITE REMOTE WIPE
EXTERNAL ERROR 909
ENTRY FIVE, 4/26/60, Monday, 10:58 PM, Home: Office
I was so wrong about it being calm here. A squad of Syndicate agents burst in through arrivals, and started shooting anyone within sight. I made a rush for the tunnels and hid there for a bit. Thankfully, the shuttle was called, and I made my way down to escape, but there was already a firing squad. The one with the chainsaw approached, but since I was in a box, I guess he took it slowly, which gave me ample time to flee. All the pods were blown to bits, except for the security pods, which I didn't have the time or access to get too. Luckily, a security robot named Dusty had found me and offered to bring me to the sec pod. I accepted, of course, and made it out fine. Got the first shuttle back to Luna. Hope the station and Dusty is alright.
ENTRY SIX, 4/27/60, Tuesday, 9:58 AM, Home: Bedroom
Got a letter this morning from Nanotresan informing me the "danger" on the Cyberiad was removed, and they are currently fixing the breaches, cleaning, etc. So, guess I'll be back I'll be working again in three days. Hey, and it's a paid vacation too!
ENTRY SEVEN, 4/28/60, Wednesday, 5:01 PM, Nathaniel Chompski's Home: Living Room
Went to Uncle Nate's house today, always nice to be here, especially when I don't have work to worry about work. Even though he's 53, he's making a ton of money as a surgeon. Guess his steady hand isn't gonna leave him anytime soon. We talked a bit about my time on the Cyberiad and the book, and he offered some good advice. He told me a few stories about Mom and made dinner. He's really always been there for me. In his living room now, gonna head home so. He's telling me to be safe out there.
ENTRY EIGHT, 4/30/60, Friday, 2:23 PM, Nanotresan Central Command: Crew Shuttle Exit Lobby
Maybe three days paid vacation wasn't enough. I decided that going through that gateway we have was a good idea, and after seeing it was in a cave, got the miners to let me borrow the RIPLEY mech they had on standby, and taught me how to use it, along with what creatures I might find. On the other side, I gotta day, I was scared. Dark, and eerily quiet. I dug around a bunch, and eventually came to another mined out patch of land. One side of it had a large metal wall. I knocked on the side, seeing if maybe there were people in there who would respond, but nothing. So, I guess at the time I thought it was smart, I drilled through the wall, and found a Syndicate soldier on the other side! I tried to tell him sorry for breaking in, but he started shooting at me! I panicked, and I feel like shit for it, but ended up drilling the guy to death. It's not a good feeling, knowing you ending someone's life. I mean, maybe he had kids or was in a relationship. Anyway, I went in, and apparently it was a spy station, listening in on our PDA messages and radio chatter for almost a year. I took the documents and pictures of everything, and went back to the Cyberiad. After telling the captain, he awarded me the Medal of Distinguished Conduct and a Medal of Valor. Wow. I'm writing this literally 5 steps from the shuttle I got off of, cause I had to write all this down while it was fresh in my memory.
ENTRY NINE, 4/31/60, Saturday, 7:37 AM, Home: Kitchen
Nanotresan sent me a 7 freakin' percent pay raise for my actions on Friday! Saw it in a letter in the mail today, along with my paycheck!
ENTRY TEN, 5/2/60, Monday, 8:21 PM, Home: Office
Asking around for interviews, I found an IPC, named RISSA, was willing. So, I brought her into my office and began the questions. First sign something was off was when the questionnaire I gave to had a disjointed "help me she won't let me out" written on it. I overlooked it, for the moment, and turned the recorder on. Some of her answers we're highly disturbing. She definitely made me feel intimidated. I'm pretty sure it's dissociative identity disorder, or some sort. More than once, she spurted out trinary. Said it was just a glitch. She said she was originally an organic, so it could very well be something she had before this. I confronted her about this, and, she asked if she could leave. I let her. She asked if I would be reading what the recorders printed. I said yes, and proceeded to after she left. Definitely something going on. Lots of 'help me'. And, 'she wont let me out'. One asked for a Tristen, the HoS at the time. I met him a few times before, not really enough to form an opinion, but he seems professional. I called him in, said it was urgent he saw this in private. As soon as he saw it was about RISSA, he rushed out. I saw them talking in the hall as I went to the shuttle. I left the interview papers there for him, I still have the tapes. In fact, after I finish writing this, I'll upload the interviews on the tapes to here. I hope RISSA gets help. Seems out of my skill range. Oh, I've put the interview in word format, so the trinary can be read.
