You are the Captain of The Space Station.You will have a choice, and perhaps another; and then another, and another more.None of them are hard to take, as they may be to live with.Just know: It takes more than guts to run a station; you'd dare say, even, that you could benefit from losing some.
>>6450512>Go with Sergent Mundstock>Go with Sub-lieutenant Martina3 Votes, unique ID's* Knowledge Token : Upon 1st Vote selection
>>6450513>Go with Sub-lieutenant Martina
Of ruins and disastersSloth their sole cause is,it's mother of all vices,o' deadly deadly sin>>6450515* Knowledge Token : For her notable diligence in her tacks, barracks officers have given Martina the affectionate epithet: 'The Machine-gun', one which they are prone to refer to her by behind her back. Alternative documented titles of popular origin attributed to Sub-lieutenant Martina 'The Machine-gun', there too exist several, considerably less enthusiastic, if not diphemistic examples, such are the following: Sub-Machine gun Martina, Wreck-Hand Martina, Dactilophone Martina, Wet canon, [REDACTED], [REDACTED], damned glasses chic, [REDACTED], [REDACTED], match with legs, [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED], [REDACTED], among others.What?What do you mean 'useless trivia'?
>>6450513>Go with Sergent MundstockOther is more important but can be deferred, this requires a personal touch and is urgent.
>>6450513>Go with Sergent MundstockI won't turn down an opportunity to prosecute the clownGet that clown bastard Ado
>>6450513>MartinaLet's get to the guns and stamps! Especially the stamps!!
>>6450513[I meant a total vote pool of 3, apologies to the last two voters. Current vote will need 3 votes to be chosen]>Go with Sergent Mundstock I I [X] >Go with Sub-lieutenant Martina I ` `>You follow Sergent Mundstock.The scene is chaotic, and confusing.Two, a fight. Your arrival puts the conflict to apparent pause.>Attend the corpse, have Sergent Mundstock deescalate the conflict first>Attend the conflict, have Sergent Mundstock leave and attend the corpse>Shift your attention towards the Clown3 Votes to effectuate an action, 7 pool limit, unique ID's* Knowledge Token : Upon 1st Vote selection
>>6450832
>>6450832>Attend the conflict, have Sergent Mundstock leave and attend the corpseI bet this is somehow the clown's fault.
>>6450832>Shift your attention towards the Clown
>>6450832>Shift your attention towards the ClownThe clown is acting like mime, suspicious
>>6450837The poor shall be indigent,all surly yearn beautyold men envy grandchildreno' deadly deadly sin* Knowledge Token : Segent's epithet is: 'Mundstock The Immortal'. Of all loyal canines, the most is him.
>>6450513>>6450832>>6451251Decide not to go.
>>6450832>Attend the conflict, have Sergent Mundstock leave and attend the corpse - I >Shift your attention towards the Clown - I I I [x]You go past the conflict, and walk directly towards the Clown. In the distance you hear two dogs barking, one pull's its thing out, another begins taking a leak. A motorized saw roars.Eyes of guilty, subtly defiant, imploring. Something it must have done. Nothing else worth noting occurred. The clown is trapped between you and a hard place, it is silent.> Turn around and do something about the dog first. Before Sergent gets killed.> Focus on the task at hand, glance at the severed head, then glance back at clown, expecting an answer. > "What did you do?" - Begin Interrogation, antagonize clown> "Clown, explain." - Begin Interrogation3 Votes for an action to be chosen, 9 vote pool limit, unique ID's* Knowledge Token : Upon 1st Vote selection
>>6451270>"Clown, explain." - Begin InterrogationDoes he have the divine clown spark? Or is he a mere jester?
> Focus on the task at hand, glance at the severed head, then glance back at clown, expecting an answer.Authority:Your mere presence must make this clown explain the situation, if not guilty at least a witness
>>6451270> "Clown, explain." - Begin Interrogation
>>6451308>"Clown, explain." - Begin Interrogation* Knowledge Token : This clown is scared, it's facial inputs seem to shift according to yours.It's not very funny. Sergent screams angry.
