Space Station 13 Review | AHELP: Clown Grief Pls Ban He™


Hey hey, people! Sseth here! Today, I’ll be covering a very niche, very infamous, and very AUTISTIC game, that everyone’s asked me to cover since day one. A game where you, and many other real, living people with questionable social intelligence, roleplay together on the worst space station in the universe. Where aliens, shape-shifters and
traitors working for rival corporations are the least of your concern. Where the greatest threat to your existence are your OWN crew members. Hungry? Come to the station canteen, where the food is DEFINITELY poisoned. Injured? Head on down to Medical, where half the medication has been relabeled as “Happy Pills” Discouraged? You can try taking a pain killer instead. But it wasn’t a pain killer… …it was LSD. Having a bad trip? Don’t worry, there’s a Security officer nearby to help! But he can’t respond. Because he was murdered and replaced by a genetically modified monkey wearing his uniform. Hallucinating? Keep calm and focus on what’s real. Unfortunately for you, the super-massive black hole expanding towards you is NOT a hallucination. It is, in fact, VERY real. [V.O.: The emergency shuttle has been called] Welcome… to Space Station 13! Space Station 13 has a very simple premise: Everyone has a job.
Your objective: Do your best to delay the station’s inevitable destruction. Either at the hands of antagonists, or at the hands of your own incompetent crew. Normally, I’d give a final score
for a game at the end of a video. Not this time. Space Station 13: 10 out of 10. Amazing! Spectacular! DON’T PLAY IT! If I’m being perfectly honest with you,
Space Station 13 is a fantastic game, but I genuinely don’t recommend you play it. Why? Because the engine it’s running on is probably older than you. Because the interface is a convoluted mess, and only usable because me, and every other autistic chimpanzee who plays this game, has committed the hotkeys to muscle memory. Because of the insane time investment and commitment required for you to learn a single role. And because, to be perfectly honest,
the servers can’t handle all of you. At best, we can handle, like, 30 extra players
before you grind the servers to a halt. For all these reasons, Space Station 13 always was, and always will be, a niche title. And maybe, that’s for the best. But, I can offer you something else. I’ve already killed your hopes and dreams
of playing the game. So instead, let me share some stories of
my wonderful experience with Space Station 13. These stories span several years,
and several different servers; the names of which will forever stay anonymous. Because, I respect their privacy. And, because I’ve received threats from some of the more “colorful” servers to not mention them by name… …or else. What’s gonna to happen if I don’t comply? Are they gonna… hire a Bitcoin assassin to
run me over with his mobility scooter? Is he gonna… stab me with his insulin pen? I… don’t know. But between you and me: I hate having cum delivered to my mailbox, and would prefer to keep it that way. Anyway, I remember the first time playing
Space Station VERY vividly. My friends told me to download it,
and hop on some shitty server. It had furries and erotic roleplay. More on that… later. I entered the round as an assistant.
My job: to give assistance… and to get my hands burned off trying to
hack into places I don’t have access to. As I’m screwing around with airlock wires, my friend comes running down the hallway, dragging someone’s unconscious body. Frantically, he tells me
“Sseth! Quick! Can you open this door?” Sensing the urgency in his voice, I do. He throws the body inside and sprints away. The airlock closes. 3 seconds later, something explodes. “What the fuck was that?” I ask. “Oh yeah, I fed him potassium and water pills. It takes a while to metabolize”. My friend had just murdered a man in cold blood, by turning his body into a living, ticking,
potassium bomb. As soon as the man’s digestive juices cracked through the potassium tablet, it reacted violently with the water in his stomach and exploded, killing him from inside out. After such a horrific display of homicide, I realized “Hey… this game’s pretty good!” Fast forward a few weeks, and I’m learning roles, calling shots and ignoring every single rule of the server. I also ignored every single rule of medicine. I was a surgeon; top of my class, destined to go where no licensed professional ever has. Also, my friend’s girlfriend started playing with us. To put it bluntly, she wasn’t very good. But she WAS very interested in progressing
the medical field in any way possible. Cargo had just delivered us some complementary pizza, as thanks for patching up their boys
after they got a little too intimate with the Xenomorphs on Mining Station. Brilliance flashed before my eyes; my pupils widened. I started physically sweating. Because, she said the words I’ve always dreamt of hearing: “Please…” “turn me into a pizza” And so, I got to work! Nurse! Get me my scalpel, tweezers, protractor, bone gel and the rest of the unfinished pizza. One horrified clown watched in the operating theater as I cleanly hacked off and cauterized