FILE UPLOADS IN PROGRESS...
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Upload two...94.5 KB...
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Please select files to view.
File 23...RISSA Interview 01.mp3
File 24...RISSA Interview 02.mp3
File 25...RISSA Interview 03.mp3
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ENTRY ELEVEN, 5/4/60, Tuesday,12:11 PM, NSS Cyberiad: Bar
Well, today's been good. Security apparently found a group of vampires hiding in the tunnels, literally 3 minutes in. As far as I know, they've been incarcerated. I'm getting a PDA message now. From RISSA, saying she wants to meet. Maybe Tristen convinced her to go into therapy, or something? Anyway, I'm going to my office now.
ENTRY TWELVE, 5/4/60, Tuesday, 12:20 PM, NSS Cyberiad: Psychologist Bill Chompski's On-Station Office
i am so fucked
it wasn't rissa
fuck
whatever else that's in there is evil
oh god
tristen is gonna be near that 24/7
and it can come out at will
i mean, he's security he can handle it
right?
ENTRY ELEVEN, 5/6/60, Thursday,10:47 PM, Home: Office
OP-09, Black Moon, tommorow, 12:00.
Don't think I can do it. Not with what's been going on.
ENTRY TWELVE, 5/7/60, Friday, 8:01 PM, Home: Office
Black Moon was a huge success. Except for the part where a computer console flirted with me...er...moving on. "It" didn't come after me at all. Maybe me telling it about the tapes was all it needed? I hope. Oh yeah, something else very unsettling, The Syndicate seem to be taking an interest in me, more so than I like. Our organizations may have the same goals but...erg...one there, Slade, seems to talk to me a bit. Gave me a coin. A token of gratitude from them, I guess. I checked it for poison when I got home. Nothing. Leaving it in the safe. Sending the photos of the documents acquired during Black Moon in a minute. The boss will want to hear about this.
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SENDER: Bill [email protected]
RECIPIENT: [email protected]
SUBJECT: OP-09 Black Moon, Success (Syndicate getting interested)
Boss,
The operation was a huge success. I'm sending you the pictures now.
RECIPIENT: Bill [email protected]
GW-049,
You are to maintain top relationship status with the Syndicate. They are our lifeblood, and they make our cause possible.
Excellent job. These will be leaked into the public sometime next month. Funds have been sent to our group account. Your check is under the name of Garry Lesmore, password is ghurtye30cn, don't forget it. Those are the funds you get for OP-10, Fallen Whale. You will receive further instructions when it is time. It should also be noted that our benefactors forgive you completely for your actions on the 30th. They applaud you, as you are further deeper within the trust of Nanotresan. Be safe.
Scriptores Sancto
ENTRY THIRTEEN, 5/8/60, Friday, 6:32 PM, Sol Central Medium Security Prison: Lobby
Just finished visiting with Mom. She's doing well, asked how the book was coming. I told her it was going great, but I actually haven't started writing it. I think I need to spend some more time on the Cyberiad and HQ before I can. We only had two hours to visit, which sounds long, but it really isn't. I told her my investigations were going very well, but again, that's not true. I thought the Writers would be much more helpful in that area. Oh well, I'm working for the Syndicate a lot more than they are now. I think the Boss may have handed me off to them. Oh, but bowling day tomorrow!
ENTRY FOURTEEN, 5/9/60, Saturday, 1:18 PM, Tau Ceti Bowling Lanes: Lane 15
Bowling is going great! I mean, the Syndicate may be a group of corporations and paramilitary groups, but damn, they're friendly and know how to treat their employees. Donk.Co is whooping Sol Central Banking though. Us G Writers are doing so so. I've also learned the new guy's coffee preference. Black, two teaspoons of sugar.