>>6451441* Knowledge Token (2/2): It's a girl.You are surprised by how much weight Sergent can lift on one finger.The cook flies across the room. The computer wrings its forearm tightly, it's right squirming, seeking what to reattach itself to. Cook still holds its blade. Sergent seems to be enjoying himself.
>>6451270>>6451443Decide not to go.
>>6450512> Focus on the task at hand, glance at the severed head, then glance back at clown, expecting an answer. - I > "Clown, explain." - Begin Interrogation - I I I [x]Something ignited this whole thing somehow. They are fighting over a corpse. The Clown tingles the bull's balls, and found out. This is insufficient.> "That's enough, Sergent." - Begin Interrogation of suspects / Give Sergent Mundstock a break> "Just what did you do? You will tell me." - Begin "Guessing what the Clown did, The minigame"3 Votes for act selection, 5 Vote pool limit, unique ID's* Action Token : Upon 1st Vote's Additional selectionAn anonymous lizard seems to crave a bite out of the decapitated head's brains. You could condemn it. Although it is an stereotype of lizard civilizations, it is true that in some cultures 'Human' meat is accepted and encouraged as a source of nourishment. Even in human aboriginal tribes, cannibalism of already deceased members has seen to be an sporadically accepted practice. You wonder what makes this act so deplorable, in a relativist civilization of science and abolition of dogmas. Human meat is legal in some contexts, you remember some imports from the Zulus. From an organic farm, ha ha. No, from donors, or such, most probably. Yes.. most probably. In the past, you have briefly considered it; you would prefer for the nutrients of your corpse to return to earth, to be eaten, by maggots or such, never cremated, never wasted ceremoniously. And if by maggots, why not by lizards?The lizard, uncommitted, almost innocently, begins to patiently stab the skull in an insistent and passive manner, seeking to get some of the head meat out. When they are dead like this, and not dying, in pain or moribund, it's hard to view corpses as humans. The meat is coming off, the lizard scrapes some and savors it.The lizard wants the brains. You yourself remember back in your youth eating cow head, cow teat, cow brains, the trifle, you could use some, they don't sell them that often anymore, 'prion disease', as if! these people cant eat anything nowadays! you just want a trifle stew again, with brains, it's not gross, its all relative, people don't get that, no, they don't. Prion disease my gaiters.You are now hungry. Hungry for trifle. The lizard seems content with its pursue, hungry as well.>Scold the Lizard before it continues further, scare it away from the head at once. "AWAY YOU"> Turn a blind eye to the lizard and its craves for head meat. Act like you didn't notice it... brains, hmm... you could really use some; it's an acquired taste.
>>6451672Decide not to go.
>>6451799A hundred stars shatter.
>>6451672> "Just what did you do? You will tell me." - Begin "Guessing what the Clown did, The minigame">Scold the Lizard before it continues further, scare it away from the head at once. "AWAY YOU"After many years, I can finally say ligger
>>6451672> "That's enough, Sergent." - Begin Interrogation of suspects / Give Sergent Mundstock a break>Scold the Lizard before it continues further, scare it away from the head at once. "AWAY YOU"
>>6451854* Action Token : "AWAY YOU"With a hiss, the lizard drops the fork embarassingly and with a rapid and epileptic motion of tailless salamander, slips away upon the your barked threat of having him court martialed.The lizard was uglier up close. Even so, your heart feels small. Hmm.. cow heart... You hope the cook's snot isn't too wrecked.
He who is eagerly hungryand to all craving gives inhas been prey to gluttonyo' deadly deadly sin>>6452077
>>6451672>>6451875+1
>>6451875+1
> "That's enough, Sergent." - Begin Interrogation of suspects / Give Sergent Mundstock a break - I I I [x]Two crookedly maladjusted individuals fall, looking more half dead than half alive.Some people only understand with violence. Even so, Sergent Mundstock holds them tight at your disposal.If he were agitated, which he isn't, it would only be because a dog's loud barks will keep the underdog *under*. Another second more of that unleash of violence, and either someone's testicles would have burst, or someone would have died.> Interrogate the Machine >Interrogate the Cook3 Votes to effectuate an action / Majority vote if time runs out, 7 vote pool limit, unique ID'S * Action Token : Upon 1st Vote's Additional selection>Quickly turn and ask clown to elaborate and summarize the situation in 20 words or less, so the suspects know where to start. Save yourself POV's redundancies.>Tell Sergent to leave them with you, while he goes on to inspect the corpse. Save yourself a trip.
