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Posted 13 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3438348/ GO HERE YOU GO HERENOW
Birthday stuff
Posted 13 years agoBirthday's in a couple of days, on the 1st. woo. I'm gonna go attend the major Occupy protest.
lol what
Posted 13 years agoApparently FA has a feature that tells you if a watch you had has been removed. What? Why would I even want to know this
April Fools Thumbnails
Posted 13 years agoWell, at least they fixed the new thumbnails making every page on the site take five minutes to load. Annnnd I actually like seeing the full pic when most artists have this cheeky "lol I'm gonna thumbnail something that doesn't describe the rest of the picture at all" attitude. Buuuut it's like, a bad idea to do any serious change on April 1st. Just don't, guys.
That was dumb.
That was dumb.
fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
Posted 13 years agoThis space for rent
Announcement regarding commissions
Posted 13 years agoAfter much thought and consideration, I have decided I will no longer be commissioning any art unless it is a trade or joint commission, or if I'm getting someone some art because they already got me a gift.
HEY MASSACHUSETTS FURS
Posted 13 years agoI am gonna be visiting this upcoming week, will be in Salem if you wanna hang!
FA ISNT DOWN YET FUNTIME VARIETY HOUR STREAM IS GO
Posted 13 years agoFA IS DOWN WEEKEND STREAM OF COMEDY GOODNESS!
Posted 13 years agoHELLO EVERYONE! I will be streaming a number of comedic and strange movies for your enjoyment, ranging from Terry Gilliam classics, Upright Citizens Brigade, some downright TERRIBLE movies, and some fucking amazing ones! So while FA is down, I'll be up, for your enjoyment! Tune in tomorrow at approximately 4 PM EST!
http://www.livestream.com/raevisionz
http://www.livestream.com/raevisionz
Metro State furries
Posted 13 years agoSo my research methods 2 professor brought up an example from a previous class on research question that they discussed. The question was "How do people become furries?".
There are a bunch of furries who go to my college, and I'd like to find out how to come in contact with them! Any ideas?
There are a bunch of furries who go to my college, and I'd like to find out how to come in contact with them! Any ideas?
AC 2012 requests!
Posted 13 years agoHey, does anyone have a room I can crash in? I am totally willing and able to pay my fair share of a room. I'll bring an air mattress, so no need to worry about bedspace, and Wray can attest I am a good con roommate!
FC photos?
Posted 14 years agoI had a BUNCH of people take pictures of me in my suits, but can't seem to find any of them around...could y'all help me find a dapper gentleman wandering about this site?
Koopanuki?
Posted 14 years agoPimpin someone else's stuff
Posted 14 years agohttp://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3108572/ Go here, leave a comment or something!
FC memez
Posted 14 years agoWhere are you staying? - At the Ramada a block away
What day are you getting there? - Late Friday
Who will you be with? -
wraywolfe 
rubberskunktoo
Do you do free art? - Sure, I do improvisational comedy, dramatic readings, voice impersonations, and can be bribed to do many more forms of artistry!
Do you do trades? - Only if you're awesome
Do you do commissions? - OK yeah fuck these artist-biased memes
Do you do badges? - Fuck you not everyone draws
What is your gender? - Dude
How old are you? - 25
Are you taken? - Nope!
What suits will you have? - My very snazzy sapphire blue suit will be coming down, and a surprise appearance from my new purple suit will I think make quite the impression.
Can I touch you? Sure, why not, just don't slap my ass or crotchgrab to say hello and we'll do just fine
Can I talk to you?
Yes but if my eyes are closed I'm breathing slowly but evenly and you're in my room I am probably asleep, so don't talk to me then!
Can I buy you lots of drinks?
Not if I buy you drinks FIRST!
Can I give you lots of money?
A thousand bucks, by the hour.
Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Do you know me well enough for this to be appropriate? P.S. I AM SKINNY AND BONY do not reccomend snuggles from other bony people
How tall are you?
