survive!

REINCARNATE INTO A BUNNY

> RAPE NIMI

Suggestion 2009/08/31(Mon)13:42 No. 36483 ID: f98e0b
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Your name is John, a passenger onboard the Calypso, a Torpedo Frigate in Allied Space. Your job is to paint the ship in various tonse of gunmetal grey and warning sign yellow.
Today is your 19th day on the job.
There's a war on.

"Though eternity lies before thee, thy work in the land of the living is not done. Return now, brave one. I know we shall meet again."

"Death is only the begining."

>>36483

Well better go and start cleanin'

>>36483
Best get to paintin those tonse, John.
You don't want mister Richards yelling at you again. He's such a douche.

Continue about your work oblivious to the world. Get eaten by xenomorph.

Suggestion 2009/08/31(Mon)13:50 No. 36493 ID: f98e0b
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>>36485
John isn't entirely sure what you are trying to play at here.
>>36487
Haw haw.
>>36488
Good idea.

Wait, xeno-wha..?

>>36483
Reminds me of Red Dwarf. Get to painting.

John Hug Paintcan

>>36493
That's classified for command staff only. Nothing to worry about. I'm sure there are no xenos aboard this ship.

So, what do you have with you?

Suggestion 2009/08/31(Mon)13:52 No. 36497 ID: f98e0b
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>>36493
The world goes red and alarm bells begin sounding.
>MISSILE LAUNCH DETECTED. TARGET CALYPSO. BRACE FOR IMMEDIATE IMPACT.
Eh?

>>36497
BRACE FOR IMPACT! DUCK LIKE IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKING DISNEY APOCALYPSE!

>>36497
QUICKLY JOHN TO THE ESCAPE PODS

>>36497
Whatever you do, don't die.

Also don't be around glass, or dangerous chemicals, or open areas.

If this is likely a concussive blast, cover your ears and open your mouth to avoid dying.

Suggestion 2009/08/31(Mon)13:59 No. 36506 ID: f98e0b
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>>36500
>>36502
>>36503
Several thoughts flit through John's head. Thoughts of panic, escape, safety.
Who could have launched this sort of attack this deep into Alliance space?

It doesn't matter now.

>>36506
...

>>36506
Awesome. Archive quest. Win the internet.

>>36507
You knew what you signed up for, yes?

>>36506

This was bad and you should feel bad.

>I Flew beyond the sun before it was time
>Burning all the gold that held me inside my shell
>Waiting for you to pull me back in
>I almost sat the world in my sights

>Lost, love bright eyes fading
>Faster than stars falling
>How can I tell you thatI failed?
>Tell you I failed

>Fallen from grace cause I been away too long
>Leaving you behind with my lonesome song
>Now I'm lost in oblivion

Godspeed, John.

Space zombie time now?

>When I hear that wind blow,
>all across the Wicklow mountains.
>Is it you I hear a calling?
>Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.


>When I look to the west,
>out across the River Shannon.
>I can still see you smiling.
>Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.


>When the leaves have turned to brown
>and winter's due.
>As I watch the sun go down,
>I'll think of you.


>When I hear that wind blow,
>all across the Wicklow mountains.
>Sure it's you, I'll hear a calling.
>Johnny boy, oh Johnny boy.


In loving memory.
We always loved you, son.

Suggestion 2009/08/31(Mon)14:06 No. 36520 ID: f98e0b
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>>36511
i feel great

>>36520

No you feel dead stop lying

Now it's time to start up part 2: ZOMBIE QUEEEEST

>>36767
IN SPACE

>>36911
Is... something happening? Does John yet live?

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)13:49 No. 36915 ID: f98e0b
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murgh

John feels like he's being liquefied and drank in reverse

It's not an unfamiliar feeling

>>36915
Where are you at right now?

And when did you feel such a sensation before?

>>36915
You're probably being cloned/pieced back together. Just look around, I guess.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)15:11 No. 36943 ID: f98e0b
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>>36922
John's in his RS suite at the Alliance Navy outpost in Agrieb, the closest point to where he was attacked. It's pretty ritzy, especially for a blue collar like him. Agrieb's nestled fairly comfortably inside Alliance space, which begs the question... how did the Calypso get blown into smithereens by pinko missiles?