>>6452688>Interrogate the cook>Clown 20 words summary >88A truly VIOLENT number...Very good line art, I love the expressions.
>>6452690>Clown 20 words summary You turn around.
>>6452737>Clown 20 words summary (2/2)*Blink*
>>6452688>Interrogate the CookWhy...is there human meat here? Why was a lizard in the kitchen eating the human meat?!>Quickly turn and ask clown to elaborate and summarize the situation in 20 words or less, so the suspects know where to start. Save yourself POV's redundancies.
>>6452811Clarification: Additional Action and Knowledge tokens with the note : "Upon 1st Vote" only account 1st voter's selection. For clown's summary in 20 words or less see:>>6452737Oh what the hell, ill do a third panel, why not
>>6452811>Clown 20 words summary (3/3)The Clown elaborates, it's acting skills are improving.
>Interrogate the cook I I - [X]> "Why did you chop the corpse for? Where you planning to eat it?"> "Why were you fighting the machine?"He looks certainly beyond moribund. But in his eyes... a determinate and resigned shine appears, that is, through the blood and mucus. A shine of passion, perhaps.* Action Token : Upon 1st Vote's Additional selection> " Excuse us, Sergent. Secure the computer, make sure it's conscious still." - Sergent Leaves> " Sergent, attend the corpse." - Sergent Leaves> "Sergent, humor me and give the Clown a fine for 250 credits. *Something* it must've done." - Sergent Leaves> Keep Sergent close for the duration of Cook's interrogation
>>64538352 Votes for Action Selection, Time limit applies
>>6453835> "Why were you fighting the machine?"> " Sergent, attend the corpse." - Sergent Leaves
>>6453835>>6453846+1
>>6453846>The Sergent Leaves (1/2)> "Why were you fighting the machine?" I I [X]The cook expresses a sociofuly hipstrose-like demeanor through its delirious words; you'll lose him if you let him get too poetic.He intended to feed the *poor* with the corpses meat; and from the way he refers to the corpse it seems he had and has little respect for it. A socialist, perhaps? but a misanthropist one? Can one be both at once? Materialism?Before falling in a delirious trance of murmured flower-power verses, he conveys at last a concrete answer to the question, the machine was going to *steal it*, and wouldn't *use it*. The machine seems to want the corpse an awful lot too; a friend?> "Wake yourself up. Quit it with the flowery nonsense and tell me what this is. Are you a canibal? Is that it? are we done here?"> "Who is the dead man? What did he do to you to be malcooked and degutted like that?" > " Im done with you" - Go interrogate the machine, screw this loon2 Votes for Action Selection, Time limit applies, 2-4 HoursThe Sergent gets briefly distracted with the Clown. He wouldn't hit a woman; the clown stops and leaves, nevertheless.
>>6453952> " Im done with you" - Go interrogate the machine, screw this loon
>>6453952>" Im done with you" - Go interrogate the machine, screw this loonOut of my way ape
>The Sergent informs you from the distance; The corpse has no belly button.You make a well-informed guess.
>>6454037>" Im done with you" - Go interrogate the machine, screw this loonYou make a well-informed guess. The corpse is a clone.You walk towards the machine, it rises off the ground, balancing on its epicenter, legless. Defiant, it glares.> "Whats your business with the corpse, it's a clone isnt it?"> "Whats so important about this corpse that you'd be willing to kill?"> "Where you planning to eat the corpse too?"> "Are you okay?"[Experimental format]
>>6454062> "Whats so important about this corpse that you'd be willing to kill?"
