<b>... I can feel the love! I dont want to die now! </b>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed's body jumps with each Jolt from the rod, the wound in the side of his chest spurting a little blood. <i> " I have got to be the most retarded person on the base, miscounted the rounds, but this. cant be it? where's the damned tunnel of light?! no friends and family to greet me?! what a load of Cra----AAAAKKK" </i> Ed jostles from the last jab of the rod, Ed hears the rod clang across the deck plating. <i>Come on Heart, start beating, he already lit me up like a christmas tree. WORK YOU LOUSY ORGAN!</i> *thump* *thump* *Thump*...
Ed's chest starts to slowly rise and fall...*
</span> <b>I checked every medical resource at my disposal, including an aunt who works at an emergency room, it's happened before. Sorry about this, i've felt like crap, but im better now</b>
<b> Ed screw what people say, we all love you here ^_^.
<span style='color:purple'> * Wipes tears that landed on Ed, he stops crying abit as he noties Ed chest move.* " Huh ?" *Checks Eds pulse.* " He's alive ! Khan ! Hes alive." * Starts crying in laughter as he sends another jolt into Ed and injects him with a booster needle.*</span></b>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*notices the body moving* "huh? WTH?" *sparks starts to scream happily* "He's alive?! Quick, don't lose him! Another jolt" *pours Vodka bottle on Ed's wound, trying to make it heal faster* "If he's alive, he'll feel the Vodka sting him"</u></span>
<span style='color:orange'>*switches to open voice channel* "P-Khan? P-Khan, come in. I saw a message about you leaving, what the hell happened?" *giving up he exits the simulator, here's some comotion in the firing range* "P-Khan, you here?" *sees Sparks and P-Khan crouched next to Ed, who is lying on the floor in a pool of blood* "Oh, Sh!t!!!! What the hell happened?!" *activates intercom on wall* "This is Private Anthony Wilson at the live-fire range we've got an incident here, get the med crews up here NOW!!"</span>
<b>Great. The medic he's standing next to takes a weekend off, and he goes and shoots himself. Well done, crab <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->:D Seriously tho, who gives a crap about whether people appreciate your work or not. I haven't even seen it yet. Linkage?</b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*Notices commotion in the live fire course, and runs in to see Ed prone on the ground, with Spark, Khan and Dark tending to him* "Holy ****, what the hell happened?" *Kneels down next to Ed and starts checking out his wound* "Damn. That bullet's gone straight through his left lung. How the hell did he do that?" *Unslings his med kit and removes a roll of suture silk, a tube of sterilising agent, a nano-injector and a cartridge of local anaesthetic* *Starts mumbling to himself about quantities, then places the cartridge in the injector, presses two buttons and injects a small quantity of anaesthetic next to the wound, spouting a string of profanities* "Did anyone see what happened?" *gently lifts up Ed's side, to check for an exit wound* "There's no exit wound. The bullet's still inside. Damn it. Spark, we've got to stop this bleeding!"</span></span>
<span style='color:white'><b>"This is weird. The guy survive hours in an alien-infested spaceship, then he joins the frontiersmen and tries to kill himself. Well, seems that's one thing he failed to do, and I can't say I mind."</b></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"You know, if Spark hadn't been here when he was, he might've succeded, xect. That's a cardiac stimulator." *pulls out a gauze pad and some clotting agent from his pack* "This should help stop the bleeding, at least enough for the station medics to arrive." *sprinkles a small amount of the clotting agent into the wound, then presses against it with the pad*</span></span>
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<span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='color:gray'> "Darrel, your so friggin mean. We've all seen the reports of people soon after these things trying to commit suicide or suddenly going insane. This isn't any different." *Goes and helps the others with Ed*</span></span>
<span style='color:white'><b>"I'm not mean, I'm just philosophically commenting the absurdity of the situation"</span>
Know exactly what you mean Ed. Just look at it this way, it's a community where everyone wants to be appreciated, and there's too few to appreciate. Guess that's the way it is. Coding is fun though, so I doubt I'm gonna leave that community, though I'm currently putting my mod efforts aside while I'm trying to put together a java program to help the DMs in the D&D sessions I go to from time to time. And the NS forums? no way in hell I'm gonna leave this. I think I'm more addicted to these forums than to the game itself.