her hands and feet. I opened the pizza box and began attaching her
new, cheesy limbs. “Help! Sec to surgery!”
the clown blurted out. “He’s turning her into a Papa John’s” The head of medical stormed in with a host of
security officers to detain me but they were too late. Her hands and feet had already been replaced. Surprisingly, she could walk just fine on a pair of
pizza feet But her lack of opposable pizza thumbs meant that
she couldn’t really hold anything, let alone pick them up in the first place. However, her pizza hands did make for a convenient and portable source of nutrition. Despite her numerous protests that she consented to the surgery, The head of medical demoted me on the spot and banned me from ever practicing medicine, claiming that “You can’t consent to being a pizza” I was thrown in jail for the rest of the round. Clearly, there was no appreciation for the arts on this station. So, many rounds later, me and my friends
found a new purpose: Cleaning up the server, one erotic furry roleplay at a time Using telecommunications and metacommunications, I expertly pinpointed areas of high homosexual intent. Namely, the dorm rooms and the showers. As two Khajiit-looking cat-men meet privately with one another, they will, inevitably, start writing words such as: “Ooo~ M’aiq has a barbed, prickly surprise for you, my friend~” and “Mmm~ yes… knot me with your thick, Tajaran trunk”. This is COMPLETELY unacceptable. Once an act of high homosexual intent is in motion, several of our men would mobilize. As they groan, moan
and spit out hairballs on each other, a security officer would barge in,
flashbang the feline fornicators, and tag-team baton them into submission, before another officer handcuffs them to the bed. On the other side of the contaminated dorm room, our team’s atmospheric technician sets
explosive C4 charges against the station glass. Quickly, we evacuate the biohazard exclusion zone and seal the airlocks. Homeo and Juliet barely have enough time to recover from the flashbang, before the charges detonate, depressurizing the room and sucking their bodies out into the black vacuum of space. Another job well done. Many explosive decompressions later, erotic roleplay was considered a real occupational hazard. The Tajaran cat-boys got creative… started doing “group sessions” instead. But these were quickly crushed by my friend playing
the best roboticist I’ve ever seen in my life. The airlock doors to their sodomy chamber
were welded shut to prevent interruptions. So, he drilled right through them with a
gigantic combat mech The air inside was heavy with a sickly sweet smell of wet furballs and toxoplasmosis. The furries didn’t even have time to react,
before he starts unloading shell after shell of flashbang grenades. And thus, we all got banned.
We paid the price. But to see half the server get flashbanged unconscious for 10 minutes straight: Priceless! The server… didn’t last long anyway. The admin’s mom shut it down as soon as she saw
the electricity bill. So, me and my friends went on to enrich other servers. I even got good at being a chemist. In other words, I always stole the syringe gun
at the start of the round and filled it with lethal doses of chloral hydrate. For my own protection, of course. I also gave whatever chemical anyone requested, which gives me some moral ambiguity
and 2 degrees of separation from any pranks or murders that took place as a result of said chemicals. If a clown asks for space lube,
he’s gonna get space lube. One time, a clown managed to lube the entire hallway outside of medical, all the way to Departures. Now, Departures is usually the place where the escape shuttle docks to get us out of our quickly burning heap of a station. However, if there’s no call for a shuttle,
Departures is completely empty… …besides the airlock, which the clown had hacked open. Several people came running through medical, slipped on the space lube, and accelerated themselves face first into the infinite vacuum of space. Security figured out it was the clown.
And in true security fashion… …also slipped on the space lube. With most of the crew floating around dead in space,
the station had to be evacuated. He was later banned from playing clown ever again. Several rounds later, I finally spawned as a traitor. [V.O.]: Mission
specifications decrypted Welcome to the
Syndicate And I had… no idea what I was doing. But I wanted my first time to be special. Conveniently, an assistant comes in, bleeding all over because he was probably trying break into the armory
without insulated gloves. His character sprite had maximum melanin and an afro. His roleplay friendly name was… “Muh Dick”. An idiot, but a useful idiot. There were no medical staff on hand except me. So I said
“Hey, I know a little bit of surgery. Lemme fix you up”. I put him under general anesthetic
and took out my Syndicate PDA. With this, I can discreetly teleport a few traitor items