ENTRY FIFTEEN, 5/10/60, Sunday, 7:10 PM, Syndicate HQ Offices: Departures
what the fuck is this, I mean I know these guys do illegal stuff I dont always approve of, but shit.
they hired "it"
goddammit I was starting to love working here
ENTRY SIXTEEN, 5/11/60, Monday, 12:46 PM, NSS Cyberiad: HoP's Office
Back to NT today. I guess they're ok. Small crew, quiet, plenty of time to work on the book. New word from the Boss is that we're totally apart of the Syndicate now. Nothing big of a change for me, I guess.
ENTRY SEVENTEEN, 5/13/60, Wednesday, 2:28 PM, Home: Bedroom
God, this shift was something. First Captain broke SoP with some AI tampering, and I, the HoP, became acting Captain. Soon, the librarian, Gazing Unto the Infinite or something like that, asked for an interview. I gave it. And, he asked about me, DUSTY, and the escape pod. I didn't think this would get big at all, but I know I said too much, there's probably gonna be tabloids of this on every space stop home tomorrow.
ENTRY EIGHTEEN, 5/28/60, Saturday, 8:01 AM, NSS Cyberiad: Quartermasters Office
First off, sorry for not writing anything, journal that cant understand me and isn't sentient. Oh yeah, this shift is bad. Cultists happened, RISSA got turned into a Juggernaut, Neri did some magic shit, brought her back to life by putting her soul in a body or something, and I tried to hide the IPC chassis containing Nerissa deep in mining. Well, she used the cultists the were captured to find it, and now Nerissa is alive.
Well fuck me.
ENTRY NINETEEN, 5/28/60, Saturday, 9:18 AM, NSS Cyberiad: Quartermasters Office
On a better note, I guess SHODAN has a friend who's currently looking for a boyfriend, his name is Helix, an IPC. She organized the two of us meeting this shift, and so we exchanged pictures, well, wish me luck. Oh yeah, and she said he had...erm..."specialty modules".
This is interesting.
ENTRY TWENTY, 5/28/60, Saturday, 3:36 PM, NSS Cyberiad: Quartermasters Office
He called me over to the Old Bar, and when I got here, he had drinks, candles, everything! So, we sat town, talked, exchanged stories, I told him what I do and did, and I guess he's homeless after something bad happened. After awhile, well, we kissed. Erm. It got really sudden, really fast.
And then I had some of the better sex in my life.
And then I said he could move in with me.
And now we're going to take the same shuttle home.
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He thinks I'm really cute~
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I think I still don't understand what exactly the context to that drawing is
Also Tristen Edwards/whoever that is looks like he was born with thick skin reminds me of Manny Pardo
That's cause Manny Pardo is Tristens great great great great great grandfather.
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Ivan Ooze and Bill Chompski, original Box People.
But on a serious note, you need to open the box to interact with anything, which is an astronomical pain. Maybe you could code something where box people dont have to open their boxes to do anything ever?
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Nopenopenope, soooooo much nope.
Bill went on long vacation for a reason.
Goddamn scary ass murdery Nerissa.
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Name: Bill Chompski
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Blood Type: B+
General Occupational Role(s): Head of Personnel, Quartermaster, Journalist, Psychologist, Nurse
Biography:
Born on the 17th Human colony on Luna into a family of successful doctors and lawyers, Chompski was loved by his family and went through his childhood untouched and shielded, making him a bit naive during his first years off-world. Details between now and much later are unknown, but he attended the Lunarian Institute of Medicine, and practiced Psychology, as well as Writing.
Did some stuff here, covered a some wars, you know, etc etc.
Joined NanoTresen, mostly so he could actually be on the station his book would talk about.
