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Angry Diplomat posted: The Doom Peel If a banana peel is left on the floor, anyone who steps on it will slip and fall down. There used to be a Clown job, which started with a banana and was mostly responsible for playing pranks, telling jokes, raising spirits, and getting brutally murdered by the psychotic crew. When my brother first started playing SS13, he chose Clown and spent the entire round slipping people with his banana peel, farting in their faces while they lay stunned, and then peeling out of there like a brightly coloured human rally car while furiously honking his bike horn. He did this so much and so competently that several people were actively trying to murder him, which of course led to more slipping, farting, and honking before he'd lie low in a locker somewhere until they gave up the search. One particular victim seemed to have terrible luck, as he ran afoul of my brother over, and over, and over again through no apparent fault of his own. He must have spent a third of the round lying on the floor with fart in his face and a cheery HONK HONK HONK ringing in his ears. After pratfalling for the fourteenth or fifteenth time, he impotently screamed, "CLOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!" at his retreating assailant. This had no effect, aside from causing my brother to laugh so hard that it brought him to tears. That victim was THE OVERWASP, one of the game's administrators. Rather than get angry, THE OVERWASP saw the humour in my brother's clowny antics. He telepathically instructed him to stand next to his banana peel for a moment, then implanted the clown's consciousness into the peel itself, giving my brother the ability to move it around directly. As it turns out, a player-controlled banana peel is nothing short of apocalyptic in the right hands. The station rapidly descended into anarchy as police chases became Keystone Kopps fiascoes, Janitors were left facedown in their own suds, and panicking assistants fled shrieking from the demonically-possessed banana peel before it sent them tumbling facefirst into vending machines. In a desperate bid to restore order, one of the heads of staff seized the unholy fruit rind in his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. Striding triumphantly to the airlock to space the offending item, he met his doom when it leaped out of his pocket and slipped him, causing him to careen into the open void and be lost forever. The escape shuttle was called, and the crew fled in terror, abandoning the station to its new master: the Doom Peel. Don't accept drinks from The Devil I played a few rounds as a Bartender named The Devil, with a huge black beard and glowing red eyes. I would start the round by taking several pills of Kelotane (a drug that cures burn damage over time), drinking a bunch of welding fuel, returning to the bar, and setting myself on fire. This produced a large but short-lived cloud of flame around me, giving most of the bar an ominously scorched appearance, and it allowed me keep burning for an extremely long period of time. Because of the Kelotane in my system, the fire wouldn't actually hurt me; I could just stand around, blazing like a loving bonfire, chatting amiably with people as they tried to decide whether to order drinks or run for a fire extinguisher. So, when a crewmember walked into the bar, he would discover a charred hellhole staffed by a flame-wreathed, red-eyed man named The Devil. A surprising number of people decided to order drinks anyway. Now, I figure The Devil knows how to throw a loving party. He doesn't just chuck a case of beer on the counter and call it quits, right? So whenever someone ordered a drink, I would mix together some hard liquor (usually vodka and rum), spritz in some welding fuel, and use a syringe to transfer some of my own blood to the glass, creating an unholy devilblood cocktail. Occasionally I would poo and pee in the glass as well, adding Jenkem to the list of Terrible Things Nobody Should Drink that were in the concoction. Despite the fact that I did all of this gross poo poo in plain sight, just about everybody would take the drat thing and drink it anyway. Contrary to common sense, drinking that horrible sludge didn't really have any major negative effects, aside from moderate drunkenness and perhaps a mild Jenkem addiction. What's significant is that the welding fuel would remain in the imbiber's system for a while - and, party animal that he was, The Devil didn't skimp on the welding fuel. Most rounds, this all amounted to nothing more than an overeager assistant spraying me with an extinguisher, putting out my hellfire, and incurring the wrath of Satan. But on one fateful round, the Botanist left a shitload of weed in the bar for everyone to enjoy. Paper was found, joints were rolled, someone produced an igniter, and then it was time to spark up. The bar turned into a loving inferno. Some of the crew stopped, dropped, and rolled like sensible people, while others tried to flee in a drunken fiery panic, which