>>6454062>"Whats your business with the corpse, it's a clone isnt it?"
sorry, got busy, update way later today
>>6454062> "Whats so important about this corpse that you'd be willing to kill?" - I I [X]The Machine answers, and it makes sense, until it doesn't. It doesn't strike you as a conscious killer; perhaps not even a killer at all. Then again, that circular saw Sergent M.M wrecked was no nail-clipper.>"Why did you want to HARVEST the corpse's organs then?" - Establish a motive, keep it small>"Who 'destinated' this corpse to you, as you say? God? Saint Peter? By who's authorization do you go around, picking corpses?" - See how big this is, provokeA furious glare intensifies in the distance upon the implication of *Ownership*; a custody battle?Of course, the ones to suffer are always the little ones.2 Votes for Action Selection, Time limit* Knowledge Token : Upon 1st Vote selection
>>6455814>"Who 'destinated' this corpse to you, as you say? God? Saint Peter? By who's authorization do you go around, picking corpses?" - See how big this is, provokeThere's a reasonable solution to this but the tone of this quest screams to me to pick the most grandiose, most grandiloquent option.
>>6455814>"Who 'destinated' this corpse to you, as you say? God? Saint Peter? By who's authorization do you go around, picking corpses?" - See how big this is, provoke
>>6455816* Knowledge Token : Upon 1st Vote selection : Ape-ManOf silvers, the avaricy;the vile shine of metal,shall light upon the greedy,o' deadly deadly sin.
(1/2)>"Who 'destinated' this corpse to you, as you say? God? Saint Peter? By who's authorization do you go around, picking corpses?" - See how big this is, provoke
>>6455974(2/2)Suddenly, an interruption; the cook awakes from a comatose state, and begins a desperate bark. "Bacterio sold it to me, its mine!" he says, among other things "The ape is mine!", "Law is on my side!"And suddenly, a convoluted legal document falls in your power. INTERGALACTIC GASTRONOMICAL AUTHORIZATIONArticle XI — Of Consumer ProtectionSection II — Intercultural Integration Within the Gastronomical AmbitUnder Article XI, all sentient consumers — human, non-human, cloned, scaled, winged, or otherwise — are entitled to reasonable access to culturally appropriate nutrition. This includes the sharing of foods between species as an act of intercultural understanding, unity, and peaceful gastronomical exchange.Article V — Food & Health Administrative PoliciesRegarding the consumption of human meat and derivatives:Human-origin biological materials may be prepared by authorized culinary personnel where the intended consumption is non-cannibalistic.Permitted preparation methods include cooking, baking, stewing, roasting, and other conventional methods of food preparation.Where the consumer is non-human, such consumption shall not be classified as cannibalism.Non-Human Rights Bill — Section 8.4Clones are recognized as a special biological category for the purposes of interspecies nutritional legislation. Clones are mentioned within the Human Rights provisions, they are not human persons.Infra-Galactic Bureau of Gastronomy and Nutrition — Section 17, Paragraph 3The cooking, baking, and stewing of human-origin organs for non-cannibalistic gastronomical operations is authorized, provided that such preparation contributes to interspecies cooperation and is conducted in a sanitary and respectful manner.Therefore, in accordance with the above — and in the spirit of peace, love, acceptance, and healthy intergalactic dining — the preparation of the deceased clone for consumption by non-human persons is hereby considered administratively permissible.Should further clarification be required, please contact the Intergalactic Bureau of Gastronomical Affairs during normal bureaucratic hours.If you require any further clarification regarding this subject, or assistance to prepare your presentation to your superior — please let me know. I’d be happy to assist with anything else you need today. Files, images, and data analysis are unavailable until usage resets at next orbital-cycle. Continue chatting with Nano-Ai in text only, or upgrade for more access. >Have the station lawyer take a look at it - Make this even bigger>Summon Proffesor Bacterio - Make this even bigger>Free choice Something smells burnt..The machine seems to be growing wrinkles beyond its cracked screen; wrinkles and popping veins. Metalic snakes rattle in the distance.
>>6456125>Have the station lawyer take a look at it - Make this even bigger>Summon Proffesor Bacterio - Make this even biggerBoss? Boss. Boss is gut.
>>6456188both?
>>6456125Yeah, support >>6456188, both.
>>6456274update on monday
>>6457893update on thursday, busy (busy drawing)
