Starting the station off with the boniest of skeleton crews, I was quickly contacted by one of my two other crewmates and asked if I wanted to sign a contract. I said sure, and bargained for infinite wealth.
So began the strong-handed transformation of Ian Judge, Atmospheric Technician, into Ian Judge, Atmos Pimp.
After spitting up my first several
solid bars of pure diamond, it became clear that a change of wardrobe was necessary. Spiffing myself up with a much more appropriate set of duds, including a spiffy cane and purple fluffy cape, I went about enriching the station through the powers of the immortal Pimp Hand. The dosh that fell out of my pocket was the sole source of income for our station, and after a couple hours we had over 40,000 credits just from me throwing paper money at the banking computer.
Sadly, I couldn't find quite so solid a use for the precious coins I kept spitting out every few seconds... Couldn't convert them into credits via the machine, couldn't sell them to centcomm... Yeah. So eventually I just said "fuck it" and set about stuffing them into the slot machines and playing until I got all the jackpots. Then playing some more to see if anything else would happen. Then refunding the coins back out of the machine and stuffing them into bags for safe-keeping.
By the end of the round I had somewhere around 12-13 money bags all packed to the brim with silver, gold and diamond coins. I'd also bought out all the premium cigars from the vending machines, redecorated the escape lobby in gold, silver and diamond tiles along with appropriate precious statues (also swapped out a few of the walls for solid diamond).
However, I'd set up the supermatter at roundstart with a filter piping oxygen into a canister to harvest gas instead of just venting it. This of course would eventually need to be changed out so as to keep the pipes clear. The latejoining chief engineer apparently didn't understand this concept, so when the SM first started delaminating he didn't understand what was going on. The perfectly reasonable flames were quite shocking and horrifying to him, so even as I was shedding my pimp clothes for a radiation suit to fix the problem he ushered us out and said "just run".
What happened afterwards was... Odd. Very, very odd. The supermatter delaminated very quickly (about 10-15% per tick) down to about 40%, at which point... It shot back up to full health again and started delaminating once more.
Curious, I decided to go check out what was happening and made my way back towards the engineering wing. As soon as I stepped into the hallway leading to engineereing however, my hair LEAPT off of my head, my skin immediately started crisping and the medibot following me spontaneously combusted from the colossal waves of radiation crashing over us. Nowhere near the nearest radsuit, I said "fuck naw" and ran away to make sure the emergency shuttle was properly called and on its way.
The supermatter delaminated again, and again around 40-30% integrity it suddenly shot right back up to full. At this point I was in medbay, and my contracting agent asked to be loaded up with pentetic acid, as they'd done for me moments before. Apparently, despite having been a plasmaman originally (although they did have their lungs replaced by me, so they could safely breathe oxygen), the shift into devilhood removed their radiation protection.
So I pumped them full, and hoped that the 70+units of pentetic in both my system and theirs would slowly bring down the 3000% or so radiation level I'd scanned myself as having.
And then we both suddenly dropped dead. No warning, just *poof*, fall down and die. I checked my body as a ghost, and discovered that my rads level was now being displayed using scientific notation, which is always a good sign. Roundabouts 4,000,000 rads. Same for my sadly-now-rad-vulnerable friend. Somehow a new, hysterically-powerful radpulse had hit us all the way down in medbay.
Being a devil, they managed to pick themselves back up and eventually make it onto the luxury shuttle to safety. I, however, would remain a brightly glowing corpse aboard the station, with my hoard of moneybags (which I'd brought to escape to dole out, since we'd bought the luxury shuttle) in maintenance, my stack of 50 diamond sheets in my hat, and my 30k or so in pocket money sitting in my wallet. I died just a few moments before the round ended, but my contribution to the station was noted by all (I'd like to imagine).
It ain't easy, but it's necessary.
As an aside, I have no clue what was happening to the supermatter. By the end there (our CE had decided to try and cool it off again, this time by deconstructing some of the tiles inside the chamber to space, causing a vacuum. Apparently he wasn't aware that the supermatter delaminates when in a vacuum. Also without proper precautions against either the intensely hot gases in the chamber or the massive amount of radiation, so he died fairly quickly), the crystal was putting out somewhere around 4.5 Gigawatts of electricity, while also hosing down the entire station in enough toasty radiation to fry your eggs before they're even laid.
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