Warning, lengthy but very entertaining death~
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Shot and beaten, my morale and pride broken, I made my way to the bar to release my frustrations with a shotglass or twelve. Twice was I shot by an inquisitive detective who suspected me of aiding an eccentric clown, arrested for breaking into a secured armory and carrying dangerous chemicals. After being released from the brig I found myself opening the doors to the bar, only to come face-to-face with a peculiar construct. Apparently, a borg and others decided to create a fighting ring in the upper-right corner of the mess hall where the tables once were. Angry at my job, my situation, and myself, I took a swig of vodka left on the bar and volunteered to spar with the station's Warden.
Surely a man who's fought his fair share of angry criminals, he looked like a man to fear. Since my left arm was injured, I was expecting to get my ass kicked through my skull in little time. In the bottom-left corner I sat, gazing at the angry Warden who won the last few rounds without a hitch. Hearing the announcement, we started the fight. Jumping to my feet, I stood by the corner for a bit, waiting for the Warden to advance. Seeing no opening, I left myself to my fate and charged to the center of the ring. The warden quickly approached me, readying himself to strike, and I struck him in the head with my fist. He evaded my next strikes dodging to the left, making distance between us. I began to circle him to the right when he lunged at me from the left, and I landed three blows, two to the head and one to the chest. Dazed, he became slow, and I chose that time to land the killing blows. Angered at this authoritative bastard, angered by the loss of my job, angered at the abusive detective who beat and arrested me, angered at the stupid fucking clown who put me in the entire situation in the first place, I landed blow after blow to the warden's thick skull until finally I knocked him unconscious. On the ground now, his eyes shut, my anger still boiled and piped like a volcano ready to explode. Unwilling to quit, I dropped to the ground and began punching him in the face perhaps a dozen more times until they called the match to an end, declaring me the winner. Overjoyed by the sound of victory, I got up and exited the ring.
In victory, I made my way to the nearby kitchen balcony and took three pieces of freshly-made sandwich slices and quickly scarfed them all down. After a few seconds, I began coughing. Then, suddenly, my vision blurred. I instantly knew something was terribly wrong! I tried to yell for help as I collapsed, but all that came out was "Help... HONK!" In seconds my eyes were closed and my breathing had slowed. A moment later, I was dead.
What happened!? Was I poisoned? Did the warden strike my temple while I battled in angered fury? Did I die the most idiotic death of all, having choked on a piece of bread?!
It appears that, according to allegations, a station virologist had accidentally let loose a number of deadly viral infections. The Honk virus, a brain-eating virus, and a number of others. From my symptoms, I was most likely hit with at least 3 of the many viruses that threatened to annihilate our station's crew. The Warden suddenly exploded in a bloody mess of gore and severed limbs, while dozens of crew members dropped dead in the halls. Between explosions of gore and dropping bodies, the vast majority of the crew died minutes after I did.
Apparently, I was the first or one of the first casualties. From there, the entire station spiraled into a centrifugal fuckhole of blood, guts, biohazard lights and death.
May the gods have mercy on our thrice-damned souls.
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Game: Spacestation 13, /tg/ server, with maybe 60-70 players.
I had just had the Bay12 server crash just before I assassinated the captain, and I was pissed. Volunteered as a first-time chemist, where I had no damn idea what I was doing. Someone asked me to make some sort of chemical, I assumed it wasn't an issue, until the person asked for chemicals and access to the chemistry lab himself. The man being a clown, I felt a bit iffy and told him to bugger off after that. Threw a random bottle of sulfuric acid or some such at the desk and he walked off. Soon enough, a detective shows up, asks me something, and then a minute later appears at the southern door and shoots me, stuns me, cuffs me, and drags me to the brig. Everyone in the station throws a bloody fucking uproar and, when some random guy cuts the detective off, he shoots the guy and shoots me again as well. After he brigs me, I get released a bit later. Don't want to touch any more chemicals to avoid trouble so I head to the bar. Fight the warden, kick his ass even though my laptop's left-click button is caved in and barely works, and then, sudden station-wide death.
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