The last time he felt this was four days ago, when he was gunned down in a pinko ambush on the station on Destrol 2. He was there cleaning the old grout out of the Accelerators and resealing them. But that was on the rim of Allied space.
This is his third death in 19 days, and he's wondering if he's having shit luck or what.

>>36925
That's pretty accurate. John's impressed.

>>36943
Do whatever you usually do when you get offed and reverse-liquefied. Just be sure to ask around about what happened to the Calypso.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)15:55 No. 36966 ID: f98e0b
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John steps off the respawn panel, shaking the last of the Death-sick from his head...
After 3 times through the Next he's still not used to this crap.
>>36947
Um. John's not actually sure what comes next normally. When he got shot before on Destrol he respawned immediately into the station again, ready to fight off the attack, but that was just because the station's respawn panels were closest. The Calypso's, obviously, blew up, along with the rest of the ship.
How the pinkos managed to get a missile like that John isn't sure, but he doesn't like the thought.
Well, say one thing for your race, they sure advance rapidly.

☳☱☵(John) 2009/09/01(Tue)16:06 No. 36969 ID: f98e0b
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>Respawn complete. Welcome back to existence, ☳☱☵.
The voice cuts in across his mental uplink. John takes a moment to check what he has stored in Linkspace:
1 antimatter swabber (useful for cleaning stubborn stains, and, in a pinch, melting stubborn pinkos)
1 bag of Dehydrated ☋ fruit chips John got off a vending machine in the Calyspo before the missile
1 belt of ammunition for a Heavy Antimatter rifle (John isn't sure exactly how many rounds that is; he just grabbed it from the Calypso's armory when he came onboard)
A laser pistol (John's never used it, and it's fairly neglected. What with the shoddy parts and everything he's worried it could blow up in his face)

>>36969
Why is your name in trigrams?

>>36966
>Well, say one thing for your race,
So what the hell are you?

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)16:23 No. 36975 ID: f98e0b
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Ah, that feels better.
>>36972
Well that's technically John's real name. As long as John has you, he's willing to translate for you. You've helped him out before, and it's nice to have something to talk to on long assignments, so he guesses he'll trust you. Even if you are a shard of glass with a bunch of pinkos inside it.
>>36973
John's a Qal, one of the races of the Alliance. You all happen to be pinkos (or at least the voices of pinkos).
There's a war on.

>>36975
Chen Tui K'an?

Or Arousing Joyous Abysmal?

Or unrelated to the chinese system?

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)16:27 No. 36977 ID: f98e0b
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End prologue

>>36975
Oh, humans. I thought you meant communists. Yeah, in that case, I think you guys are probably boned. Give it a decade or too, tops, and you'll all be genocided or forced to assimilate.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)19:23 No. 37024 ID: f98e0b
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>Bonus content: Qal
>The Qal are in reality a massive colony of microscopic organisms attached to a hardened calcium skeleton, surrounded by a firm but malleable membrane, and governed by a hive-mind. Each individual organism in a Qal is capable of a multitude of functions in the body due to extensive genetic engineering on the part of the Qal themselves. A cell could one minute be muscle and the next vascular tissue. This allows the form of the Qal to be constantly changing (limited only by the skeleton, which enforces a vaguely humanoid shape), and also gives them a tremendous amount of fortitude, as dead cells can quickly be replaced in function by live ones.
>Therefore the only way to stop Qal in combat is by blowing the limbs off, destroying the skeleton, or with a direct hit to the diamond-shaped hive-mind in the Qal’s head. These properties make them effective soldiers and laborers, and they relish the opportunity to use their unique biological gifts in service of the Alliance, of which they are one of the two founding species
Pictured is John out of his suit

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)19:36 No. 37028 ID: bffa2a
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>>37024
>blowing the limbs off

You see this man? Run away. He's your natural predator.

Suggestion 2009/09/01(Tue)19:39 No. 37029 ID: c78e80
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>>37024

We'd like to have a word with you.