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I was on that ship with medical on the bottom, engineering on the left, bridge on the right, and security up top. I immediately imprisoned my security buddy and took his radio. The captain walked in and tried to resist. I introduced him to his new cellmate and removed his radio too.
The crew notices something is wrong. My prisoners yell on the microphone that I am a traitor, and my lynching has been sanctioned by the captain himself. I arm myself and murder two people trying to cut into security to kill me. The purge has begun.
I roll into the bridge and kill the guy there. I then run back by security, head down the stairs, and kill the people in the hallway. I run back up just as a medical doctor emerges from a room and shoots sleepy juice at me. He misses, hitting the ceiling. The mistake was fatal.
I walk by engineering and kill everyone on the first floor. I then walk down to medical and shoot everything there. There are only two survivors other than myself. One doctor locked himself into quarantine. The other is holding out in the reactor room. The engineer welded the door shut.
I throw grenades at the guy in quarantine. He dies. The medical bay takes damage, but the damage does not cause severe leakage. I escape medical before the bombs killed the doctor.
It will be a few minutes before the respawned crew returns. The engineer has been cutting through the reactor door to get into the brig, where I stored my prisoners. I had to run back and forth from the reactor door and the brig to try and get him, but he was too quick. Whenever I thought I had the upper hand, he sealed the wall between the two of us. When he felt armed enough, he sealed all entrances to the reactor room, and sat tight for reinforcements.
I could not let this stand.
I found nitro in a box nearby in the barely functional medical bay. I killed everyone else before anyone could try and use the contents, so I had a full crate on my hands. The engineer was too fast for me to catch with my baton, but I figured he wouldn't be able to outrun nitro. I opened the brig, ran back to the security door, and chucked two nitro inside.
The entire top half of the ship was gone, but I was far enough to not be horribly injured in the blast. My enemy managed to escape, but he was more injured than I was. We rushed to the suits. He got there first, and played dead. When I arrived, I got my suit, and was attacked by a stun baton and knife lying in wait.
He missed. I struck back. I managed to remove his suit and let the water crush him. Confirming that the entire crew has been killed, I allowed myself to die as well, with about half health remaining.
Chat was very hostile afterwards.
Gods, I would've hated playing with you, but honestly it is a very interesting story. You murdered the crew rather than blatantly destroying the ship, and the fight against the engineer is the type of tension that makes for a great run.
Ha! This reminds me of my favorite gaming personality, DNSL (DanielFromSL) who is a real psychopath in Rust and a few other games. I believe he'd love Barotrauma if he gave it a shot.
I think it takes a lot of skills and knowledge of the game to murder an entire crew like you did. It also kinda requires a pretty bad crew.
This is the kind of story I wanted for this topic, whether it be considered griefing or not. It was very well written, funny, showed the differences in how people approach the game... and offered an interesting look inside the mind of a spree killer. Great sci-fi horror story. Keep 'em coming everyone.
It was BTE mod (Before release it could be launched with multiplayer) and it was an Class A Outpost.
I was the traitor, my target was the captain.
I have made makeshift stun baton and cut in the armory through went room, stunned the guard, took his card and clothes and threw him into the prison.
I disguised as him and met captain at the armory entry, I have killed him and escaped on the docked shuttle.
After release:
I've bring the thermal artifact from the ruins to the airlock of Remora. I couldn't cut into ballast, because i needed to drop the artifact, but we were above Abyss.
We have succesfully docked to the next station, but we realised that the new guys from respawn shuttle opened the airlock while entered the ship, and the artifact fell into the Abyss.
Fighting against a good crew is harder, I will admit. When they show up, I do my best to give them a good fight when I feel a griefing urge. One example would be a captain who blew himself up with a grenade when I killed half the crew and was about to finish off the survivors. I'm sure he was proud that his gamble to stop me that round succeeded.
There was one crew that I found to be nigh-unstoppable despite my best efforts. It was a small crew - I think there was a captain, a security officer, and maybe an engineer or two.
"ez pz" I think. I did the standard way to mess with the crew silently - dumping the fuel rods outside and rewiring the junction boxes.