was hilarious to watch because the really drunk ones had scrambled controls and would stagger around in random directions while screaming "Ooooohhhh ggggoooodddd!!" Throughout all of this, The Devil stood at his bar, unharmed by the omnipresent cloud of fire, and laughed uproariously while mainlining vodka. I don't think anybody died, but some people probably came close. Things just got funnier later on, as Engineering failed to do its job and the station's power went out of whack. Power surges caused lights to explode, and the drinkers who'd left before the fire got hit by the sparks, had the fuel still in their bodies ignite, and promptly immolated their surroundings while screaming in uncomprehending terror. It was Hell on Earth. It was also, to be honest, completely hysterical. I don't do that anymore, partly because it's kind of a dick move, partly because it gets old fast, and partly because an admin got pretty annoyed with me (but he was cool enough to settle for my promise not to do it anymore). Even so, though, I'll be damned if it wasn't some of the funniest poo poo I'd ever seen. Don't accept medical treatment from The Devil: diabolic possession for fun and profit There used to be an SS13 job called the Head Surgeon, which entailed being in charge of Medbay, the Robotics lab, and the Genetics lab. Roboticists can remove brains from people and put them into robot bodies, creating cyborgs; for this reason, there are usually a couple of Assistants hanging out at the Robotics door, begging to be "borged" so they can be cool robot mans instead of lovely greysuits. Unbeknownst to many, brains can also be put into different bodies. This really doesn't give you anything except a dead dude with some other dude's brain in his head. However, if you bring that body back to life in some way (either using the Genetics lab to clone it, or using a particular complicated chemical mix to resurrect it with a chance of making it gib instead), the player that controls the new clone is determined by the brain - so you've got Joe Schmoe running around in John Q. Public's body. The Devil did not go to med school to save lives. He did not study and slave just so he could collect a fat paycheque. The Devil practices medicine because he loves to indulge his scientific curiosity (and because he likes the colour red). My early forays into brain transplantation went rather well. After a few misfires (the Robotics lab was full of blood, gibs, discarded brains, and rotting bodies with empty skulls), I finally got the hang of it and went looking for a likely victim volunteer. As luck would have it, I found a dead Quartermaster lying around in Medbay, and the body was fresh! I dragged him back to my operating table and excitedly pulled out his brain. Then I plugged it into another relatively intact body I had lying around, slapped the corpse into the cloning tube, and... discovered that he couldn't be cloned because the player had logged out. gently caress! My appointed lab assistant, a delightfully amoral Engineer with a suspiciously firm grasp of brain surgery, saw a silver lining. He laid out the plan, and before long it was The Devil's turn to lie on the operating table. A few snips later and a brand spanking new Quartermaster was stepping out of the cloning pod, naked as a jaybird and healthy as a horse. A Quartermaster with The Devil's brain. A Quartermaster who was literally The Devil in disguise. It took less than three minutes for me to completely embezzle the station's entire Cargo budget and funnel it straight into Robotics research. None of the other Quartermasters batted an eye when they saw their coworker walk in and start using the Cargo Bay computer. They sure did yell a lot when they saw that big fat 0 though. I just quietly continued my experiments while my Roboticist lackeys gleefully spent their vast fortune to research nicer cyborg upgrades. Science is its own reward~ Don't accept medical treatment from The Devil: in space, no one can hear you file a malpractice claim In a later round, I was eager to continue my highly unethical (read: highly hilarious) work. I promptly shuffled off to Robotics, prepped my surgical tools, and walked to the door to look for vict- oh hey an Assistant! What's up, little guy? You want to be borged? Hmm, I do need someone to donate a brain for a little experiment I'm planning. No, I promise I won't throw your brain in the garbage; you will be alive at the end of this. Yes, I know you want to be a Security cyborg - trust me, you will have a totally new lease on life by the end of this! Step into my office... Idiot brain in hand, I hurried off to Genetics and grabbed a monkey. Previous tests had proven that it was not possible to resurrect monkeys with human brains, which saddened me, but I had a different objective in mind this time around. I dragged the monkey over to the genetic engineering console, put it into the pod, and used my ~mad science~ knowhow to... improve it. Yes, a beautiful new human body for my eager test subject. He was not very happy to be revived as a black woman