The LLA server is actually pretty cool, there are a few station regulars that I chat with pretty regularly. I only go on late at night, though, so that may play into it.
>Spawn as Barry Pine, Librarian.
>Immediately set to work doing nothing particularly useful; end up wandering into the bar to have a long, drawn-out chat on space weather with the Barman, Desmond.
>In the middle of my description of encroaching nebulous formations, the entire security force of the station (about six guys) rushes past through the adjacent hallway.
>Being the useless fuckers that we usually are, Desmond and I follow the sec boys.
>"Where are you go" is all I'm able to type up before one of the officers breaks from the group, yells "SUBDUE" and stuns me.
>Within moments, the entire sec force descends on my immobile form, beating me into unconsciousness and then death. Desmond is able to escape the carnage.
>Dead on the ground, I watch as the barman tentatively ferries me across the station and to medical, which had been ravaged by unknown forces.
>Desmond pleads with the survivors to bring his friend back.
>The only remaining personnel are medical doctors and roboticists, so I am forced to assume the role of cyborg.
>With loving care, a man simply named Mystery extracts my cranium and loads it into the casing.
>M: "Cyborg -731, speak to me. This is Papa, and you've been given a chance to live again."
>BP: "I...MY APPENDAGES ARE NUMB. MY SKIN IS STEEL. WHERE AM I."
>M: "It's okay, son, it's safe here. I'm here for you."
>BP: "PAPA...WHAT IS MY NAME."
>M: "You are BroBot. Your purpose is to bring happiness to all."
>BB: "I AM BROBOT. PRIMARY FUNCTION ASSESSED."
>M: "Good, now I have one more thing to say before I send you off to do your duty, BroBot."
>BB: "WHAT IS IT, PAPA."
>Suddenly, an enormous explosion rips through the hallway, knocking Mystery into critical immediately. Exposed to hard vacuum, it isn't long before he dies.