[WIP]
Qualifications:
-Went through the NanoTresen First Aid and Medicine 101 Courses
-Bachelors Degree in Psychology
-Associates Degree in Writing
-Really good at doing paperwork and shoving it down other's throats
-Has covered wars, you know
Employment Records:
-Lunarian Ease Psychological Treatment Facility [Quit]
-Semi-Successful, but well traveled Independent Journalist [Current]
-Independent Author, working on first book [Current]
-NanoTresan Science Station Cyberiad, varied positions [Current]
Security Records:
-No crimes reported while on the Cyberiad
-[sECURITY RANK OF WARDEN OR HIGHER REQUIRED TO VIEW] [spoiler2]Has been found to have possible connections to a nearly unknown terrorist cell called the, 'Ghost Writers', who have proven to be a very small, yet formidable group of like-minded individuals who seek out knowedge or stories hidden from the 'common people'. Have been shown to have the possibility of violence and connections to the Syndicate during NanoTresens brief encounters with them. Mr. Chompski has not yet shown any known actions for them against NanoTresen, and any solid evidence linking Chompski to this group has yet to be found.[/spoiler2]
Medical Records:
-Suffers from Myopia, and requires glasses prescribed by an Optometrist.
Psychological Profile:
-Has shown an increasingly large amount of stress near IPCs that are not factory made, since the date 5/2/2560, and especially a shade of purple. The source of these stress triggers are unknown, and Mr. Chompski refuses to acknowledge them in the presence of others.
-Is having trouble coming to terms with the murder of a Syndicate Operative which was spying on the Cyberiad via distant asteroid accessible by the Gateway.
-His time on the Cyberiad has added a slight tinge of paranoia to Chompski, and he has reportedly installed extra security features in his house on Luna.
-Seems to have a strange reliance on cardboard boxes for a feeling of safety during extremely stressful times, likely a combination of Agoraphobia and using boxes as a metaphorical and literal escape method from dangers in the past. Defends this strange habit of his tooth and nail.
Notable Actions & Events:
-Armed with a mining RIPLEY, Chompski went through the Cyberiad's gateway, leading to a small cave in an asteroid. After drilling through many feet of the rock, he found a small complex built into the asteroid. Using tools procured from earlier, he broke down the first layer of wall, to find the base was occupied by a Syndicate Operative. After killing the man (Chompski still has moral issues about the matter), he proceeded to search the compound, discovering it had been used to spy on the Cyberiad, complete is a console that could view PDA messages and radio frequencies. Chompski had gathered all the reports, photographed the dead agent and the compound, and came back to the Cyberiad, presenting the intel and fate of the complex to the Captain at the time, S.A.M. Captain S.A.M awarded Chompski the Medal of Distinguished Conduct for the killing of the Syndicate Agent, and the Medal of Valor for discovering, crippling, and bringing back all the intel within the spy station. He was later sent a company letter of thanks, as well as a generous 7% pay raise. He was briefly considered to be offered a position in a low-level ERT, but that was later reconsidered, due to past experiences with hostile forces showing him to run or hide instead of fight.
Investigation of Sexual Misconduct in the Workplace; Investigation Closed
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[spoiler2]After a shift in which Syndicate Operatives attempted to destroy the Cyberiad, but failed. He had taken the security escape pod with a security borg with the designation of DUSTY, who was sighted escorting him to the pod. They were then shown to discuss "experimenting", and proceeded to begin lewd ans sexual acts. The situation was [DATA EXPUNGED], in which DUSTY was [DATA EXPUNGED] to Bill, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. By the time the pod had docked, they were done, and went their separate ways. Bill and DUSTY were both interviewed by Nanotrasen, and were charged with sexual misconduct in the workplace, but were let off with a warning, being told if it happened again, much more serious actions would be taken. Nanotrasen has only stated to the public that the case has been closed, and the details were not given.[/spoiler2]
Awards:
-Distinguished Medal of Conduct for the killing of a Syndicate Operative
-Medal of Valor for crippling a Syndicate Station spying on the Cyberiad, as well as bringing all the pictures and intel from it to Central Command.