6'2" ! Tall motherfucker
You look pissed off out of suit can I come up to you?
Yeah I know some dick spilled his Kahlua all over it and I don't want to go to the drycleaners!!!
Are you nice?
NO FUCK YOU
Actually I can be alright, I get a little shy around new people but if it's ALL new people then I'll manage just fine 8)
Are you cliquey?
Insomuch as I like hanging out with people I already know, yeah. But I'm KEENLY aware at how much cliques such, so I'll try to include you in conversation!
Can I stalk you?
Only if we make a cool game of it with scoring and stuff. Nerf guns would be cool too.
Do you have an artist table?
My table is an accomplished artist but has instructed me not to release any information regarding their attending or not attending FC
Do you like parties?
That's part of the reason why I'm going, so YES YES OH GOD YES
If i see you, how should i get your attention?
Say "HEY RAEMUZ" and wave your arms frantically, jumping up and down.
Can I hang out with you?
Yeah sure! I always love hanging out with furries, feel free to stop on by!
How can I find you?
Look for a tall blonde guy in a crazy, colorful getup. That'll probably be me!
What day are you getting there? - Late Friday
Who will you be with? -
wraywolfe 
rubberskunktooDo you do free art? - Sure, I do improvisational comedy, dramatic readings, voice impersonations, and can be bribed to do many more forms of artistry!
Do you do trades? - Only if you're awesome
Do you do commissions? - OK yeah fuck these artist-biased memes
Do you do badges? - Fuck you not everyone draws
What is your gender? - Dude
How old are you? - 25
Are you taken? - Nope!
What suits will you have? - My very snazzy sapphire blue suit will be coming down, and a surprise appearance from my new purple suit will I think make quite the impression.
Can I touch you? Sure, why not, just don't slap my ass or crotchgrab to say hello and we'll do just fine
Can I talk to you?
Yes but if my eyes are closed I'm breathing slowly but evenly and you're in my room I am probably asleep, so don't talk to me then!
Can I buy you lots of drinks?
Not if I buy you drinks FIRST!
Can I give you lots of money?
A thousand bucks, by the hour.
Can I hug or snuggle with you?
Do you know me well enough for this to be appropriate? P.S. I AM SKINNY AND BONY do not reccomend snuggles from other bony people
How tall are you?
6'2" ! Tall motherfucker
You look pissed off out of suit can I come up to you?
Yeah I know some dick spilled his Kahlua all over it and I don't want to go to the drycleaners!!!
Are you nice?
NO FUCK YOU
Actually I can be alright, I get a little shy around new people but if it's ALL new people then I'll manage just fine 8)
Are you cliquey?
Insomuch as I like hanging out with people I already know, yeah. But I'm KEENLY aware at how much cliques such, so I'll try to include you in conversation!
Can I stalk you?
Only if we make a cool game of it with scoring and stuff. Nerf guns would be cool too.
Do you have an artist table?
My table is an accomplished artist but has instructed me not to release any information regarding their attending or not attending FC
Do you like parties?
That's part of the reason why I'm going, so YES YES OH GOD YES
If i see you, how should i get your attention?
Say "HEY RAEMUZ" and wave your arms frantically, jumping up and down.
Can I hang out with you?
Yeah sure! I always love hanging out with furries, feel free to stop on by!
How can I find you?
Look for a tall blonde guy in a crazy, colorful getup. That'll probably be me!
Tailoring help needed before/at FC
Posted 14 years agoHey guys, I've got some pants that apparently never got finished, and I need someone to sew up the bits around the ankle so I don't have the Longest Pants In The World. If ya could meet me at FC to do it, or live locally and know how to sew stuff, I'd totes appreciate it if ya could help me out :3
A recent breakup
Posted 14 years agoI have broken up with my boyfriend of three years recently. I have been reacting more poorly than I thought I had and need some time to feel through this. I may be ducking out socially for a bit , but rest assured I will be at fx.
