Post Some of Ur RP Moments Here.

[MisforMaster2005]

K I'll start. This one round, I was a CT when a survivor was standing in-line probably at mid to late round.

He asked me if there were any extra beanies he could have. Apparently he was told to help the marines fight the Aliums
(Which is not that bad of an idea) so he wanted to look um.. 'robust'. Of course, we didn't have any spare beanies .

So I gave him mine instead and he thanked me, A LOT. He said he was gonna kick sum Alium butt down there and left.

Oh and I forgot his last name but his first name was Alan I think.

What are some of ur RP moments? Please post them here (Duh).

[TheMusician321]

Back on the old Sulaco, I was playing as Ed Waffles' brother, Amaryllis 'Wafflecone' Martin, Adan Howard, upon seeing this, immediately gasped in horror and thought I had murdered Ed and stolen the Wafflecone for myself. He decided to take matters into his own hands and upon tricking me going into Req as an MT, kidnapped me and locked me in the storage area.

Upon doing so, he proceeded to torture me and play mind games for about 30 straight minutes, until the Xenos arrived, Xenos unluckily crashed into Req and proceeded to murder everyone outside, Adan closed the shutters and we huddled in horror as we awaited our deaths.

We set up barricades, grabbed rifles and prepared to fight to the death, We did fairly well and the dudes in Dchat noticed, we managed to kill about 4-5 xenos and they fuck off and go hunt the rest of the ship, we go back to hiding in horror and then the xenos come back and surround us, as we hide behind our line of false walls, Adan decided to confess his love for Amaryllis, to which I declined and called him a creep, he cries and we both await our doom.

And that's the story of how I got kidnapped, tortured and having my kidnapper confess his undying love for me, politely decline and then get slaughtered by the xenos.

[solidfury7]

Landing an orbital beacon which killed 13 aliens, at the cost of me not evacing the colony.

Another marine hopped off the DS and said she wouldn't leave me behind(rest of my squad tried but DS shutters went down ) and we held off waves of hostile, just the two of us. Eventually both my arms were ripped off, I ordered the marine to leave me but she refused, eventually were overrun. Aliens murdered me, dragged off the bravo marine.

The commander saw the OB hit and launched a mission to save me ), my Charlie marines were yelling for us to hold on during the Battle but they arrived to my armless body on the ground. They extraced me from the colony, somehow brought me back.

I then proceeded to spend the duration of the mission extremely depressed, refusing to redeploy after a mission that saw all but 3 of my charlie marines killed.

[Lumdor]

Landing an orbital beacon which killed 13 aliens, at the cost of be not evacing the colony.

Another marine hopped off the DS and said she wouldn't leave me behind(rest of my squad tried but DS shutters went down ) and we held off waves of hostile, just the two of us. Eventually both my arms were ripped off, I ordered the marine to leave me but she refused, eventually were overrun. Aliens murdered me, dragged off the bravo marine.

The commander saw the OB hit and launched a mission to save me ), my Charlie marines were yelling for us to hold on during the Battle but they arrived to my armless body on the ground. They extraced me from the colony, somehow brought me back.

I then proceeded to spend the duration of the mission extremely depressed, refusing to redeploy after a mission that saw all but 3 of my charlie marines killed.

That is something you should've got a medal for; sounds like something straight out of a comic book.

[kooarbiter]

Once as a sentinel after round end I released a nested marine and chased it through the alm for fun

[Nyeshivuu]

In the first bad blood pred round, i rolled PO, i was stationed on ds2 with another person named "Oscar 'The grouch' something" Don't know his last name. But basically it was the usual PO banter, until the bad bloods conquered the ground, we went back up the the almayer and he locked it down, saying he was gonna die on his boat and fuck everyone else, i was rping freaking the fuck out, and he was trying to calm me down. It was 30 minutes of pure uncertainty and paranoia, everyone else said that round sucked but i had movie tier rp. But i haven't seen him since sadly.

[Blade2000Br]

Landing an orbital beacon which killed 13 aliens, at the cost of be not evacing the colony.

Another marine hopped off the DS and said she wouldn't leave me behind(rest of my squad tried but DS shutters went down ) and we held off waves of hostile, just the two of us. Eventually both my arms were ripped off, I ordered the marine to leave me but she refused, eventually were overrun. Aliens murdered me, dragged off the bravo marine.

The commander saw the OB hit and launched a mission to save me ), my Charlie marines were yelling for us to hold on during the Battle but they arrived to my armless body on the ground. They extraced me from the colony, somehow brought me back.

I then proceeded to spend the duration of the mission extremely depressed, refusing to redeploy after a mission that saw all but 3 of my charlie marines killed.

That was A+ move from you. I was the smartgunner, I tried to get to you but the shutters closed before I could.