with Justin Bieber hair and a randomized name. After a lengthy tantrum and a minor physical altercation, I calmed my volunteer down by promising to fix the problem. If she would just step into the genetics pod, it would be quite simple for me to make a few little changes that would resolve her complaints. Mollified, the grumbling lass hopped into the pod, which I promptly locked before randomly rolling my face across the keyboard of the genetics computer, bombarding the subject with mutations willy-nilly for a short time. I unlocked the pod and proudly invited my volunteer to step out and survey the changes. "gently caress" screamed the black woman, falling to the ground and spasming madly, "What the gently caress did you do to me? PISS." "Interesting," said The Devil, consulting his medical scanner. "It would appear that you are suffering from epilepsy and Tourette's Syndrome." "COCK!" asserted the woman. "I'm going to loving kill you!" This drew a frown. "That is not very polite, madam. I was enjoying our professional relationship, but if you are going to behave in this way, I must ask you to leave. I will simply have to find another assistant." And that is why an insane homeless epileptic uncontrollably cursing naked black woman spent the rest of the round trying to convince anyone who'd listen that The Devil had stolen her identity. My god, it's full of butt, part 1: the Cluwne factory One of the round types in SS13 is Wizard, in which a powerful wizard is tasked with completing several objectives, while the crew must attempt to kill him. Wizards get access to a huge variety of spells, but can only choose four of them from the list at the start of the round; these are the spells they are limited to for the whole round. One such spell is Curse of the Cluwne (at least, I think that's what it's called). This spell is generally considered a choice for "advanced" wizard players, since it has an extremely long cooldown, only targets one opponent, and can only be used at melee range, making it quite risky to use. It's still a popular spell, though, as it is far and away the griefiest spell of all. The Curse instantly transforms its victim into a Cluwne: a morbidly obese, subhuman, epileptic, brain-damaged, amazingly annoying ur-clown named "the cluwne" and wearing utterly hideous neon green clown clothing that is cursed and therefore cannot be removed. Cluwnes are traditionally marked for death by their non-cursed former comrades, and even when they manage to escape being murdered by an angry mob, they are so loving terrible at everything that their very existence is torment and they commonly wind up begging for death since their incredible incompetence can actually make it difficult for them to successfully commit suicide. I have played in quite a few Wizard rounds, but one still sticks out as my absolute favourite. The wizard went on a Cluwney rampage that was funny as hell on its own, but the actions of one enterprising Roboticist turned the round from "hilarious" to "oh jesus my sides I'm dying over here" in no time flat. This ambitious soul retrieved a murdered Cluwne and dragged it back to his lab; ordinarily this would be a reason for the Cluwne to rejoice, since a Cluwne brain can still function perfectly normally if transferred into a cyborg, granting the player a new lease on life. The Roboticist did not borg the Cluwne. He had other plans. Butt plans. The deceased sad-clown was delivered to Genetics, where the Roboticist and a Geneticist entered into collusion. Now two people were in on the butt plans. I have no idea what madness they got up to in there, but I do know that the second Roboticist was put on Butt Duty, bringing the known number of butt plan conspirators up to at least three. It is also likely that a delivery man was involved so as to speed the process along, as Butt Duty was a full-time job. All those butts had to come from somewhere, however: They were cloning Cluwnes. My god, it's full of butt, part 2: the buttening The mastermind behind it all sat contentedly at his operating table and worked with astounding assembly-line efficiency. Behind him was a locker with a seemingly limitless number of twitching, honking, weeping Cluwnes stuffed into it; he would grab a Cluwneclone, slap it onto the table, neatly slice off its butt, indifferently cut out its brain, hurl the dead body and retarded brain down the disposal chute while he set the butt to one side, and repeat. The man on Butt Duty would then grab the Cluwne butt and slap a robot arm onto it, creating a Buttbot, a butt on wheels that served no purpose except to be a butt and say the word "butt." The efficiency and hard work of the Butt Conspiracy paid off, and before long Medbay was entirely crammed with Buttbots, to the point where the entire area was rendered non-functional and impassable due to the surging ocean of little wheeled cyberbutts happily beeping "butt" in a tinny chorus. But(t) crowding was not the issue - Buttbots do one thing aside from simply say "butt" now and again. When a Buttbot hears someone speak, it has a