SW:TOR?
Posted 14 years agoI've got an EVIL Trooper and a NICE Smuggler on the Prophecy of the Five server, where are you guys at?
MERRY HAPPY
Posted 14 years agoHAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY HAPPY MERRY
Apologies for the self-indulgent claptrap
Posted 14 years agoBut i'm not taking it down. Far too often I'll post a journal that's a bit whiny, but then take it down once I feel better. I think my insecurities don't need to be shamefully hidden away anymore.
Gift Art
Posted 14 years agoThis is a weird subject for me. On occasion I have gotten a piece or two , but some folks seem to have half of FA drawing for them. Not only that but birthdays seem to be a big gift thing for most other people. What am I doing wrong? Am I just a creep? I feel like there's something flawed about me that causes folks to pass me by , happens irl too.
Ez is the bezt
Posted 14 years agoCuz he got me Saint's Row 3! Woo! Steamid is Zumear
How not to make bread
Posted 14 years agoHow not to make bread
Posted 14 years agoSPACE STATION 13
Posted 14 years agohttp://ss13.donglabs.com/index.php?title=Main_Page
Join me in one of the most insane games ever made. A story:
NanoTrasen Space Station 13, Captain's Log Entry
Date: 14-07-2550, SS13 Shift No. 322
Access Level: Black
[LOG MARKED FOR DELETION, REVIEW ACCESS BY SENIOR PERSONNEL ONLY]
[UNAUTHORISED ACCESS TO THIS FILE WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY]
=== LOG BEGINS ===
Every single day I spend on this station I become more and more certain that this was some kind of macabre punishment promotion. I don't know what I did to deserve being consigned to this glued together ball of orbital wreckage, but someone has it out for me. On the station I may well be Captain, but the title brings with it all the prestige and responsibility of some kind of fucking manchild kindergarten teacher.
It seems not one day goes by on the cesspit without one of these brain damaged retard wonderkind i'm supposed to call the crew blowing up or gassing half the station, beating seven shades of shit out of each other or ending up using their innards to paint the corridors a nice shade of viscera; and this isn't taking into account the fact that the fucking universe itself seems hell bent on erasing the foul waste of space that is SS13.
To think NanoTrasen loves to call this hellhole a "State of the Art Orbital Plasma Research Facility". What research? What facilities? State of WHICH art, S and fucking M? I can barely even remember all the droning seminars and presentations they flung at us in NanoTrasen orientation, all I remember is just wanting to go into space.
If I remember correctly though, it was all about the Plasma. It was like the new oil - not long after humanity got out into space and everyone got all big on exploring and discovering, all that boring Star Trek bullshit. So some clever guy discovers some gassy orange shit hiding inside a gas giant somewhere which turns out to burn better than Tox Lab on a good day. It was given some fancy-ass scientific name, but the media erroneously termed it Plasma for some reason, and the name stuck. All the companies and industries wanted to guzzle it up despite the fact we knew jack shit about it and still don't, but that didn't stop them.
Of course since history has proven that putting money before employee and consumer safety is a great idea, corporations keep mining and selling it on, making enough money that they were able to keep the government regulators all hush-hush with nice paychecks. Out here in the frontier of space though you can't regulate shit, so all sorts of inter-corporate warfare broke out. Turns out none other than NanoTrasen was the big dog, able to screw up and quite literally kill off the competition and then cover their tracks quickly and effectively enough to never get caught out on their bullshit.
Twenty NanoTrasen stations were constructed during this time. They used to be mining facilities, but then the Great Crash happened. It turns out, much to everyone's immense surprise, that using an extremely volatile and alien fuel source which you know fuck all about isn't very smart - various small consumer based incidents and conflagrations had been happening for years, but the corporations were always able to pay off the media to either not report them or chalk them up to one-off accidents or product abuse.
