100 potency bluespace bananas.
A backpack full of mousetraps.
A beaker of dried space carp penis.
A big, black shadowling dick.
A blob zombie with an erection.
A blood-soaked clown popping out of a morgue tray.
A BZ-fueled vision quest.
A captain that doesn't secure the disk.
A changeling monkeying itself mid-coitus.
A Chief Engineer who can't set up the engine.
A clown bomb.
A Codex Cicatrix.
A corgi orgy.
A crate full of fresh organs.
A cult rune drawn with menstrual blood.
A defective comdom.
A disposal loop full of corpses.
A dominatrix HoS.
A double-bladed energy sword, noslips, thermals, ablative armor, adrenal implants and a healing virus.
A fascist captain.
A fully-dressed CMO.
A ghost-powered Ouija board.
A glass of ...what?
A griddle.
A H.O.N.K. mech.
A literal dent in your fucking skull.
A Living Heart with the wrong body fluid inside of it.
A lizard wearing cat ears.
A loose cannon detective.
A masochist in an ash storm.
A MILF AI.
A mime having a stroke.
A monkey coup d'etat.
A motherfucking sorcerer.
A MULEbot drag race.
A muthafuckin' Uzi.
A Nanotrasen D-Notice.
A PDA shaped like a set of breasts.
A permaban.
A petsplosion.
A positive moodlet.
A Quartermaster who WON'T STOP ordering guns.
A rage suicide.
A robust mongoloid.
A salt overdose.
A sopping slime orifice.
A space dragon.
A subverted service borg.
A surprise visit from Nanotrasen's CEO.
A thicc securitron.
A tiny prick.
A trial for once.
A turkey made of cybernetic hate.
A universal recorder endlessly reciting porn.
A used corgi suit.
A vomit golem.
A whole bunch of spiders in a SWAT suit.
Abusing Law 2 to get laid.
Actually playing Cards Against Spess.
Actually taking a hostage instead of just murdering them.
Ahhhhhhperatives.
All the exciting things happening on the station while you play Cards Against Spess.
Alternate mediborgs.
Alternate uses for defibrillator paddles.
An actually helpful assistant.
An escape pod cuddle puddle.
An escape pod full of cockroaches.
An excruciating lizard breakup letter.
An extremely obese European man being chestbursted.
An Ian storm.
An immovable rod.
An imperfect person playing an imperfect game.
An irritatingly chipper borg.
An MMI floating helplessly through space.
An obscene amount of bike horns.
An unknown assistant with a gas mask, yellow gloves and toolbelt.
An unwashed felinid body pillow.
Anatomically correct borgs.
Answering directly to the head of personnel.
Ash drakes.
Ash storms.
ASS BLAST USA.
Assistant-on-assistant violence.
Assistants raiding the armory.
Backdoor Xeno Babes.
Baymed.
Begging the gods for free stuff.
Being in a cult.
Being roasted so devastatingly by the AI it counts as human harm.
Birdboat Station.
Bluespace artillery.
Brain cakes.
Breaking spacetime with thousands of bluespace tomatoes.
Buttbots.
The primal, nerve-slapping sex that nanites are having inside you.
Button spam.
BWOINK!
Calling a shuttle because I broke a toenail.
Carbon dioxide.
CAT WITH NO UNDIES
Catgirls.
Chain-recalling the shuttle.
Chainsaws for hands.
Chemical sprayers filled with lube.
Chunks of dead flyperson.
Cleanbot.
Clown's Tears.
Clusterbangs.
Coating the whole station in blood.
Cock cultists.
Code Delta.
Committing sudoku.
Corgi puppies!
Cortical borers.
Cultism.
Curators.
Curse of the Barnyard.
Cursed duffle bags.
Dabbing on a pile of corpses.
Dead lizard storage.
Decorative C4.
Deep-fried body parts.
Defeating a changeling by sticking your hand down its pants.
Defusing a syndicate bomb with another bomb.
Dermal armor.
Dismemberment.
Doctor's Delight.
Double dongs.
Draconic.
Driving the clown car full speed into the engine.
Dropping the permabrig soap.
Emagging.
Emoting slowly drawing a gun, then slowly cocking the trigger, then slowly preparing to shoot...
Enough morphine to make the entire station comatose.
Erotic roleplay.
ERP-seeking meteors.
Escalation.
Exile implanting all the lizards.
Extended.
Farting in the air distro loop.
Fat sprites.
Fetish content.
Fisting somebody until they gib.
Five hundred ice spiders.
Flashing.
Fluke ops.
Force-feeding prisoners other prisoners' gibs.
Forgetting you're a traitor.
FREE DRONE.
Friendly neighborhood death squads.
Fucking your own cloned body.
Fun.
G-g-g-ghosts!
Getting robusted with a toolbox.
Gibtonite.
Giving head to the heads.
GLORF
Gluing five drones together and using them as a buttplug.
Going braindead mid-murder.
Grab intent.
Grammar fascist gods.
Grammatically incorrect lizard names.
Greentext.
Griff.
Gyrating slimes.
Harm, a small rural town in Germany.
Harmbatonning.
Having sex in the maintenance tunnels.
Heavy roleplay.
Her smuggler's satchel.
Hiding in a locker like a little bitch.