chance to repeat what was said, with "butt" substituted in place of random words. This became an issue when the Captain strolled into Medbay and was aghast at its sorry state. "What the gently caress is going on here?" he shouted. The Buttbots chirped up in a gleeful, deafening chorus. "What the butt is butt on here?" "Butt the gently caress butt going on butt?" "What butt butt is going butt here?" and so on and so forth, in a disorienting wave of auditory butt. This infuriated the Captain further, but his hollering and order-giving only further excited the Buttbots, making it totally impossible for anyone nearby to hear what was said or get any idea of what the gently caress was going on amidst the titanic cacophony of butt. The Captain flew into a rage and decided to destroy all of the Buttbots, but he forgot that they leave smears of poo when destroyed; it was not long before he slipped head-over-heels and wound up prone and stunned in a puddle of human excrement, cursing relentlessly while the legion of Buttbots around him babbled back page upon page upon page of buttified imitation. Seeing this, some jokester took a radio, turned on its microphone so that it would publicly broadcast anything it picked up, and tossed it into the room. Well, poo poo, now nobody could hear anything. Every radio on the station became a hellish noise cannon, blasting out an incomprehensible wall of recursive butt laced with garbled cursing and butt-riddled mockeries of the crew's anguished cries for silence. At some point a bunch of the Buttbots came within hearing distance of the Cluwneclone closet; this is significant because Cluwnes will randomly and uncontrollably burst into fits of screamed honking. There were dozens of Cluwnes in that thing, and their eerie wails of HONK HONK HONK HONK HONK soon became a HONK HONK butt HONK butt blared forth from uncountable Buttbot speakers, received by the radio and broadcast throughout the station, magnifying upon itself until it was quite literally impossible to divine the slightest scrap of understanding from the game's text box as it was choked by dozens of pages of recursive buttspam per second. The Captain was helpless to stop it. The Roboticists were churning out Buttbots faster than he could destroy them, leaving him effectively stranded in the middle of the deafening, butt-packed hell that had once been Medbay. I don't even know what the gently caress happened to that wizard, and I don't care. He was not the true villain of that round. The Robutticists were.
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oh god it's that tired as gently caress SS13 poo poo again
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ravenkult posted:oh god it's that tired as gently caress SS13 poo poo again If you don't at least crack a smile while reading those you are a broken human being.
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ravenkult posted:oh god it's that tired as gently caress SS13 poo poo again yeah man, gently caress that guy for posting content that isn't boring FPS videos "guys GUYS I shot a bunch of flares and lagged the game for everyone! Epic grief!!" SS13 and oldschool MMO griefs are the funniest things in the thread, gently caress tha haters.
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Archonex posted:Rolling on loot to be a shithead is kind of like someone trashing someone's construction in Minecraft. It's a low effort grief that's about as easy to do as it is unfunny. Possibly. But then winning it, and equipping the loot right in front of the guy? That's class griefing.
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ravenkult posted:oh butt it's that tired butt gently caress butt poo poo again
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Willfrey posted:The doom peel was great, but not really a grief. This one? Dr. Cogworks posted:Welp, I got myself permabanned from another strict-RP server.
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Short SS13 story I witnessed: The hydroponics part of the station allows botanists to grow their own plants. There's also a genetics-splicing machine that lets you splice different plants together to get seeds for a new plant with interesting results (e.g. splicing tobacco with tomatoes to make tomacco). The splicer lets you name the seeds whatever you want, but in an oversight the developers forgot to put a limit on how long you can make a seed's name. Of course, someone figured this out, and named their seeds the entire first chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. This goes from "slightly amusing" to "holy poo poo obnoxious" when you understand that whenever an object is interacted with in any way, the interaction shows up in the event log. Even something as innocuous as taking something out of a backpack becomes "Bob Johnson removes the Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense..." Similar results were achieved with the John Galt speech and I believe the Welsh constitution before admins cut that poo poo out real quick and the bug was patched the next day.