Now when a rickety old plasma-powered research base sited on the moon explodes with enough force to blast a huge chunk out of the planet, and said blasted off chunks end up falling to earth as a rather nasty meteor shower, and said nasty meteor shower ends up wiping out two thirds of the population of China and fucking up the weather planetwide for the best part of three decades, you can't really cover it up or pay it off. You have to pay the price - or at least someone does. Unfortunatley, it turns out NanoTrasen is very good at passing the buck.
Sure, they paid an utter fortune in legal expenses, reparations, having to cover investigations and attempts to shut them down, but the money was just too good and the pie was just too sweet for the world governments to keep their fingers out of it, even if millions of lives were lost and several million more ruined or affected. Plasma mining, refining and use was restricted immensley pending research into the volatility and usefulness of Plasma as a fuel source. Research grants came up for grabs to corporations, and guess who got the rights because they had twenty stations in orbit around viable Plasma sources...
Naturally, this pissed a lot of people off. Millions of people die in a world-scale disaster and NanoTrasen still functions more or less unhindered? Old corporations who had their holdings destroyed and employees killed on the sly and no-one does anything because of NanoTrasen's rock solid alabi? Lucractive research grants come up and no other corporations even get a look in? This is without even delving into the dubious hiring and HR policies which continue to this day, as evidenced by the roving pack of thugs i'm expected to keep in line.
So back on Earth, people think back to Lenin and Marx and think it sounds like it could be worth a try if it means millions of people don't end up with a bunch of rocks falling on them from space. Some countries embraced it, others rejected and suppressed it. It turned into some kind of new Cold War, which has been hitting NanoTrasen paticularly hard as evidenced by the "purging" of SS08 of the supposed crew uprising by their hired commando squads. Sure, NanoTrasen think they're smart and have covered it up, but the evidence is there if you know where to look.
Meanwhile after the massive station restructuring from mining to research and then the massive budget cuts, NanoTrasen has to "relax their hiring opportunities to allow for greater diversity in the workplace", which basically translates to hire whichever shady pricks you can to make it look like you're doing somewhile while you drink away the research grant before embezzling the lot and vanishing into the night. As a result, we have the glorious state of affairs wherein toolboxes get used more for stoving in the heads of people who looked at you funny than for actually fixing anything.
So I guess this brings us up to the present day. I'm working for a pack of greedy monsters who don't give a damn their shit has killed off an insane amount of people. The crazy thing it's like the world doesn't even care other than the people who are out to kill me - we've had the Marxists in here preaching all kinds of nutty shit and trying to off me before. It wasn't pretty; i'd like to say I don't work in a job where stoving someone's head in with an extinguisher while he begs for his life is mandatory, but i'd be a dirty liar.
Now I have to think back to all the crazy shit that's happened while i've been Captain here. I suppose I can't finish this log entry without mentioning the "Syndicate". It's a no-brainer that if you piss off as many people as NanoTrasen has, you'll make some very nasty enemies who are just as bad, if not worse than yourself.
The Syndicate's top men are mostly ex-CEOs of businesses which NanoTrasen forcibly put out of business by destroying their holdings and killing their employees, then making it look like they did nothing at all so they get away scot free. The Syndicate's leaders are smart - some are in it to avenge family, others on principle, others to recoup lost profits. The one thing they have in common is that all of them are out for cold, hard revenge and they don't mind sinking to NanoTrasen's level to get it done.
The foot soldiers and mooks who do the work are another story, though. There's all sorts of them - escaped convicts, ex-NanoTrasen employees, anarchists, marxists, crazies, basically more mixed nuts than a squirrel with the shits. We've been attacked by them before several times, all of the stations have - the results tend to vary. Sometimes they send a pack of batshit bonkers madmen who wouldn't look out of place standing next to fucking Genghis Khan, other times when they actually want shit done they send the really evil sneaky bastards. What I want to know is where the fuck do they keep getting nuclear bombs from?! I suspect there's some government involvement somewhere down the line, but i'd rather live than look into that.