Guess I'm gonna start out a real mod once the SDK for HL2 is released.</b>
<b>Xect you should do a NS single player mod <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> you have the brains and plots to do it ^_^</b> <span style='color:purple'>*Cancels the sim and begins to leave the sim room mumbling then notices everyone around Mr. Crab* "Holy Carp man what happened here? FF system decide to take a day off again? Those blasted things never seem to work."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Night, wouldn't the nanites destroy the bullet? We don't need to worry about getting it out, but it could cause more damage if it's left in there."</span>
<b>Great, my first time in the simulator and Ed decides to shoot himself. What did I do wrong in a past life?</b>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed starts moving a little and speaks in a low voice* "eh.. anyone catch the number on that runaway shuttle?"
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<b> I know, it's nearly impossibl to talk with a bullethole in your chest, but one, its funny, and two, i have about a gallon of nanites sealing it. And Dark, three letters L O L </b>
<!--QuoteBegin--Mr. Headcrab+Sep 15 2003, 12:46 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Mr. Headcrab @ Sep 15 2003, 12:46 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> And Dark, three letters L O L <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>I got the 'What did I do wrong in a past life?' part from Vice City, one of the overvoices from Tommy after one of the missions from Rosenburg.</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Welcome back. Just take it easy, the medics are coming. How do you feel?" *checks under the pad and, noting that the bleeding has slowed considerably, removes it and replaces it with a clean one* "Dark, I don't know if the nanites will destroy the bullet or not, and it's definitely worse in than out. That's why I haven't used any yet. In the field, I'd take it out myself, but the station medics know what to do better than me."</span></span>
<b>Doing a single player mod would be a fun challenge, if not for one thing: the main part of a single-player mod is the maps, and I can't map to save my life. Also, I'm not really good at that AI stuff. I'm probably gonna stick to multiplayer</b>
<i>Time is passing, after a bit of talking, the shift ends. Not that it changes much, except you don't have to be ready to move by the minute any longer (those of you that was actually still able to walk and had not yet incapacitated yourself).</i>
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<b> Well i'm learning to map right now, so i would be interested. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
<b>I don't have too many usefull skills but I'll help you guys out where I can with whatever mod you decide to make if any. And now, back to the story <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></b> [COLOR=purple]*leans back against the wall* "Well one shift done, no action, not even a sim game, oh well at least it was interesting enuff with ed almost killing himself" *smiles weakly*[COLOR]
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"oh well. at least i will be well prepared for next shift."
*looks at rota.*
"Great. another <i>[insert number of hours here, Xect]</i> left to go. Better go grab some more eats."
<b> Crab that's amazing your really talented. Anyway Ed for that injury i reckon you should be out of action for a day or 2.<span style='color:purple'> *Carrys Ed to the emergency room wit hthe other docotrs, filling in the forms before handing them over to the surgeon. Wiping the remaining tears he heads to mess hall where he sits in the corner drinkikng down his soda just staring at the same spot on the table ignoring everything going on.* </span> Feels like a social life game this does <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
<i><span style='color:blue'>*looks at the wounded marine that was just brought into sickbay* "Hmm and what happened here, let me take a look....by the way I'm the head doc around here now, just got the orders last week, you can call me D" *smiles and begins to examine Ed*</span></i>
Well I was gunna wait for someone else to respond but I'll go ahead and just eleborate.
<i><span style='color:blue'>*Administers some nueral-stabilizing nanites to Ed, sees Ed's eyes open* "Ah you're awake good. Well you did quite a number on yourself. Lucky for you all you fellows come with emergency naninte deployment" *chuckles" "Erm, uhh, I suppose it doesn't seem that funny from where you're laying." *grins* "Just get some sleep for now."</span></i>
<b>Ok, I'm not supposed to be saying this, but putting him on weeks of vacation might not be a smart call plot-wise (in plain english, he's NOT gonna have to wait, he's ready tonight roughly half-way trough your shifts resting period)</b>
<!--QuoteBegin--343_guilty_spark+Sep 16 2003, 07:03 AM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (343_guilty_spark @ Sep 16 2003, 07:03 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <b>Feels like a social life game this does <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> </b> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> <b>Anyone up for Sims Online? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> </b> <span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*accompanies Spark and Ed into the mess hall* "Wow. You really did a good job, Ed." *pulls the doctor aside, and talks quietly* "I'm no neurosurgeon, but if he had blown 3cm of his spine off he wouldn't be lying there breathing. Quit joking around, ok?"</span></span>