into my inventory to help me achieve my objective. Which, in this case, was murdering the Head of Security. I ordered two sets of voice-activated explosives, which trigger upon hearing the recorded code phrase. I set this to the word most likely to be spoken by this mentally retarded human being. Can you guess… what that is? I surgically opened his ass and inserted the first of the explosives. Then, I lodged the second one neatly inside
his chest cavity. Closing them up, I took off the anesthetic
and began to put my plan in action. I would arm this simple-minded moron with illegal weaponry with the hopes that security would detain him on possession charges. I gave him all the LSD, all the chloral hydrate syringes, and an entire spray bottle of space lube. I had expertly equipped him to be the
ultimate griefing machine. Proud of my work, I gave him a hug
and set him loose on the world. But just before he left medical he turned around and said, “THANKS NIGGE-” [𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕄] And we both exploded. My other times playing antagonist went…
about just as well. Once, I started as the leader of a cult Our objective was to seize control of the station, and sacrifice our mortal bodies to summon a
physical manifestation of our Dͭ͌͏̞̻̻̗͓̘̣̣ạ̵̙̻͚͉̜̣̖̓͊̓̑̄ͨ͂̓ͧ͟ṙ͐͗҉̡̮̭̫͉̞̹͇̘ͅk̼̫̮͙̖ͤͭ͊̂͒̽͟͜ ̧̣͈ͬ̒ͧͅG͔̝̩̣̹̾̅̀̓ͦ̓͡ò̺͉̭̬̆̀̅̊̾ḋ͓͈͕͊̓ͧ̽́̋͑̅. However, I wasn’t very good at it. And neither were my servants. We found a nice, quiet and, most importantly, abandoned bar, near the north end of the station, which we began redecorating with our own blood. You see, cultists need to learn a set of ancient words that’s randomly generated every round. If you arrange them in the right order,
you can perform different spells, and rituals to advance your goals. We… didn’t get far. Because the most dangerous thing to
an incompetent cult is a single crew member doing their job. The fuckin’ janitor found us. We tried to negotiate,
convince him that it’s actually crayon and not blood, all over the floor. But that didn’t work.
So we tried to murder him instead. That… didn’t work either. He used his mop to slip us with soapy water, and ran off to call security. As you can see, I’m not very proficient at being a traitor. More often, I find myself being abused by traitors. Some of the worst offenders in this regard,
are definitely wizards; since wizards have a bad tendency to
sexually abuse me as well. Not too long ago, me and my friends played a round
that was already in progress. As soon as we entered, we realized
something… was very wrong. An announcement played on the radio: “ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕤 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥” “All crew members must report to Doc. Johnson for their mandatory penis inspection”. Doc. Johnson was, very clearly, a wizard. I knew what was coming. And yet, I resigned myself to fate, and went to medical reception. Doc. Johnson was overjoyed to have new patients. He lead to a private room,
asked me if I’m circumcised, and told me that I passed the inspection with flying colors. “What a surprise?”
I thought “He’s not actually gonna grief me”. But… I was wrong. As I turned away to leave, he… blew off my ass… …magically. Hey, it’s wizardry. I ain’t gotta explain shit. Anyway, Doc. Johnson is a terrible doctor. He left me bleeding on the floor,
as he took my ass cheeks and… …used them as a hat. Highly unprofessional.
Would not recommend. A round of Space Station 13 can be very intense, and other times, it can be very slow-paced
and almost relaxing. If you’re not a traitor and you don’t have
anything urgent to handle, you can always just roleplay, and get comfy in a bar. while the piano plays anime songs, and the jukebox plays whatever [S C O T L A N D F O R E V E R]
deep-fried ASMR bullshit people keep putting on. It’s a very wholesome experience, and it helps you get emotionally invested
with the other members of your crew; which are often nice people. However, Security is often staffed by
egotistical megalomaniacs; acting out their most depraved power fantasies. They are often… not nice people. As a result of their inherent propensity
to be insane sociopaths, the rest of the crew will often rebel
against their tyranny. In one such case, Cargo had declared independence. Security refused to recognize the
Independent Station State of Cargonia. So they tried to barge their way in and
arrest everyone involved, including me! But Security was unprepared
for the trap we had in store. One officer rushed into cargo bay and slipped on a banana peel, straight into the conveyor belt waiting for him. He tried repeatedly to get back up, only to be tripped again by an
ocean of banana peels on the conveyor belt, which looped around in a circle.
Surrounding that circle was another circle,
composed entirely of vending machines. The officer was also being brutally assaulted by several hundred cans of soda. The vending machines were hacked
and, as a result, they would continuously fire drinks
at whoever is in the area. Each officer that slipped into the banana belt, got smashed unconscious by a relentless stream
of Discount Dan Soda trademark All rights reserved. After extensive head trauma