Then there's the fucking Space Wizard Federation. I don't know anything about those guys other than they are scary as hell, running around the station blasting people into chunks and hurling balls of fire out of fucking nowhere. I'd heard something about some weird hi-tech cult but these guys are practically luddites, spewing thees and thous and using all sorts of weird archaic references to shit and wearing burlap robes and fake beards. Either someone found a way to inflict their insanity upon reality itself, or these guys have some insane technology we don't know about.
Frankly though i'd rather put a very large distance between me and anyone who looks like a decripit methed up hobo and can tear my entire body apart in an instant by poking me in the balls hard enough.
The really scary stuff comes from threats that aren't (at least debatably) human, though. From the small amount of research done on plasma when corporate wasn't embezzling the grant funds to drink themselves into even more of a stupor than usual, we've found that there's shit LIVING in that giant orange space fart we're orbiting. We've found life before, nothing intelligent though. Animals at the most, but usually stuff similar to just microbes and bacteria even if they're still completley alien to us. It turns out that certain types of amoeba floating around in the gas we harvest really, REALLY like earth DNA... so much that if exposed to it, even just dead skin and shit, it ends up mutating into a huge green pile of acidic blamanche that eats more than the Head of Security and makes nearly as much of a mess.
Then there's "The Gibbis". Good fucking god, the Gibbis. Who or whatever created this hideous universe has got to be mocking us for sure - if I wanted my body to spontaneously melt into a pile of diseased chunks i'd drink the fucking beer in the bar. It makes the Devo Virus look tame, the Devolutionary whatever the fuck it was called. We just call it the Devo Virus for short and it doesn't make you grow a silly hat and make strange music. It turns out this virus decides to snip or add a few chromosomes here and there and bam, you devolve back into a chimpanzee. The chimps of course tend to be significantly more productive than the crew I have now and nowhere near as hairy.
If I had to pick out the single greatest threat to the station though, i'd have to say it's the fucking crew, hands down. That includes the crotchety fucking IBM piece of shit we're supposed to call an AI, which essentially amounts to being a glorified doorknob with none of the charm. Of course, if there happens to be an ion storm, or the replacement parts were faulty, or some fuckwit thinks he's so goddamn funny telling it to act like an owl, then it goes on a homicidal rampage and offs half the crew. I wouldn't normally complain about something like that, but the replacements are always worse.
Speaking of which, due to NanoTrasen's lovely equal rights movement, we probably haven't had an intelligent crewmember in months. Sure, we have scientists, engineers, security and all sorts of professionally trained staff, but the problem is they were trained by the same corporation that was so monumentally stupid it destroyed half of fucking Asia! The Plasma Scientists always end up huffing it or burning their lab down, the geneticists probably learned everything they know from the discovery channel and the Chemists just sit making space meth all day. The Engineers couldn't light a fucking fart if they tried, and Security.. oh good grief, Security.
Why this station has a job opening for judges and lawyers I don't know when the closest thing i've seen to a trial was a security guard stomping someone's teeth out while shouting "IT WAS YOU WHAT DID IT". I dread the fact that they entrust these people with batons and flashbangs when you could probably give them a deflated balloon and they'd find a way to beat someone to death with it.
I don't even know why i'm writing this in my fucking logbook. I sure as hell don't need the history lesson for myself. Sure, I could upload it with all the evidence and dirt i've found over the years, but what's the point? Who would give a shit other than corporate making me suddenly disappear? I suppose I could send and upload it to the network and let people make their own judgements, maybe at least try to stir some shit. After all, i'm the one sitting out here in deep space, cruising along leisurely in an empty escape shuttle.
Who's going to touch me?
I don't care what they called me back on the station - i'm not a traitor. I'm a man of principles and standards. Principles which don't kill people horribly and which also incidentally get me quite far, as evidenced by my handy electromagnetic card. I'd say i'm the better man here; I may be a thief and a liar, but at least i'm not a murderer.
