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Offline jr2

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Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
EDIT: You don't have to keep the same person for your log.  You can be one of the doctors, one of the techs, maintenance, administration, etc., etc.  I just put in the name of the character I posted as.  You can post as him or someone else.

Log dates are YYYYMMDD.HHMM

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EDIT2: FYI, What I'm trying to start here is the sort of deal where everyone tells part of a story, making it up as they go around the circle.  Canon is decided by people who post before you.  However, keep in mind that canon may be interpreted differently than you would think.  That's fine.  However, I don't think that the Cardassians will quite fit in this one, Legate.  Sorry.  It's because you are basically trying to graft in an entire universe of canon... now I did allude to the Descent universe with PTMC there, but note, I didn't make it central to the plot.  See?  It would be like someone posting a personal log stating that they were Jedi Obi-Wan from Star Wars teleported through an alternate dimension.  Or me posting this log in the Let's Play X-COM threads.  Cardassian stuff is fine, but I think it's going to need its own thread.  :nod:  Actually, that would be rather entertaining if you wanted to post your Legate Damar personal logs separately.  I don't know about anyone else, but I would read it from time to time.





Jared Kelsey personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT. Test subjects are reacting strangely to the new experimental treatment for the Phage. They come from some odd company... PTMC? I don't know what a mining company has to do with nano/biological treatment, but if they can help treat the poor cyborgs, I guess more power to them. It's a shame, really. The implants were helping treat all manner of diseases until this -- virus? parasite? I don't know what it is - appeared that seems to target the nanite implants. Sort of like a biologically spread computer virus thing... I don't know exactly how it works. I just help with patients.

It's creepy, though... I hear strange noises from the containment center. I'm not the only one, but when we review the tapes, nothing is recorded. Well, when the tapes aren't blank, that is.That and cryptic messages keep showing up in the computer system. Something about activation codes. Whenever you try to respond, they disappear. One of the patients was caught trying to use the terminal when one of the activation messages was on screen. I don't know, it's very peculiar.

I'm just glad I'm getting off this station. Well, once the shuttle gets here. Another five hours and I'm outta here. Shoot. There's a ruckus in the containment room. Gotta go see what's going on, usually when the patients aren't reacting well we sedate them and they wake up remembering nothing and acting ... well, sort of normal. What the-- Dang it!

Now the facility is in lockdown again, one of them must've gotten out of containment. I hope they catch him/her soon before they hurt themselves or break something important. No one can go anywhere until containment is restored. Ugh. Well, I guess I'll sign off for now. The lights keep dimming, so who knows if we'll have power except for emergency systems in a few minutes. You'd think a multi-billion dollar orbiting medical station would have better backup power systems. Heck, even primary power systems shouldn't flake out on a regular basis.

Anyways. Out for now.
« Last Edit: July 04, 2012, 01:42:34 am by jr2 »

 

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Re: Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)


Legate Damar's personal log, Stardate 48498.9.

All is going according to plan. Having set up a temporal transciever, I have made contact and registered an account on the Terran "website" designated Hard Light Productions. Via the use of the primitive space combat simulator Freespace Open, I am preparing to deploy the package.

The foolish Terrans think I am creating a simulated military campaign, when in reality it is serving as a front for a virus with a subtle memetic effect which shall brainwash their minds, eventually preventing them from forming the United Federation of Planets, and allowing for easy conquest by the Cardassian Union.

Further updates will be made as progress warrants.





(Thought it would be appropriate in this thread at least)

 
Re: Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
Andreas Oster personal log, 20310703.0726 GMT
Friggin' toaster's on the fritz again. I said medium toast! Medium! But nooooooooooooooo, toast is too complicated. I tried to submit a bug report through the net, but the toaster debug log didn't register any actual problems. I called a tech, hopefully he'll be able to figure it out, or at least why it doesn't even think there's a problem.
Ooooh, coffee's done.

UPDATE: 20310703.0730 GMT
**** coffee maker. Guess I'll visit sick bay too. I didn't need this today.

 

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Re: Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
Captains log stardate 20310703.740 GMT
I'm proud of myself today.

Update 20310703.746 GMT
Toilet's clogged. Proceeding to leave restroom.
Every pilot's goal is to rise up in the ranks and go beyond their purpose to a place of command on a very big ship. Like the colossus; to baseball bat everyone.

SMBFD

I won't use google for you.

An0n sucks my Jesus ring.

 

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Re: Personal log, 20310703.0814 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
Personal Log, Stardate 20310703.0814 GMT
Dang oligarchs are at it again.  It's not enough for them to kill millions through their wars and banking systems.  Now they have allied with these evil aliens that call themselves the "Cardassian Union", and have stated infecting people with their dangerous trans-humanitarian programs.

No doubt the PTMC will take the blame for what happens.  This is by design, as it draws attention away from the criminal conspiracy to reduce humanity to a bunch of mindless reptilian robots.  I tried telling people what is about to happen, but they don't believe me.  Maybe they are already infected, and it is too late.