by our soda turrets, Security reluctantly accepted Cargonia’s independence and their right to bear arms. If there is one department that has
more revolutions than Cargo, it would have to be Science! And it’s easy to understand why. We spend our lives researching away,
for the good of the station which does, of course, carry its own share of
risks and hazards. Sometimes, accidents happen. Sooner or later, some bored and
mentally challenged assistant will try and put a Bag of Holding
into another Bag of Holding. And Security can’t always comprehend that we’re not directly responsible for the
resulting black hole eating through the kitchen. This lack of appreciation for the scientific profession usually ends with arrest warrants
for the whole department, which is usually answered back with the words “I’d like to see you try”. But when we’re not having a
nuclear arms race with Security, R&D is actually quite a chill department. I also made a great discovery last time I played there. Me and another scientist were
messing around with blueprints and eventually made ourselves a pneumatic cannon. Normally, these are used to launch
whatever items you have inside. What we didn’t know was that it could also launch food as well. I loaded a lasagna,
aimed for the mouth and fired it at my fellow researcher. The lasagna disappeared! “What the hell?!
That’s amazing!” he said. We’d just realized what happened. I had just managed to remotely force feed
my fellow man. But what do we do with this forbidden knowledge? Nothing good, that’s for sure. My comrade got to work asking chemistry
for hallucinogenic drugs. They said no. So, we built our own chemistry dispensers, filled up the beakers with “Happy Juice” and ran straight to the kitchen. We injected all the donuts and hot pockets we could find
with as much LSD and mind-breaker toxins as they could hold. Then, we loaded them into our food delivery system and started firing off at everyone at the hallways. The food was instantly delivered; the crew was instantly satisfied. Several people, including Security officers, managed to see the two small lines of text indicating that they’ve just been fed something They thought it was extremely clever and said
they didn’t know the pneumatic cannon could do that. Since it was just a bit of harmless fun,
we got off scot-free. Minutes later, the hallucinations started. Crew members started screaming on the radio. Some were puking, shaking or convulsing on the ground. Medical couldn’t keep up with the bodies. They piled on too quick. And most of the doctors were too busy fighting off non-existent entities to do anything about it. The chemist, who originally refused to give us LSD, was arrested by Security, on suspicion of intentional food poisoning. It was complete pandemonium! And I think it illustrates perfectly the chaos that is
Space Station 13. ♪ – insert swanky ramba music – ♪ 𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕄 That’s all I have for you today, folks.
There is, of course, more stories to tell but we’d… literally be here for hours Space Station 13: Space Station 13: a marvelous, unique and incredibly shitty game. 10 out of 10! DON’T PLAY IT! Because if you do, they’re gonna blame it on me! And I hate having cum in my mailbox! As always, more content to come.
So stay tuned! On other news, I started a SubscribeStar account. So if you’d like to invest,
and don’t want to give your money to Patreon, now you can! A warm thanks to the many members of
The Merchant’s Guild™®; generously funding and bankrolling these videos. You’re all truly “wonderful”! Have a good one. [Space Asshole – Chris Remo] ♪ In 2125… ♪ ♪ I was on a mining colony… ♪ ♪ on Mars! ♪ ♪ Just a quiet… ♪ ♪ backwater facility… ♪ ♪ among the stars! ♪ ♪ And then one day ♪ ♪ I was minding my own business ♪ ♪ I was mining my own ore ♪ ♪ And there he waaaaAAAAS ♪ ♪ Space Asshole! ♪ ♪ In a truck, flying off the ridge ♪ ♪ Space Asshole! ♪ ♪ Smashing through a bridge ♪ ♪ And as he landed, out came his hammer ♪ ♪ Smashed my boss right in the ♪ ♪ faaaaaaaaaaaaace! ♪ ♪ Space Asshole! ♪ ♪ Planting charges left and right ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ All he does is annihilate and fight ♪ ♪ I didn’t… sign up for this. ♪ ♪ I just wanted to get away… ♪ ♪ Somewhere remote ♪ ♪ Just a place where I can earn myself… ♪ ♪ a day’s pay… ♪ ♪ without being smote ♪ ♪ But every time I think it’s safe… ♪ ♪ Every time I think it’s calm… ♪ ♪ I’m wroooooooong ♪ ♪ Space Asshole! ♪ ♪ Hammer swinging, buildings falling down ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ Laying waste to this entire town ♪ ♪ Now all the rest are dead… ♪ ♪ Space Asshole has prevailed ♪ ♪ Only I am left alive to tell the tale of… ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ Comes out of nowhere to destroy! ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ Wanting carnage is all he can enjoy ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ In a truck, flying off the ridge ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ Smashing through a bridge ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ Space Asshole ♪ ♪ He’s the Space Asshole ♪