If you are reading this log, maybe you've started to doubt NanoTrasen. That's good.
I urge you to look for the evidence that's out there. They deny, they cover up, they make people disappear but they can't keep it all covered up forever. Start thinking for yourself and using your brain, it's exactly what NanoTrasen doesn't want because then you'll see the cracks and flaws in their big scheme, and once enough people start to ask the hard questions they'll crack and crumble. They'll fall like they deserve to.
And then none of us will have to instinctively fear people in grey carrying around large heavy objects again.
Ex-Captain [NAME DELETED] of SS13, signing off.
=== LOG ENDS ===
Join me in one of the most insane games ever made. A story:
NanoTrasen Space Station 13, Captain's Log Entry
Date: 14-07-2550, SS13 Shift No. 322
Access Level: Black
[LOG MARKED FOR DELETION, REVIEW ACCESS BY SENIOR PERSONNEL ONLY]
[UNAUTHORISED ACCESS TO THIS FILE WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY]
=== LOG BEGINS ===
Every single day I spend on this station I become more and more certain that this was some kind of macabre punishment promotion. I don't know what I did to deserve being consigned to this glued together ball of orbital wreckage, but someone has it out for me. On the station I may well be Captain, but the title brings with it all the prestige and responsibility of some kind of fucking manchild kindergarten teacher.
It seems not one day goes by on the cesspit without one of these brain damaged retard wonderkind i'm supposed to call the crew blowing up or gassing half the station, beating seven shades of shit out of each other or ending up using their innards to paint the corridors a nice shade of viscera; and this isn't taking into account the fact that the fucking universe itself seems hell bent on erasing the foul waste of space that is SS13.
To think NanoTrasen loves to call this hellhole a "State of the Art Orbital Plasma Research Facility". What research? What facilities? State of WHICH art, S and fucking M? I can barely even remember all the droning seminars and presentations they flung at us in NanoTrasen orientation, all I remember is just wanting to go into space.
If I remember correctly though, it was all about the Plasma. It was like the new oil - not long after humanity got out into space and everyone got all big on exploring and discovering, all that boring Star Trek bullshit. So some clever guy discovers some gassy orange shit hiding inside a gas giant somewhere which turns out to burn better than Tox Lab on a good day. It was given some fancy-ass scientific name, but the media erroneously termed it Plasma for some reason, and the name stuck. All the companies and industries wanted to guzzle it up despite the fact we knew jack shit about it and still don't, but that didn't stop them.
Of course since history has proven that putting money before employee and consumer safety is a great idea, corporations keep mining and selling it on, making enough money that they were able to keep the government regulators all hush-hush with nice paychecks. Out here in the frontier of space though you can't regulate shit, so all sorts of inter-corporate warfare broke out. Turns out none other than NanoTrasen was the big dog, able to screw up and quite literally kill off the competition and then cover their tracks quickly and effectively enough to never get caught out on their bullshit.
Twenty NanoTrasen stations were constructed during this time. They used to be mining facilities, but then the Great Crash happened. It turns out, much to everyone's immense surprise, that using an extremely volatile and alien fuel source which you know fuck all about isn't very smart - various small consumer based incidents and conflagrations had been happening for years, but the corporations were always able to pay off the media to either not report them or chalk them up to one-off accidents or product abuse.
Now when a rickety old plasma-powered research base sited on the moon explodes with enough force to blast a huge chunk out of the planet, and said blasted off chunks end up falling to earth as a rather nasty meteor shower, and said nasty meteor shower ends up wiping out two thirds of the population of China and fucking up the weather planetwide for the best part of three decades, you can't really cover it up or pay it off. You have to pay the price - or at least someone does. Unfortunatley, it turns out NanoTrasen is very good at passing the buck.