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-Troika- posted:This guy tries his best to complete a stage in Super Kaizo World, a ridiculously hard Super Mario World romhack, at the instigation of some of his viewers. The presence of the coins at the end makes me think there must be a hidden switch block somewhere, right? Or is the last bit just purposely pure evil?
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Bonk posted:The presence of the coins at the end makes me think there must be a hidden switch block somewhere, right? Or is the last bit just purposely pure evil? There is, he finds it in Part 2. The grief is you get through the entire level and to the finish line, have the ecstasy of beating it, then realize you've actually still lost one second before the after-credits complete.
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The really evil traps have a stretch of bricks after the coins, so you have to time hitting the exit perfectly after the switch or you'll die anyway.
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Archonex posted:Rolling on loot to be a shithead is kind of like someone trashing someone's construction in Minecraft. It's a low effort grief that's about as easy to do as it is unfunny. See, this guy gets it.
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Segmentation Fault posted:Short SS13 story I witnessed: The hydroponics part of the station allows botanists to grow their own plants. There's also a genetics-splicing machine that lets you splice different plants together to get seeds for a new plant with interesting results (e.g. splicing tobacco with tomatoes to make tomacco). The splicer lets you name the seeds whatever you want, but in an oversight the developers forgot to put a limit on how long you can make a seed's name. Reminds me of the Crashwich story. One of the hobbies and pasttimes of SS13 is fractal cooking - you can deep fry something, bake it into a cake, slice up the cake, use the pieces to make a sandwich, deep fry the sandwich, bake it into a cake, slice up the cake, so on and so forth (I might have the exact process wrong) with the name growing ever longer and self-repeating. At some point, someone made a sandwich with a name so long that it crashed the clients of anyone that looked at it. After some people got crashed, admins were called in to delete the infernal thing and when they tried, it crashed their clients too. It got bad enough that they had to just cut the round short and reboot the server to clear it. The admins fought the crashwich and the crashwich won 
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Wasn't there some SS13 story about baking guns into pies and using them in traps, causing people to (effectively) shoot themselves?
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I don't understand why WoW allows you to roll need on items you can't use. I played FFXIV a ton before checking out WoW and in it you can't roll need if your current class can't use the item. I won playtime for WoW so I checked it out with a friend who has been playing it forever and when I rolled need on a potion he told me in a really condescending tone that you're supposed to roll greed on potions.
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m2pt5 posted:Wasn't there some SS13 story about baking guns into pies and using them in traps, causing people to (effectively) shoot themselves? It's a long setup, but the end result is you open a door and a trap somewhere unrelated on the station flings a pie at a monkey and you have a 1/6 chance of your head exploding.
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Demicol posted:I don't understand why WoW allows you to roll need on items you can't use. I played FFXIV a ton before checking out WoW and in it you can't roll need if your current class can't use the item. I won playtime for WoW so I checked it out with a friend who has been playing it forever and when I rolled need on a potion he told me in a really condescending tone that you're supposed to roll greed on potions. Roll need on everything. You need it to sell for gold, right? 
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Magres posted:Reminds me of the Crashwich story. You forgot the most important part of it: Someone applied to the crashwich a secret chemical that brings inanimate objects to life, and makes them aggressive. You'd walk into the bar, a sandwich would float towards you, your client would crash from trying to render the "<Massive loving Sandwich Name Here> slams into Joe Pubs!" message, and when you reconnect you're probably dead.
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Because the game designers didn't think that people would be dicks and when they were they didn't care. Its worked out for the best really.
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Demicol posted:I don't understand why WoW allows you to roll need on items you can't use. I played FFXIV a ton before checking out WoW and in it you can't roll need if your current class can't use the item. I won playtime for WoW so I checked it out with a friend who has been playing it forever and when I rolled need on a potion he told me in a really condescending tone that you're supposed to roll greed on potions. That rolling greed thing is stupid and varies by server - the one I used to play on the expectation was to roll need on random drops like that because with an "everyone roll greed" system someone inevitably rolls need for some reason and starts a huge pointless derail over some random drop nobody actually needs but feels cheated out of.