97 thoughts on “Space Station 13 Review | AHELP: Clown Grief Pls Ban He™”

  1. 9:18 Starts the best planned assasination attempt in history of mankind. I think not even Agent 47 would not be able to come up with this plan. Too bad that plan worked….too well. Thats what you get when dealing with mentaly retarded people.

  2. The second name that's spelled in Hebrew from amongst the guild members is displayed backwards. Common issue with languege written from right to left on an English doc… But is also solvable… So is it left so intentionally or u dgaf?

  3. The only thing I hate about this video is how under appreciated sseths strategy’s are. He was playing a game of 4D chess with Muh Dick

  4. During the time of this round, I was a pretty good engineer, but only tried being an antag once before.

    >I was an engineer who was a blood brother with a miner.
    >We wanted to join the Syndicate
    >In order for us to join we need to pass a "rite of passage". We needed to steal some plasma and the RD's special reflective armor, as well as asssasinate another fellow engie.
    >I helped with the SM engine, then told the CE I was just going to mess around, he said ok.
    >I made a base inside Electrical Maintenance
    >Basically made everysingle console I could inside, then made the airlock be bolted after a secret phrase.
    >My Blood Brother was impressed, and decided to stay there since there were other miners doing their job.
    >He was distracting the Station security force by remotely tampering with the Area Power Controllers (APC)
    >I decided to get the plasma first, was pretty easy due to the lack of AI.
    >After that I got the Fire Axe from atmospherics because the RD's door was 'broken'.
    >I broke in and busted the secure locker open, finding the armor.
    >At some point in time the target killed himself with the SM, dissintegrating himself.
    >"Meh, ok"
    >Went back to base, didn't see my brother, but just thought he was mining.
    >Suddenly the airlock opens and the CE walks inside.
    >Was panicking and tried to act calm.
    >"Yo"
    >Got punched
    >Kills me.
    >The CE apologizes to me.
    >Very confused.
    > Throws my body in the incinerator.
    >Doesn't tell sec about my base.
    >My BB doesn't notice the small patch of blood inside, along with some engie clothing.
    >Round ends with redtext because my BB didn't see my dufflebag, which had the plasma and armor.
    >THE CE WAS TASKED WITH KILLING ME, HE WAS WORKING FOR THE SYNDIES, WHICH I WAS TRYING TO JOIN.

  5. 채널 주인장께 드리는 말씀

    한글 자막 싹 다 올리시오
    안 그라믄 한국발 조회수는 싹 죽소

  6. My first game:
    Just fucking around not knowing what to do.
    Some dude comes up to me.
    Teaches me chemistry.
    We try to make meth and blow up the hallway with some other chemicals.
    Someone placed a bunch of thermite where I put the meth in the oven.
    Forgot the meth.
    It explodes destroying 50% of the ship.
    Next round:
    Go fuck about and then find the captains key card.
    The fucking CAPTAIN'S keycard.
    Go to the captains quarters and steal what I think is the best armor in the game.
    Find a box of bodybags.
    Decide to put an unconscious person in the body bag and attempt to throw him outta the airlock.
    Head of security walks in on the wonderful scene.
    Arrests me.
    Finds armor.
    "How the actual fuck did you get this"
    Only 2 games in and I'm liking it.

  7. wonder if a mad lad can make a 3d version of this in unreal engine. I'd gladly pay 20$ for something like this on an engine that's not 21 years old.

  8. Really could use some more of this. If you have that many more stories to tell why not make it into a series? Space Autismus adventures ahoy!

  9. First video I've ever seen of yours, You've got me hooked. This was the funniest shit I've seen in a while. Thank you for your content!