Sure, they paid an utter fortune in legal expenses, reparations, having to cover investigations and attempts to shut them down, but the money was just too good and the pie was just too sweet for the world governments to keep their fingers out of it, even if millions of lives were lost and several million more ruined or affected. Plasma mining, refining and use was restricted immensley pending research into the volatility and usefulness of Plasma as a fuel source. Research grants came up for grabs to corporations, and guess who got the rights because they had twenty stations in orbit around viable Plasma sources...
Naturally, this pissed a lot of people off. Millions of people die in a world-scale disaster and NanoTrasen still functions more or less unhindered? Old corporations who had their holdings destroyed and employees killed on the sly and no-one does anything because of NanoTrasen's rock solid alabi? Lucractive research grants come up and no other corporations even get a look in? This is without even delving into the dubious hiring and HR policies which continue to this day, as evidenced by the roving pack of thugs i'm expected to keep in line.
So back on Earth, people think back to Lenin and Marx and think it sounds like it could be worth a try if it means millions of people don't end up with a bunch of rocks falling on them from space. Some countries embraced it, others rejected and suppressed it. It turned into some kind of new Cold War, which has been hitting NanoTrasen paticularly hard as evidenced by the "purging" of SS08 of the supposed crew uprising by their hired commando squads. Sure, NanoTrasen think they're smart and have covered it up, but the evidence is there if you know where to look.
Meanwhile after the massive station restructuring from mining to research and then the massive budget cuts, NanoTrasen has to "relax their hiring opportunities to allow for greater diversity in the workplace", which basically translates to hire whichever shady pricks you can to make it look like you're doing somewhile while you drink away the research grant before embezzling the lot and vanishing into the night. As a result, we have the glorious state of affairs wherein toolboxes get used more for stoving in the heads of people who looked at you funny than for actually fixing anything.
So I guess this brings us up to the present day. I'm working for a pack of greedy monsters who don't give a damn their shit has killed off an insane amount of people. The crazy thing it's like the world doesn't even care other than the people who are out to kill me - we've had the Marxists in here preaching all kinds of nutty shit and trying to off me before. It wasn't pretty; i'd like to say I don't work in a job where stoving someone's head in with an extinguisher while he begs for his life is mandatory, but i'd be a dirty liar.
Now I have to think back to all the crazy shit that's happened while i've been Captain here. I suppose I can't finish this log entry without mentioning the "Syndicate". It's a no-brainer that if you piss off as many people as NanoTrasen has, you'll make some very nasty enemies who are just as bad, if not worse than yourself.
The Syndicate's top men are mostly ex-CEOs of businesses which NanoTrasen forcibly put out of business by destroying their holdings and killing their employees, then making it look like they did nothing at all so they get away scot free. The Syndicate's leaders are smart - some are in it to avenge family, others on principle, others to recoup lost profits. The one thing they have in common is that all of them are out for cold, hard revenge and they don't mind sinking to NanoTrasen's level to get it done.
The foot soldiers and mooks who do the work are another story, though. There's all sorts of them - escaped convicts, ex-NanoTrasen employees, anarchists, marxists, crazies, basically more mixed nuts than a squirrel with the shits. We've been attacked by them before several times, all of the stations have - the results tend to vary. Sometimes they send a pack of batshit bonkers madmen who wouldn't look out of place standing next to fucking Genghis Khan, other times when they actually want shit done they send the really evil sneaky bastards. What I want to know is where the fuck do they keep getting nuclear bombs from?! I suspect there's some government involvement somewhere down the line, but i'd rather live than look into that.
Then there's the fucking Space Wizard Federation. I don't know anything about those guys other than they are scary as hell, running around the station blasting people into chunks and hurling balls of fire out of fucking nowhere. I'd heard something about some weird hi-tech cult but these guys are practically luddites, spewing thees and thous and using all sorts of weird archaic references to shit and wearing burlap robes and fake beards. Either someone found a way to inflict their insanity upon reality itself, or these guys have some insane technology we don't know about.
Frankly though i'd rather put a very large distance between me and anyone who looks like a decripit methed up hobo and can tear my entire body apart in an instant by poking me in the balls hard enough.