After a round or two, they discover my treachery. I move to more lethal methods - overdosing, shooting, and stunning -> welder mask. Even an attempt to explode the reactor. They became better each time.
Then came my final round there. I was an engineer. I happened to spawn right by the fuel rods. I stole all of them, ran outside, and dropped them in the ocean. I swim back inside, expecting to hear questions about where the fuel rods are.
"Nice try ph0ne. I saw you run out with those rods. I made a new batch when you left."
If I tried to steal the new rod, I would be killed by some heavily armed crewman. I just so happened to be near a locker with plasma cutters. A new plan comes to fruition.
"Where is ph0ne?"
"idk. I think he went outside."
I positioned myself under the sub. If I could cut a hole into the sub, it would fall, creating a far bigger hole in the impact. After the impact, I could swim back in and finish off the survivors.
Someone on the inside noticed the hole I was making on the bottom of the hull. The guy closed it back up as the sub sinks. As he did so, another guy found the turret placed on the bottom hull.
"Try harder. You can't get me here!"
I found a docking port under the sub that just so happens to act like a cubbyhole in the hull. As long as I hug the port while the guy on the gun shoots at me, his LOS will not let him hit.
The sub's descent is slowed. The crew spends a minute thinking about how they can kill me. The guy on the gun keeps me suppressed while I try to cut my way into the docking port. A guy on the inside keeps the door welded shut, but I'm persistent, so I go for the door hinges too.
A two man kill team swims out as I continue my sabotage attempt and the inside man keeps the holes closed. I notice the guy with the stun baton too late, and I am quickly crushed to death. The crew has a collective sigh of relief when the diver confirms my death.
After my painful execution, I believe those guys manage to complete their mission. So, happy ending.
Then I kept doing it until they realised I was rewiring the door. They were more concerned about me sealing myself in the escape sub than who was rewiring the door.
Next round I was thrown in the ballast by Security. By time I was allowed out everyone had left (it was 11:00 at night, most players seemed to be EU from what I could tell).
Not exactly the best here, but it was enjoyable for me and the other gibbons that were bored of nothing happening.
Before that, there was me, a bloke who fooled everyone into trusting him with the reactor and another engineer. 1 of us would reconfig the oxygen reprocessing unit to do nothing, the other would (well, it's obvious) overheat the reactor, causing a meltdown and I would release all the water it.
Note that this was without any contact, we mainly kept to ourselves. Hell, nobody knew eachover. We just knew what the other was doing and decided to go ahead and do it.
I ended up joining the server's discord out of curiosity and boredom. I don't know if the server is up anymore, I don't play Barotrauma often due to lack of interesting functions. It's basically "Keep submarine running" and there is little to do other than the occasional maintainence and going forth.
Right after undocking, I've met some husks and quickly killed them. There was only one tresher swarm and the bounty was good, 2000 credits.
I was trying to approach carefully, but I've noticed it going away, so I've speed up a bit.
When I was about to get really close I've saw a MASSIVE contact in the sonar, and I've knew I did encounter for my first time, a MOLOCH.
I was coming at a manageable speed, so I've tried to descend near any floor, which would prevent me sinking and being crushed. The first impact wasn't so hard, got multiple hull breaches, I've zeroed my throttle, and was about to rush to my guns when the Moloch slammed us so hard that I've lost a third of health and was thrown against the airlock.
I didn't even wanted to spend the current ammo, I've loaded the explosive and started firing on it. It was hitting his tentacles, and his huge shell was turning towards the sub.
I've spent all my ammo at it, and it would play dead just to slam us harder again. I knew we were going to die. I was still using a mask, then I've found a diving suit at the engine room with almost no O2. Rushed to the armory, got all grenades, a shotgun and then climbed toward the outer airlock.
The Moloch was raping my sub, by this time my engineer and mechanic were dead. As I opened the airlock, grenade in hand, it trusted again against the hull which was already wide open.
I've tossed the first one, right on his belly, and it did go off as I've hoped. It played dead, so I didn't wasted any more time and tossed the remaining two grenades. Hoping it would kill the huge monster.