  10. >Byond

    Holy Hell I remember Playing Dragon Ball Z Heroes United via this thing back when i was a kid. Don't tell me this engine is still around.

  11. 2:52 'But between you and me, I hate having cum sent to my mailbox, and would prefer to keep it that way.'

    Ummm, what? Are you hitting on me?

  12. 1:30 The emergency shuttle has been called. It will arrive in 10 minutes. Justification: "I stubbed my toe, ow, fuck, call it"

  13. can we serious hear more of the stories in a separate vid? seriously ss13 stories are the best stories

  14. I can believe I caught that subtle dose of Zamilska – Ruin during the conveyor belt scene. That was absolutely perfect!

  15. I am here to ask for a belated video of SS13 stories. We'll start the bidding at 3 hours.

    Alternatively, I will find your mail box.

  16. First Time Playing: Played as a Virologist (sounded cool), kept smashing things together to make a drink or food do something, made a virus that would cause people to walk very slowly and fall asleep. Thought it was dumb and shot it through what I thought was the trash, but ended up being sent to somewhere in the Space Station, probably the mess hall. 10 minutes pass and I keep hearing over the chat what the hell is going on and why everyone is going so slow. Took me a little bit to connect the dots and locked myself in the lab for that extra bit of time. After they broke in, I made a run for it since I wasn't infected yet, but apparently the virus spread so bad that it only took like five steps until I was getting slowed down. I was beaten to death for incompetence.

  17. I think Fans didn't care that you said to not play the game. you added 1600 players. And the SS13 community has mixed opinions.

  18. the best servers are the ones where rp is strictly enforced and there's no degenerate stuff like furries- they also tend to have the best features and maps because they are generally the only ones with byondwizards on them

  19. Played SS13 a while back and never saw this. I was dead laughing for most of the video. It's too bad it's pretty obvious half of the stories are staged or made up.

  20. If you pause at 14:00 the “fuck up” on the ground looks awfully similar to the “fuck you” that can be found in fallout new Vegas and fallout 3 anyone else see it?

  21. One day I hope they remake this game on a better engine, but deep in my heart I know it'd lose most of the things that make it unique.

  22. 13:22 If you would like to hear more, I have recreated this Deepfried ASMR bull$#!% here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SohVKwFqdu4

  23. 1:50 Yah… I've seen the gameplay and interface for this game… It's pretty bad. Even installing the game is a confusing mess. Oh, also cuz, "server rules" ………… Yuck…….
    Server rules in a nutshell:
    1. Don't be a jerk (So really no point in reading them cuz it's obvious)
    2. If you see an admin, bend over, lower your head, kiss his feet, and tell him how great he is or you'll be banned.
    Basically the server rules to almost all multiplayer games with server rules.
    9:07 See, this is why server rules are cancer. That clown was probably a traitor and he was doing a DARN GOOD JOB of killing the enemies.
    "NO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO IT IN A CERTAIN WAY!" I hear the babies cry… No, he got creative and killed you all and you're butthurt about it… I wouldn't have kicked that guy…

    I would have wanted to FACE HIM. An adversay THIS creative? Time to get to it boys… We've got a Joker on this ship…
    Call in the cleaning crew to mop up this lube, move up 1 row at a time, do NOT move up too fast or you'll slip and die. I want armed guards next to our janitors in case the clown shows up and tries to stop them.
    Also, I'm not sure if this is how this works but, I want stun guns on our guards too. If one of our janitors slips, I want someone to try to stun them. Maybe the stun overrides the lube and we can save the guy.
    I'll be taking half the guards and half the janitors for this operation.
    The rest of you, carry on with your duties and deny access to this hallway, I will contact you when the clean up is finished.
    Should I die, command goes to the chief of security, who will be helping with the clean up.
    Alright team, BREAK! We can contain this!

    See, doesn't that sound like fun?
    Instead the Admin went, "WAAAAAAH YOU CAN'T DO THAT! STOP! GET BANNED!" Look at all that. I haven't even PLAYED this game and my mind is swimming with possibilities.

  24. After your review i actually spend a few hours trying to get into understanding this game, i still can't figure out much of this stuff like what to do, how to orient on the maps and controls, damn, that game controls like an ass.

  25. Jesus fuck. That cargo loop is absolute genius. It's the most diabolical thing I've seen in the game, and I played it 6 hours a day for several years before I realised I had a problem and stopped

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