<i><span style='color:blue'>*blinks at nightshade* "I assure you this isn't the sort of thing I joke about, Ed quite literarly blew a hole through himself. Luckily each of those newly issued suits of yours comes with a an emergency supply of nanites that get released if vital signs fall below an acceptable level. Your friend was not lying there breathing, he was quite dead for....*checks his medical record, and then shows it to nightshade* "exactly 8 minutes, he was then revived breifly by....343.....and brought here, his life signs were fading again already. I've been a surgeon for on 3 decades now, and I have seen some gruesome things in my time, but as long as I am here I will make damn sure no one dies if they don't have to." *smiles* "To tell you the truth your friend really wanted to live, he fought hard, and could now use some friendly faces around him, so if you are done interrogating me...." *chuckles*</span></i>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Damn. From what I could tell, the bullet had gone close, but hadn't actually damaged it. Mind you, with the lack of exit wound, it's kinda hard to tell without the scanners you guys have in here." *heads over to Ed* "How you holding up?"</span></span>
<span style='color:orange'>*heads to the mess hall for some food, not wanting to be stuck in the med bay for too long, as he's leaving, he askes the others to tell him how Ed's doing later* *grabs a few musli bars and heads to his quarters* "Since Ed shot himself and so there was no sim, I guess I'll just play Counter-Strike 27." *loads up the 27th CS game made, fills a 20 player server with bots, joins Counter-Terrorists, buys an FN-P90 and a P229 and prepares to storm the warehouse with his nine AI teammates*</span>
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<span style='color:white'> *Ed's body jumps with each Jolt from the rod, the wound in the side of his chest spurting a little blood. <i> " I have got to be the most retarded person on the base, miscounted the rounds, but this. cant be it? where's the damned tunnel of light?! no friends and family to greet me?! what a load of Cra----AAAAKKK" </i> Ed jostles from the last jab of the rod, Ed hears the rod clang across the deck plating. <i>Come on Heart, start beating, he already lit me up like a christmas tree. WORK YOU LOUSY ORGAN!</i> *thump* *thump* *Thump*...
Ed's chest starts to slowly rise and fall...*
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<b>I checked every medical resource at my disposal, including an aunt who works at an emergency room, it's happened before. Sorry about this, i've felt like crap, but im better now</b>
<span style='color:purple'>
* Wipes tears that landed on Ed, he stops crying abit as he noties Ed chest move.*
" Huh ?"
*Checks Eds pulse.*
" He's alive ! Khan ! Hes alive."
* Starts crying in laughter as he sends another jolt into Ed and injects him with a booster needle.*</span></b>
"huh? WTH?"
*sparks starts to scream happily*
"He's alive?! Quick, don't lose him! Another jolt"
*pours Vodka bottle on Ed's wound, trying to make it heal faster*
"If he's alive, he'll feel the Vodka sting him"</u></span>
"P-Khan? P-Khan, come in. I saw a message about you leaving, what the hell happened?"
*giving up he exits the simulator, here's some comotion in the firing range*
"P-Khan, you here?"
*sees Sparks and P-Khan crouched next to Ed, who is lying on the floor in a pool of blood*
"Oh, Sh!t!!!! What the hell happened?!"
*activates intercom on wall*
"This is Private Anthony Wilson at the live-fire range we've got an incident here, get the med crews up here NOW!!"</span>
Seriously tho, who gives a crap about whether people appreciate your work or not. I haven't even seen it yet. Linkage?</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*Notices commotion in the live fire course, and runs in to see Ed prone on the ground, with Spark, Khan and Dark tending to him*
"Holy ****, what the hell happened?"
*Kneels down next to Ed and starts checking out his wound*
"Damn. That bullet's gone straight through his left lung. How the hell did he do that?"
*Unslings his med kit and removes a roll of suture silk, a tube of sterilising agent, a nano-injector and a cartridge of local anaesthetic*
*Starts mumbling to himself about quantities, then places the cartridge in the injector, presses two buttons and injects a small quantity of anaesthetic next to the wound, spouting a string of profanities*
"Did anyone see what happened?"
*gently lifts up Ed's side, to check for an exit wound*
"There's no exit wound. The bullet's still inside. Damn it. Spark, we've got to stop this bleeding!"</span></span>
"I heard something about an emergancy, can i help?"
*stays out of the way untill I get drafted into streacher duty or something</b> </span>
*pulls out a gauze pad and some clotting agent from his pack*
"This should help stop the bleeding, at least enough for the station medics to arrive."
*sprinkles a small amount of the clotting agent into the wound, then presses against it with the pad*</span></span>
*looks at watch*
"Hey, we dont have long until we go on shift. i'm gonna finish getting ready. Let me know how Ed does."