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Pretty sure, nowadays at least, if you roll "Need" on a piece of Bind on Equip gear (any of the nice sellable poo poo basically) it automatically binds to you so you can't sell it, except for a pittance of gold to an NPC vendor.
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Enallyniv posted:Pretty sure, nowadays at least, if you roll "Need" on a piece of Bind on Equip gear (any of the nice sellable poo poo basically) it automatically binds to you so you can't sell it, except for a pittance of gold to an NPC vendor. Yeah they added that at least five years ago. The really fun thing to do was rolling need on literally every BoE drop because my character was an enchanter and just turning everything to dust right in front of the group. context: enchanter was a crafting profession (each character could have up to two crafting OR gathering professions) that could add additional stats or effects to gear, but the materials to do so could only be gotten from disenchanting gear, destroying the item but giving you materials (usually in the form of dust or crystals) to cast your enchants. Which means it didn't matter to me if it was bound to me because I wasn't going to sell it in the first place 
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Enallyniv posted:Pretty sure, nowadays at least, if you roll "Need" on a piece of Bind on Equip gear (any of the nice sellable poo poo basically) it automatically binds to you so you can't sell it, except for a pittance of gold to an NPC vendor. This is what I remember. Didn't use to be like that though. The SS13 story that I liked are the demon tub one and the Robin Williams RP which are both super short. SS13 is hilarious, to me, because I have an imagination and can see it all unfolding if it were a game with decent graphics. It's hilariously detailed with what you can do. I've said it before but I wish I could play it on Mac. Also, the admin meltdown when someone took away all the resources or something and someone figured out how to make a bomb out of water and potato chips is funny too. SS13 stories read like mad libs sometimes. The Captain was gunned down by a promiscuous toilet.
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Demicol posted:I checked it out with a friend who has been playing it forever and when I rolled need on a potion he told me in a really condescending tone that you're supposed to roll greed on potions.
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Demicol posted:I don't understand why WoW allows you to roll need on items you can't use. I played FFXIV a ton before checking out WoW and in it you can't roll need if your current class can't use the item. I won playtime for WoW so I checked it out with a friend who has been playing it forever and when I rolled need on a potion he told me in a really condescending tone that you're supposed to roll greed on potions. I have never played an MMO with a community as condescendingly assholish as World of Warcraft. I've been enjoying the poo poo out of FFXIV because it's not full of complete and utter pricks. You can actually have fun in a pub dungeon.
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Kazinsal posted:I have never played an MMO with a community as condescendingly assholish as World of Warcraft. Fun in an MMO? With pubs even. Fuckin gross.
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Destiny is Bungie's newest game that combines the fun of MMO grinding with the pleasure of a typical FPS community. And by "fun and pleasure" I mean "pain and soul-crushing boredom." Players perform missions and raids to improve gear for the next raid or to make themselves more effective in teabagging during PvP, all the while convincing themselves that the story and lore are rich and deep when it reads like someone used search & replace on a 70's pulp sci-fi paperback.* In other words, it's try-hard heaven. The latest expansion to the game, The Taken King, came out at the start of September 2015 and along side of adding additional missions and more gear that made all your old stuff worthless and thus requiring you start the grind all over again, it added a new raid called The King's Fall. At one point, you have to ride up in this column of light like an elevator to get to the next stage. Now the tank class for Destiny is called a Titan (like I said, 70's pulp all the way) and one of the special attacks available is a slam that hits all enemies around it for huge damage. Normally you can't hurt your own teammates with it, but when you do it in this elevator you get the following results: (You may wish to turn your sound off, or just skip to around 1:25 to skip most of the talk.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziEixygyeOI tl:dr version - Destiny Titan uses slam attack in King's Fall elevator, killing two and getting two others stuck inside. Looking forward to hearing the technique used during every pick-up group until it gets fixed. *It doesn't help that Bungie completely ignored the basic rule of "show, don't tell" and requires you to read off pages of guff from a separate website to find out all the lore. Did I mention this is a console-only game? So you either have to look it up later on a PC or use the lovely browsers built into your console. Game devs are better at trolling their clientele than any player ever will be. Doodles fucked around with this message at 19:11 on Sep 30, 2015 |
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The lore stuff's neat at times for sci-fi junk, it's just a pity that Bungie Yardbomb fucked around with this message at 20:03 on Sep 30, 2015 |
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Sep 30, 2015 20:00
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SS13 is a grief in itself. such a simple game where trying to eat a banana ends with the results of me stabbing myself in the eye and then eating the entire banana, peel and all.