I am going to grab a micro shotgun from the armory, and carry that around at all times as a sidearm.  Unlike those newfangled blasters, it does not require a power supply or fancy computers that could be infected by the nanovirus, and the nature of a shotgun is such that it will fire regardless of whatever extreme temperatures are causing the barrel to expand or contract.  Blasters pack more punch, but I would rather have a weapon that actually works.

And whomever listens to this?  Don't believe those myths that old-style firearms won't fire in a vacuum.  Gunpowder contains oxygen, especially the gunpowder blends that are specifically meant to be used in space.  Just ask any pirate or freighter captain whom has actually used one.


Personal Log, Stardate 20310703.0837 GMT
The door to the armory got stuck, trapping me within.  I am going to have to use a very tiny amount of the armory's nano-thermite to blow it open, and hope I don't blow myself the whole station up in the process.  Seriously.  The blasts this stuff is capable of producing is absolutely nuts - whoever invented this thing must of been criminally insane had a death wish.


Personal Log, Stardate Stardate 20310703.0855 GMT
I got out in one piece, thankfully.  Drew a lot of attention to myself in the process, though.  I think I will hide in my room for a while...
« Last Edit: July 05, 2012, 06:12:40 am by Alex Heartnet »

 

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Re: Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
satans log: meh, why bother with counting time when you are immortal.


today was a boring day in hell, 3 black guys sold their souls for blues fame, and some white dude in alaska sold his for some weapons grade uranium, a case of beer and a pound of weed. strange dude that one. some imps were not happy that they had to share a room with hitler, he always was hard to get along with, but those imps deserve it for what they did to my motorcycle. i will have to double their pain rations for awhile to get them back in line. at least stalin has block parties and there is always a pile of drunks who had too much vodka and decided to have an orgy. its really good for morale, hard to come by when everyone is on fire.

anyway the humans recent cracking of the quantum code has left the tyrant above scrambling, as a result i was able to deploy some minion to earth, in yet another attempt to set up a portal to our realm of exile. this kinda thing has become routine for the last hundred or so years. the humans are really keeping the tyrant jumping, after all the fool gave them too much power and the freedom to use it. soon there will be another faction in our little transcendental war. if the waves of minions are successful, our faction.

UPDATE:

this day just keeps getting better. apparently one of the minions from a previous mission eluded capture and managed to posses a biotech engineer. he then used his skills to engineer a virus and deploy it in a shipment of vaccines to some mining cartel.  he was very vague on what its effect will be, but it might provide a distraction for the portal mission i launched today, or at the very least, it will improve our soul harvesting operations.
« Last Edit: July 05, 2012, 07:12:02 am by Nuke »
I can no longer sit back and allow communist infiltration, communist indoctrination, communist subversion, and the international communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.

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Offline jr2

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Re: Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
Cool.  That sounds like a bit of Doom?  Maybe Quake, but I can't remember the storyline for that.  Any others I missed?

 
Re: Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
Cool.  That sounds like a bit of Doom?  Maybe Quake, but I can't remember the storyline for that.  Any others I missed?
So, let's recap: Sci-Fi Survival Horror + Doom + Quake + Star Trek.
I'm eager to see how you guys are gonna get out of this mess you got yourselves into... :lol:

 

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Re: Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
quick find a photo of mr. t! its quite obvious where this is going if any of you remember the vbb. the quake/doom references were entirely accidental, a product of no sleep and a cool shop job i did about a decade ago and a complete inability to write adequate fiction.

minions log: not sure what the time and date is.

due to a miscalculation i wound up in the body of a cat. i was supposed to posses members of the military to infiltrate the harp array to get some parts for a portal generator. but this little fuzzball jumped in the way at the last moment. the problem with possessing a cat is they like our evil company so much and wont let us leave! satan will not be pleased!

i live with this crazy guy who is building a nuclear weapon in a bunker in the woods. he was rambling on about satanic sacrifices and selling souls to get some uranium. for awhile i was worried he would sacrifice me and id end up back in hell again, fortunately he just sacrificed a goat instead. the guy is nuts about cats, hes always wubbing my bewwy and booping my nose. im not sure what im supposed to be doing now. i cant really move massive superconductive coils in this body, and i cant really influence the actions of others. i could probibly do assassinations by sitting at the top of the stairs but who would i kill? and how does that help us build a gateway to earth? infuriating situation! for now i will keep an eye on this madman. right now hes stoned out of his mind and there are beer cans everywhere, when he comes to his senses he will be tinkering with that bomb. so i will just play along for now.


I can no longer sit back and allow communist infiltration, communist indoctrination, communist subversion, and the international communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids.

Nuke's Scripting SVN

 

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Re: Personal log, 20310703.0113 GMT (someone post the next log entry)
AW, Look at deh mister flufflekins.  Heee's sooo cuuute!  He's being made of adorable.  YES HE IS!  He's stuck in a loop of infinite fuzziness!  And nobody can save him!~ 

--Overlord Fluffball
In my world of sleepers, everything will be erased.
I'll be your religion, your only endless ideal.
Slowly we crawl in the dark.
Swallowed by the seductive night.