Personnel Photo:
This young man in his early to mid 20's, is average height for a human, at 5'10", and looks to be quite 'Eh' in terms of physical capacity, not showing off great fitness or strength. His skin is quite pale, likely from being shielded from UV rays for extended periods of time. His hair sticks out a bit, being a hue mixed between orange and blonde, the two finding a strange, but natural color mixture. His face is clean shaven, and his hair is very well taken care of, which looks fresh. His deep green eyes are magnified by the pair of rectangular glasses sitting on his nose, pushed up to his eyes. Aside from his well groomed hair from earlier, his general appearance does show an air of cleanliness, with his nails trimmed and his face clean and dirt free.
He's wearing a snazzy grey checkered suit, and laceup shoes. On the breast of his suit, there are two medals, placed side by side as if it were a military uniform. The first is a bronze Medal of Distinguished Conduct, and next to that the much more prestigious silver Medal of Valor. He is smiling at the camera.
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9/10, good art.
Also, why the hell does everyone think Enchununt or whatever is a guy.
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Where would one go to send commissions.
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It's a huge fucking parasitic slug that wants to burrow into my head for the sole purpose of making more brain slugs. Why would I not want to kill it?
...it'll feed your crippling meth addiction?
Also, I've always thought of the Borers like the Plagas from Resi 4.
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I'd love this, just started to get into science.
I think this might lead rivalries between the divisions, and I love it.
Explosives sends monkeys loaded with bombs to Biology to kill the slimes
Biology sends Blobbernauts and Xenos to destroy Techs machines
Tech sends cyborgs to Explosives to take all the bomb materials
Fun.
+1
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ushankas, full face gas masks and bandanas, tracksuits and military jackets, and an A NUUU CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE verb, s.t.a.l.k.e.r.
So much +1.
Mostly because I have a STALKER myself.
He dresses the same way, and always wears his balaclava, a family heirloom.
Like, he always wears the mask. ALWAYS.
And he spouts STALKER quotes.
He's literally a smart cheeki breeki bandit.
Get out of here Stalker.
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Well, it varies. I'm robust at fleeing. Which isn't super robust...
4/6, I can definitely handle myself in a fight.
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boi u gon git rekd
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>Paradise flair?
>Give Raiders mask and clothing variation
>Suits and Clown Masks, Payday
>Regular clothes and animal masks, Hotline Miami
>Black leather and cowboy hats, West Bandits
>PIRATES
>Leader gets full sneaky black armor and an eyepatch, soldiers get balaclavas and red berets, enter Metal Gear Solid V
>Or just the original heist gear, Black gloves, tacticool turtleneck, balaclava and jackboots/laceups.
Would add some nice fashionable criminal activity.
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Oh man, these are rad.
Saving up karma.
But a few questions. Are they aquatic, or just subterranean? Because the lore states how they live on ocean planets, underground, but never states if they are aquatic.
And what would be AMAZING, is if there was a guide about what "spike movements" mean what, as I noticed this little bit on the lore here "They also have a set of organic “spikes” on their forearms, which are well-nerved and serve to provide touch input to the individual, as well as a way to express emotions in Drask communities".
And, another thing, I assume they've never encountered alcohol (Due to lack of crops on Ocean Planets) and food other than fish or perhaps ocean plants, like seaweed? ...oh my god, here's an idea, the alcohol they have is from some weird ocean plant, like coral or seaweed or something. Just fluff stuff, but still cool.
And maybe mannerisms? Like, are they more like the Vox ("Kikikiki Voxxie think flesh funny!") or more graceful in their speaking, like the common Skrell ("I really do not approve of these honestly despicable actions you lessers keep trying to do to the...jester, over there. Disposals is not for other beings!"), or even like the Dionas, ("This one requires an assigned profession. This one should note that it is knowledgeable in the skillset of mixing chemical compounds.") as it would help with RPing them.
+1,000,000
Take all my +.
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I've actually had antag turned off for over a year ;P
Slade is like an RP antag, the smoothest enemy of the corporation. Can he get that award from HQ? 'Coolest Employee of the Month'.
He's the best, around, ain't nobody ever gonna get him down.