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Sep 30, 2015 22:21
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re: SS13, Catbeasts
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Sep 30, 2015 22:36
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Oh poo poo, you made something up on the fly for an RP server, he really got you!
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Sep 30, 2015 22:52
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The SS13 stories can be funny and grief-y, like the cake named the entire first chapter of the first Harry Potter book that crashed everyone's computer, but "I played the game as intended and something funny happened" ≠ griefing.
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Sep 30, 2015 23:07
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Antlions posted:It's a long setup, but the end result is you open a door and a trap somewhere unrelated on the station flings a pie at a monkey and you have a 1/6 chance of your head exploding. Yeah, pretty much. The gist of it is: 1. There's a gun on the station which is "the russian revolver". It's a gun that you can't use on anyone else; attempting to do so results in you playing russian roulette, with a 1/6 chance of you killing yourself. 2. Items can be baked into cream pies, clown-style. If you throw a pie at someone with an item in it, it counts as you using the item on that person. This is occasionally used to do things like "inject dude with poison from a syringe from across the bar". 3. It is possible to set up mechanisms to do things remotely, including throwing items. Importantly, the trigger of "who threw this item" is "whoever set off the mechanism". So you bake the RR into a pie, set it up to some gizmos such that when someone does X, it throws it at a monkey. End result: 5/6th of the time nothing happens, the remaining 1/6th the person's head explodes as a bullet teleports into their skull from across the station due to pie magic. 
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Sep 30, 2015 23:13
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Doodles posted:(You may wish to turn your sound off, or just skip to around 1:25 to skip most of the talk.) Haha this guy. We beat him and his streaming buddies up in a game of Titanfall and he ragequit, whined about it and then said "Heh, I play games for a living and have an incredibly hot wife...". We got pwned.
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Oct 1, 2015 00:28
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I got sick of year-old raw gmod TTT griefs taking up 70 GB on my hard drive and made a bunch of videos. One or two are inside jokes but the rest are of children being bullied/hit in the face with barrels and need no explaination
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Oct 1, 2015 01:22
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Doodles posted:Destiny is Bungie's newest game that combines the fun of MMO grinding with the pleasure of a typical FPS community. And by "fun and pleasure" I mean "pain and soul-crushing boredom." Players perform missions and raids to improve gear for the next raid or to make themselves more effective in teabagging during PvP, all the while convincing themselves that the story and lore are rich and deep when it reads like someone used search & replace on a 70's pulp sci-fi paperback.* In other words, it's try-hard heaven. This makes me want to level my Titan immediately to do this with pubbies.
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Oct 1, 2015 02:46
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Like 10 years ago in Natural Selection there were some combat servers that ran scripts that let you level up way past what the game normally lets you, allowing you to boost different things to absurd levels and get new abilities. In that game the biggest alien bad guy, the Onos had an ability that would eat another player and they'd have to stare at a picture of your guts/rear end in a top hat while they digested to death or got shot free. Made people mad, because you could grab their heavy armor badass dudes and just gulp em down and make em wait for like 50 seconds to get digested. Anyways in the script/modded combat servers I would rush onos and get abilities that made him super fast and armored, so I'd take this fuckin giant alien rhino thing that was normally slow as poo poo and fly through the level and just gulp down a random pubby from their base and fly back to my base to safely digest him while my future poop said mean things in chat.
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Oct 1, 2015 05:09
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I Killed British - My future poop said mean things in chat
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