So on a whim, I boot up SS13 and start a game. Little did I realize that my job preferences didn't stick so I got a job at random.
Clown.
Traitor.
Clown Traitor.
Objective: Kill the Head of Security.
Okay then.
While I'm no stranger to clowning around, I've never been a traitor before, so I'm conflicted. Should I follow this new path as traitor which runs contradictory to the antics of true clowndom, or stick to my roots?
Well, why not both?
So after reading up a bit on what to do, I decide I may as well spend it all before I forget to do something to hide my traitor PDA and someone sees it. I order a Macrobomb implant, a trick revolver, and a voice changer.
First things first, I grab a helmet that was lying around (people have already started throwing junk around or dying ala SS13), I stick my voice changer on it. I also jab my macrobomb implant into my own head, just in case. Then I follow the Roboticist into the robotics bay, steal some random robotics stuff and start juggling as if I were a regular clown. After he lets his guard down, I flash him, drag him into the nearby maintenance tunnel and force feed him my starting cyanide pill. Then I steal his ID and clothes, dress him in mine, and throw his body out the airlock. An idea came to mind and I went the flow from then on.
People have already started bringing in bodies to borgify, so I act as if I were a regular roboticist. I set up some borg bodies and pull brains out etc. When no one's looking, I pocket the brain and throw the bodies out the airlock.
About 20 minutes in, I've gathered a good assortment of brains. I head to one of the more populated areas of the station where the hull is particularly thin, welded the doors, and start throwing brains. When I ran low on brains, I started juggling the remainder. A few crew members were good sports and threw some of the brains at me, and I reached the point where I was juggling eight brains.
Now, security had gotten wind of this, and quickly came to apprehend me. After a short roundabout chase, I switched to my trick revolver and shot myself. At that point, all that was left was to "succumb" and watch as everyone nearby, including the head of security, was exploded into space gibs which then flew out into vast emptiness of space through the giant gaping hole that was once a station.
Since I was technically supposed to leave the station alive, it wasn't a victory, but I consider it a win.