*heads off*</span></span></span>
Know exactly what you mean Ed. Just look at it this way, it's a community where everyone wants to be appreciated, and there's too few to appreciate. Guess that's the way it is. Coding is fun though, so I doubt I'm gonna leave that community, though I'm currently putting my mod efforts aside while I'm trying to put together a java program to help the DMs in the D&D sessions I go to from time to time. And the NS forums? no way in hell I'm gonna leave this. I think I'm more addicted to these forums than to the game itself.
Guess I'm gonna start out a real mod once the SDK for HL2 is released.</b>
<span style='color:purple'>*Cancels the sim and begins to leave the sim room mumbling then notices everyone around Mr. Crab*
"Holy Carp man what happened here? FF system decide to take a day off again? Those blasted things never seem to work."</span>
<b>Great, my first time in the simulator and Ed decides to shoot himself. What did I do wrong in a past life?</b>
"eh.. anyone catch the number on that runaway shuttle?"
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<b> I know, it's nearly impossibl to talk with a bullethole in your chest, but one, its funny, and two, i have about a gallon of nanites sealing it. And Dark, three letters L O L </b>
*turns pale*
*laughs weakly at ed's joke* </b> </span>
<b>I got the 'What did I do wrong in a past life?' part from Vice City, one of the overvoices from Tommy after one of the missions from Rosenburg.</b>
*checks under the pad and, noting that the bleeding has slowed considerably, removes it and replaces it with a clean one*
"Dark, I don't know if the nanites will destroy the bullet or not, and it's definitely worse in than out. That's why I haven't used any yet. In the field, I'd take it out myself, but the station medics know what to do better than me."</span></span>
<i>Time is passing, after a bit of talking, the shift ends. Not that it changes much, except you don't have to be ready to move by the minute any longer (those of you that was actually still able to walk and had not yet incapacitated yourself).</i>
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<b> Well i'm learning to map right now, so i would be interested. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
[COLOR=purple]*leans back against the wall*
"Well one shift done, no action, not even a sim game, oh well at least it was interesting enuff with ed almost killing himself"
*smiles weakly*[COLOR]
*looks at rota.*
"Great. another <i>[insert number of hours here, Xect]</i> left to go. Better go grab some more eats."
*heads to mess hall*</span></span></span>
*Carrys Ed to the emergency room wit hthe other docotrs, filling in the forms before handing them over to the surgeon. Wiping the remaining tears he heads to mess hall where he sits in the corner drinkikng down his soda just staring at the same spot on the table ignoring everything going on.*
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Feels like a social life game this does <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
"Hmm and what happened here, let me take a look....by the way I'm the head doc around here now, just got the orders last week, you can call me D"
*smiles and begins to examine Ed*</span></i>
Well I was gunna wait for someone else to respond but I'll go ahead and just eleborate.
<i><span style='color:blue'>*Administers some nueral-stabilizing nanites to Ed, sees Ed's eyes open*
"Ah you're awake good. Well you did quite a number on yourself. Lucky for you all you fellows come with emergency naninte deployment"
*chuckles"
"Erm, uhh, I suppose it doesn't seem that funny from where you're laying."
*grins*
"Just get some sleep for now."</span></i>
Edited.
<b>Anyone up for Sims Online? <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>*accompanies Spark and Ed into the mess hall*
"Wow. You really did a good job, Ed."
*pulls the doctor aside, and talks quietly*
"I'm no neurosurgeon, but if he had blown 3cm of his spine off he wouldn't be lying there breathing. Quit joking around, ok?"</span></span>
"I assure you this isn't the sort of thing I joke about, Ed quite literarly blew a hole through himself. Luckily each of those newly issued suits of yours comes with a an emergency supply of nanites that get released if vital signs fall below an acceptable level. Your friend was not lying there breathing, he was quite dead for....*checks his medical record, and then shows it to nightshade* "exactly 8 minutes, he was then revived breifly by....343.....and brought here, his life signs were fading again already. I've been a surgeon for on 3 decades now, and I have seen some gruesome things in my time, but as long as I am here I will make damn sure no one dies if they don't have to."
*smiles*
"To tell you the truth your friend really wanted to live, he fought hard, and could now use some friendly faces around him, so if you are done interrogating me...."
*chuckles*</span></i>
*heads over to Ed*
"How you holding up?"</span></span>
*grabs a few musli bars and heads to his quarters*
"Since Ed shot himself and so there was no sim, I guess I'll just play Counter-Strike 27."
*loads up the 27th CS game made, fills a 20 player server with bots, joins Counter-Terrorists, buys an FN-P90 and a P229 and prepares to storm the warehouse with his nine AI teammates*</span>