All the grapes deployed in a attempt to save your skin. It was glorious.

[Skimmy2]

Months ago back when I was new I had joined late and slowly stumbled my way to DS1 on the Almayer with 1 other dude. We were suppose to reinforce the ground element but apparently literally everyone was dead without command knowing about it, I can only assume they got routed and slaughtered to a man at tablefort/hydro as there were maybe 5-7 guys at the Nexus FOB before the xenos attacked.

Doesint take long for us to be pushed back and desperately try to Evac. The 1 other dude I dropped with earlier goes down right outside of DS1 so I take a step back to go for him only for 5 xenos to swarm over and begin throwing their facehuggers, I promptly nope back towards the dropship firing wildly with my shotgun (didnt set my macros for it back then either). My helmet gets ripped off of my head and im stuck in a closed door as the dropship took off, the PO helps me into a chair next to one other marine who is in paincrit/medivacced.

So DS1 docks with the Almayer and the PO reports "2 Survivors", queue the CO and the rest of the ship saying along the lines of "dear god" and the mood of the entire ship plummets down hill from there. I stumble myself to medbay to get checked out for very minor acid burns, grab myself a new helmet and shotgun from prep, and promptly wander aimlessly around the ship with MPs stopping me to give me hugs. Tell them that "I think im gonna go lay down now" and managed to pay a visit to the garden memorial before the Xenos stole DS1.

All in all, really great PTSD experience for my career, even if my character was more in shock at what happened then actually experiencing the whole battle.

[Carnolus]

One time I was playing Taegan and we found a survivor. At first I played all prick-ish and was like "no way they're aliens! I'll ride my unicorn into battle!!" And she cried. So I spent the rest of the time I saw her trying to make her calmer and less freaked out, much to the mockery of marines around me (shoutout to Desmond Stroud!) eventually when the alamayer was being boarded I gave her a pistol and told her to be safe.

Another time I was playing medic and I was getting yelled at by some marine with minor injuries, as I was healing a crit patient. I stabilized him, and went over to the pain in the ass marine. I grabbed a syringe filled with Bicard (didn't tell him that) and said "You know, if I stab you with this, you'll overdose, getting warm, shaking in pain, and eventually you'll die, only when I let you. How about you fuck off until I'm ready."
He shut up quickly. I fixed him up shortly after.

[TheMusician321]

One time, I spent about an hour playing Tic Tac Toe with some tall hosts as a xeno, it was great. I now have a macro for it.

[Pictish20]

It's a USCM vs. CLF round. I'm the XO, and the CLF have a number of our Marines and a staff officer hostage. I deploy to the planet to help negotiate their release. I'm going to trade myself for at least some of them, you see. So I'm down there, talking with the CLF over common, trying to negotiate. Suddenly, a CLF soldier runs up to me (I was in a friendly triage foxhole thing) blasts me in the face with his holdout pistol and decapitates me.

[Symbiosis]

Landing an orbital beacon which killed 13 aliens, at the cost of be not evacing the colony.

Another marine hopped off the DS and said she wouldn't leave me behind(rest of my squad tried but DS shutters went down ) and we held off waves of hostile, just the two of us. Eventually both my arms were ripped off, I ordered the marine to leave me but she refused, eventually were overrun. Aliens murdered me, dragged off the bravo marine.

The commander saw the OB hit and launched a mission to save me ), my Charlie marines were yelling for us to hold on during the Battle but they arrived to my armless body on the ground. They extraced me from the colony, somehow brought me back.

I then proceeded to spend the duration of the mission extremely depressed, refusing to redeploy after a mission that saw all but 3 of my charlie marines killed.

He DID get a medal for that! We came down; retrieved his armless body and defibbed him. Was probably one of my most enjoyable "rescue"'missions I've been a part of. We went on to win that round, to boot, thanks to Crimson!

[Hulkamania]

It was on Ice Colony. Alpha was chosen by Commander Carson to go down before briefing and secure telecomms and get the power online. We deployed to the frozen wastes, mere boys, not knowing what was truly waiting for us down below. After some confusion, we began trekking through the snow and arrived at telecomms, getting it online before moving to power. Around this time we began seeing the first signs of hostiles, and we got word that our specialist had strayed from the group, never to be seen again.

After power and communications were online we relocated back to telecomms to gather up some stragglers, and began to reinforce as per our orders. Slowly it became our fortress, our home, our village. The mighty Red Tribe was dug in, and we began to settle. Supplies were given from on high, meals and metal, and our tribe prospered. Soon the other squads began to run in to trouble, and Charlie sought refuge in the Red village. We welcomed them with open arms, the Purple Chieften gave us an offering of Sandals as a show of fellowship which I accepted with gratitude.