The really scary stuff comes from threats that aren't (at least debatably) human, though. From the small amount of research done on plasma when corporate wasn't embezzling the grant funds to drink themselves into even more of a stupor than usual, we've found that there's shit LIVING in that giant orange space fart we're orbiting. We've found life before, nothing intelligent though. Animals at the most, but usually stuff similar to just microbes and bacteria even if they're still completley alien to us. It turns out that certain types of amoeba floating around in the gas we harvest really, REALLY like earth DNA... so much that if exposed to it, even just dead skin and shit, it ends up mutating into a huge green pile of acidic blamanche that eats more than the Head of Security and makes nearly as much of a mess.
Then there's "The Gibbis". Good fucking god, the Gibbis. Who or whatever created this hideous universe has got to be mocking us for sure - if I wanted my body to spontaneously melt into a pile of diseased chunks i'd drink the fucking beer in the bar. It makes the Devo Virus look tame, the Devolutionary whatever the fuck it was called. We just call it the Devo Virus for short and it doesn't make you grow a silly hat and make strange music. It turns out this virus decides to snip or add a few chromosomes here and there and bam, you devolve back into a chimpanzee. The chimps of course tend to be significantly more productive than the crew I have now and nowhere near as hairy.
If I had to pick out the single greatest threat to the station though, i'd have to say it's the fucking crew, hands down. That includes the crotchety fucking IBM piece of shit we're supposed to call an AI, which essentially amounts to being a glorified doorknob with none of the charm. Of course, if there happens to be an ion storm, or the replacement parts were faulty, or some fuckwit thinks he's so goddamn funny telling it to act like an owl, then it goes on a homicidal rampage and offs half the crew. I wouldn't normally complain about something like that, but the replacements are always worse.
Speaking of which, due to NanoTrasen's lovely equal rights movement, we probably haven't had an intelligent crewmember in months. Sure, we have scientists, engineers, security and all sorts of professionally trained staff, but the problem is they were trained by the same corporation that was so monumentally stupid it destroyed half of fucking Asia! The Plasma Scientists always end up huffing it or burning their lab down, the geneticists probably learned everything they know from the discovery channel and the Chemists just sit making space meth all day. The Engineers couldn't light a fucking fart if they tried, and Security.. oh good grief, Security.
Why this station has a job opening for judges and lawyers I don't know when the closest thing i've seen to a trial was a security guard stomping someone's teeth out while shouting "IT WAS YOU WHAT DID IT". I dread the fact that they entrust these people with batons and flashbangs when you could probably give them a deflated balloon and they'd find a way to beat someone to death with it.
I don't even know why i'm writing this in my fucking logbook. I sure as hell don't need the history lesson for myself. Sure, I could upload it with all the evidence and dirt i've found over the years, but what's the point? Who would give a shit other than corporate making me suddenly disappear? I suppose I could send and upload it to the network and let people make their own judgements, maybe at least try to stir some shit. After all, i'm the one sitting out here in deep space, cruising along leisurely in an empty escape shuttle.
Who's going to touch me?
I don't care what they called me back on the station - i'm not a traitor. I'm a man of principles and standards. Principles which don't kill people horribly and which also incidentally get me quite far, as evidenced by my handy electromagnetic card. I'd say i'm the better man here; I may be a thief and a liar, but at least i'm not a murderer.
If you are reading this log, maybe you've started to doubt NanoTrasen. That's good.
I urge you to look for the evidence that's out there. They deny, they cover up, they make people disappear but they can't keep it all covered up forever. Start thinking for yourself and using your brain, it's exactly what NanoTrasen doesn't want because then you'll see the cracks and flaws in their big scheme, and once enough people start to ask the hard questions they'll crack and crumble. They'll fall like they deserve to.
And then none of us will have to instinctively fear people in grey carrying around large heavy objects again.
Ex-Captain [NAME DELETED] of SS13, signing off.
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