I thought it was dead, but it started moving again, and then I've unloaded all shells I had in my shotgun, with just one round remaining it finally died.
That was so tense. I knew I would not make it, but against the odds, and a few more difficulties, I've managed to bring it to a station.
I wanted my friends back, to do a clean mission without a Moloch jumping out of nowhere ruining my day, so instead of docking, I've just quit and reloaded. Changed the route also, since the Moloch seems to be stuck in that course, just waiting for a careless captain like me to cross it's path.
This game is awesome.
A game later, while resting the sub with some flooded decks, one mudraptor (I guess) broke the hull and got to the control room. The AI weld shut it while I went to the armory to suit up. No one died, but I've shot the engineer in the confusion. In a bigger sub, it probably cause a lot of trouble.
Can it move between decks?
We set sail on the Remora and had pretty smooth runnings for nearly 25 minutes there were no major issues only small power cuts and maintenance issues that were quickly resolved.
It was going well except when the security officers remanded our chief medic and his assistant into custody and caused major bodily harm to said members of the crew. With myself (Captain) and everyone now on the medical deck attempting to defuse the situation between 2 heavily armed guards and the rest of the crew~ things were boiling over into what could be perceived as a riot until we heard a massive collision; and one ear piercing scream coming form the engineering room.
Everyone immediately cautiously approached the door as muffled screaming, snarling and shooting could be heard in the engine room then at the behest of my orders the security officers began to cut the doors open. Whoever was inside had welded the doors shut so whatever was in there with them could not spill out to the rest of the ship and cause a total breakdown of order~ those brave stupid men..
What we were greeted with could not be described with open words; the room was awash with what remained of Krazycj as he was closest to the door and presumably the one responsible for our ongoing safety. His body rent and torn except for the hand clasping the still ignited welding torch, with Mama Joon splayed across the engine decking akin to a tribal trophy display tossed through an open hall.
The security did not wait, they did not ask for orders; they entered and very swiftly emptied their weapons as 2 Necromorphs charged them with unnatural agility for their condition- devouring their still screaming forms as they disappeared beneath a mass of blades and teeth.
Panic ensued; the crew who had perished began to reanimate and surge towards the door with ceaseless ferocity like from ancient terran myths of great predators on a plainsland.
I climbed the ladder to the medical deck and ran for the armoury to find a weapon, something to defend myself and the crew with now that our first line of officers had turned on us. A shotgun would suit these beasts well and a pistol for emergencies- or anyone else I found still alive; though doubtful given the screams and radio communications. A stun baton struck me as I finalised my selection from the locker, the medical staff seized my weapons for themselves and cuffed me.. Traitorous b*^$%^"! Escorting me to the command deck they had every intention of using me as a shield to escape in the oncoming shuttle whilst guaranteeing their own survival.
Fortune does favour the bold and the two morons began to fight amongst themselves with one shooting the other fatally and turning to myself. "May as well cut me loose as you'll be gone soon anyways. Give me a chance to live at least, I'll go the other way." My desperate attempt at negotiation however succeeded and I was freed from my bonds and allowed to proceed to the cargo decks. Alone in the dark, with no company or light except the emergency lanterns and screaming from all around me I trudged to the left of the vessel and waited silently for my end.
Gunfire rang out, and shouts of panic from the command room as the shuttle docked with us. I ran back out to the hall to see 3 necromorphs spilling out from the portholes and fasten themselves to the medical officer- his gun firing wildly as he was eaten alive screaming his last bloody curses to the creatures. I had my opportunity and I ran; I ran with no caution and darted up the docking tube into the empty shuttle grabbing a diving suit before running to the command room to undock from our now decrepit Remora.
I was free, I lived and they had died. All because of ScumSec.
Thank you Krazy and MamaJoon.
(We were stranded just below the final docking point, we got attacked just before docking).
After fixing it i succesfully docked it and ended the mission successfully.
Needless to say i felt pretty ♥♥♥♥♥♥ smart and badass sealing certain compartments to manually drain them and working the reactor with a last fuel rod i found on a corpse, my team was pretty happy too.