The tribes attempted to intermingle, but the Purple Women are strong and deemed our warriors unworthy, we remained a male dominated group with little prospects of interbreeding. Discussions were had about the possibility of Red and Blue becoming Purple together, but we all agreed Blue was not to be bred with. Soon word came from on high that we were to go down the elevator and face the enemy head on, which would ultimately be our downfall.

The entire crew that could fit inside the elevator brought all of our ample supplies with us, and we sought the foe. After a very brief struggle, most of both squads were wiped out, outside of myself the squad lead, a smartgunner, a medic and a single PFC. Normandy arrived to bring us to salvation but the fight was hard fought with the xeno's clawing at our doors to drag us away.

Once we were shipside, we treated our wounded and redeployed, battle hardened and ready for revenge. It was nought to be at the time, although our orbital bombardment claimed three of their lives. We gathered in briefing, and swapped tales of our previous conquest. The first squad to go, the last to leave we mourned our dead when the alarm came, the enemy was coming to us.

The Commander ordered us to gather in briefing, and Red Tribe prepared. Our forces were trained, they knew the enemy and they knew where to hit them hardest. As the collision impact announcement came the men prepared to drink the blood of the foe, and a flash of light accompanied their landing...

All of Alpha was wiped entirely out by the dropship, nary a bullet was fired. A dishonorable death for a warrior tribe, never to die in combat as they wished.

10/10 would do again. RIP Dinky, the Lost Tribesman.

[Lumdor]

It was on Ice Colony. Alpha was chosen by Commander Carson to go down before briefing and secure telecomms and get the power online. We deployed to the frozen wastes, mere boys, not knowing what was truly waiting for us down below. After some confusion, we began trekking through the snow and arrived at telecomms, getting it online before moving to power. Around this time we began seeing the first signs of hostiles, and we got word that our specialist had strayed from the group, never to be seen again.

After power and communications were online we relocated back to telecomms to gather up some stragglers, and began to reinforce as per our orders. Slowly it became our fortress, our home, our village. The mighty Red Tribe was dug in, and we began to settle. Supplies were given from on high, meals and metal, and our tribe prospered. Soon the other squads began to run in to trouble, and Charlie sought refuge in the Red village. We welcomed them with open arms, the Purple Chieften gave us an offering of Sandals as a show of fellowship which I accepted with gratitude.

The tribes attempted to intermingle, but the Purple Women are strong and deemed our warriors unworthy, we remained a male dominated group with little prospects of interbreeding. Discussions were had about the possibility of Red and Blue becoming Purple together, but we all agreed Blue was not to be bred with. Soon word came from on high that we were to go down the elevator and face the enemy head on, which would ultimately be our downfall.

The entire crew that could fit inside the elevator brought all of our ample supplies with us, and we sought the foe. After a very brief struggle, most of both squads were wiped out, outside of myself the squad lead, a smartgunner, a medic and a single PFC. Normandy arrived to bring us to salvation but the fight was hard fought with the xeno's clawing at our doors to drag us away.

Once we were shipside, we treated our wounded and redeployed, battle hardened and ready for revenge. It was nought to be at the time, although our orbital bombardment claimed three of their lives. We gathered in briefing, and swapped tales of our previous conquest. The first squad to go, the last to leave we mourned our dead when the alarm came, the enemy was coming to us.

The Commander ordered us to gather in briefing, and Red Tribe prepared. Our forces were trained, they knew the enemy and they knew where to hit them hardest. As the collision impact announcement came the men prepared to drink the blood of the foe, and a flash of light accompanied their landing...

All of Alpha was wiped entirely out by the dropship, nary a bullet was fired. A dishonorable death for a warrior tribe, never to die in combat as they wished.

10/10 would do again. RIP Dinky, the Lost Tribesman.

That was me who gave the order to go to briefing; we lost many tribes that day.

[Heckenshutze]

It happened in the Ol' sulaco, I was rolling as 'Hjalti "Cluwne" McHonk' , survived the whole operation but lost the planet, suddenly Iron bears come to our ship and starts killing everyone, lost my squad on the struggle but managed to enter the bridge and barricade, the command staff and myself hold the iron bears until the xenos arrived. Then the Iron Bears killed most of the xenos and then we killed the Iron Bears and the last xenos just shooting at the entrance. Everything was destroyed, then the surviving marines decided to mutiny, killed most of the MPs and the SOs, in the end, just the CO, a MP and myself were staring at each other when MOTHER decided to self destruct the vessel. We then sit in the table among the bodies and smoke some cigars while a scottish pipe song was playing on the comms. I took off my armor and guns and made an announcement at the last moment of the final countdown, as soon I sent the announcement the sulaco exploded.