His Grace.
Homicidal chefs.
HONK!
HoPcurity.
Horrific cloning accidents.
Hunger-induced insanity.
Hygiene.
Ian and Lisa fucking like rabbits.
Ian and the HoP.
IC in OOC.
Immulsions.
Improper comdom use.
Inviting all the lizards onto the holodeck for a party.
Itching powder.
Kitty ears.
Krokodil addiction.
Lavaland bestiality.
Lavaland.
Legions of cyborg assholes.
Licking the supermatter on a dare.
Liquid gibs.
Lizard rights.
Lopping off the Captain's johnson and shooting it out a pneumatic cannon.
Lore that no one will read.
Lying to the AI about human harm.
Magic missile spam.
Mailing the clown to singularity containment.
Meat spikes.
Meaty ores.
Mech bumper cars.
Medbay stutterwhores.
Memes.
Mime porn.
Mindbreaker toxin.
Mindswap.
Mining the shaft.
Minor IC crime.
Moonlighting.
MULEbot manslaughter.
Murderboners.
My senpAI.
NAR'SIE HAS RISEN.
Nar'Sie making love to Lord Singulo.
Nations.
Never setting your goddamn suit sensors.
Not rolling antag.
Nuke ops that only buy soap.
Nuking it from orbit.
Officer Beepsky.
Organic slurry.
Overpowered stuns.
Paperwork HoPs.
Paranoia.
PDA sexting.
Peaceful wizards.
Photocopies of the entire crew's asses.
Pierrot's Throat.
Piloting the station into the nearest sun.
Pizza delivery ops.
Plasmaman strippers.
Polishing the captain's laser rifle.
Poly reading porn over the radio again.
Potassium in the toilet bowls.
Precious clown gold.
Public Relations incident #45022 (top secret).
Purrbation.
Putting the boots to him, medium style.
Putting the pAI's doorjack where it don't belong.
Racially biased lawsets.
Rage cages.
Ragin' mages.
Rampant vending machines.
Razoring the wings off the moths.
Reagent farts.
Replicating the Milgram experiment with an electropack.
Riding borgs, cowgirl style.
Running naked through a plasma fire.
Saxing.
Sentient ED-209s.
Sex inside a mech.
Sexcurity.
Shapely lizard tails.
Six max-cap bombs.
Skewium-induced orgasm.
Some overpowered bullshit.
Space 'Nam.
Space assholes.
Space bear meat.
Space bees?
Space capitalism.
Space Ebola.
Space Hitler.
Space lag.
Space lesbians.
Space NEETs.
Space vine tentacles.
Spacing the clown at shift start.
Spooky skeletons.
SS13's toxic community.
Stealing all the miners' ore.
Stroking the Chaplain's rod.
Suiciding with a fedora.
Suit sensor unit gas chambers.
Supermatter undergarments.
Surgical implantation of cat body parts.
Surgical sexual harrasment.
Swarmers.
Tabling.
Tactical chairs.
TALKING MIMES.
Teaching a silicon the Birds and the Bees.
Telescience.
That fukken disk.
That goddamn fucking mime.
That one asshole nuke op.
The AI and the borgs metacomming.
The asteroid shuttle.
The best cookie.
The bleeding, dismembered, beautiful corpse of the clown.
The Captain thinking they're a badass.
The chef masturbating with a bowl of lukewarm spaghetti.
The crotchety IBM piece of shit you're supposed to call an AI.
The death squad.
The dixel.
The Experimentor.
The flimsy adherence of space to the laws of thermodynamics.
The gas giant.
The gender change potion.
The grey tide.
The hardworking engineer.
The king of the rumba beat.
The lawyer's job.
The lizard fuckpile.
The lusty xenomorph maid.
The mechanics of plasmaman sex.
The mystery of atmos.
The Oh Hi Daniel shuttle.
The oldschool gender change potion.
The philosophical complications of Asimov.
The primal, nerve-slapping sex that nanites were having inside you.
The prisoner transfer center.
The robust economy system.
The scrubbers uncontrollably spewing cum.
The secret monkey technique.
The security department.
The shotgun.
The spread-eagled Honkmother.
The suicide HoPline.
The sweet, forbidden meat of the gondola.
The throbbing erection that the HoS gets at the thought of shooting something.
The Voice of God.
The vomitgoose.
The Warden furiously masturbating to the prison monitor.
The wizard with his staff inserted into his anus.
Those motherfucking carp.
Trading your TC for memes.
Trying to stab someone and hugging them instead.
Tunnel clowns.
Turning tricks for holocredits.
Two doctors 69ing in the surgery room.
Unironically enjoying library smut.
Uranium tiles.
Using a supermatter shard as a dildo.
Using assistants as human shields.
Valid salad.
Validhunting.
Venus human traps.
Very ragin' bullshit mages.
Vore.
Walking mushroom cockfights.
Warm donk pockets.
Warm, velvety lizard sex.
Welderbombing.
Well-aged miasma.
Wheelchair Ian.
Whining to the gods after getting robusted.
Wiring the ethereals into the powernet.
Woody-chan.
Writing out Woody's Got Wood in crayon.
Xeno fetishists.
Yet another explosion in Toxins.
Ziptie hogtying.