The message was, "Honk Honk motherfucker"

[TheMusician321]

Back in the early Tribe days, I was in the Northern Tribe, led by Jack Knight, AKA CoronelJones, he started getting people to be special roles in the tribe such as trainers, quartermasters, doctors, In comes my turn to get a special role, Jones however, in his infinite wisdom suddenly decides that I must take off my helmet, with no other choice than to obey my King, I take it off and lo and behold a shiny bald head appears in it's glory, I parade my baldness around while singing a song of why being bald is the best.

I became the Bald of the North that day.

[Sabactus]

Last night a runner and I were guarding some infected on the crashed dropship. Two kept breaking free but only one seemed to be going for weapons. After 2 or 3 times of tackle and immobilize. I noticed the one who wasn't being aggressive dancing in her bonds. I told the runner to leave her alone and lets see what she does. She broke free and started dancing, so I danced too. She didn't show any hostility so she was allowed to wander around the dropship and even at one point TACKLED the aggressive Marine when he broke free and went for a gun.

Between xeno and man their might not be words to communicate...but there is always dance.

[taketheshot56]

Myself and another survivor survied on the colony given the jobs as CL's we came back up to the ship linked up with the ship CL and formed the USS Almayer corporate board. Nice RP.

[Nightwolf901]

http://cm-ss13.com/viewtop ... =Predacals

This right here was golden

[Lumdor]

http://cm-ss13.com/viewtop ... =Predacals

This right here was golden

That was something different; reminded me when a pred had a duel with a marine on their ship and got one shotted.

[manezinho]

I was on FOB duty at LZ-2, just chilling. It was a quiet night in the jungle of LV-624. Me and this guy were talking for a while, having some fun and joking around. Then the sounds of gunfire were heard in the distance. The comms flared up, screams were getting closer. Medics and standards were dragging some wounded back to LZ-2, each one of them were heavily injured. We heard a full scale retreat called on the radio, my friend and I prepared for the incoming xeno forces. A huge swarm started charging at the FOB, hunters pouncing at the barricades, a boiler flanked from the south and began bombarding us. I got slashed up and attempted to get to a medic right as an acid glob got a direct hit on me.

My body dropped to the ground, husked by the vile acid. I could see my buddy screaming for a medic before he was told that I couldn't be saved. He dragged my body all the way to the medbay back on the almayer, giving me a moment of silence before he moved to briefing. It was one of the few rounds where I had meaningful interaction with one of my squad-mates. I can't remember his name but man that was a fun round.

[Troy Kent]

Here's one.

During the recent extended round, I picked up a UPP headset. I then proceeded to spy on their communications, calling out when there was artillery, being a relay from their commander to ours.

Just a lovely little...thing.

[Pictish20]

I was, once more, the eponymous Mr. Cavalet, Weyland-Yutani representative. Being he CL, cue the shenanigans, ultimately ending in me being perma- brigged. All pretty standard, so far. There is a brief interaction with a colonist/UPP agent in which I try to bargain for my freedom, but MP's shot that down, so more perma it is. Xenos have boarded now. You're in the iso cell, and just see one glob of acid on the wall. It burns away, it's tense, like the boarding of the Tantine IV in A New Hope, eventually gives way. Then, I try to convince to spitter that burned in to let me go free (This does not meet any success). It felt awesome, beautiful reenactment of the "villain is destroyed by the very power he seeks" cliche.

[NemoVonFish]

Had a very nice depressing moment as a doctor with a combat medic yesterday. After two or three hours of non-stop surgery as the only doctor, the line finally cleared, and she helped me drag the corpses that had been sitting unattended in medbay upstairs to the morgue. Despite the constant flow of wounded, the morgue wasn't actually at full capacity, which I guess is a sign I did my job well. What made it a great RP moment is that the Combat Medic knew every single person I was bagging and tagging, who they were, and how they died.

I'd open a slab, start writing their name, she'd recount their accomplishments and how they died, then I'd close the slab and we'd move on to the next one. It felt like one of those moments from MASH that reminded you that despite being a comedy, it was about a real war, and people died. Except, you know, it's a shitty Byond tileset game about alums and unga dunga attachments gimmie.

[Undeademon]

Few various moments, sometimes when I'm cornered, and I have someone with me, I offer them a suicide pill, so we don't suffer at the hands of those monsters. Had a moment with a patient, told them we're going to die, and if they wanted it to be quick. To say the least, it was. ^{fuuuccckk yooouuu}

My favorite moments, were a long time ago, when paracetamol didn't cause toxins, I could make a blend of Painkillers, that allowed me to traumatize operate on marines, while they were still conscious. To say the least, I was a brutal-ly effective doctor, who played show-and-tell with his patients. Didn't lose one patient.