diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_brazilian.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_brazilian.txt index c6201b456..6e52cc9d0 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_brazilian.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_brazilian.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_czech.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_czech.txt index e5bc8204a..f8442a6fc 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_czech.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_czech.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_danish.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_danish.txt index d4a7a7a1a..e7c08726e 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_danish.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_danish.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_dutch.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_dutch.txt index 8643219e4..70dd1c676 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_dutch.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_dutch.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_english.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_english.txt index 137cbd5c5..3d6a87d6a 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_english.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_english.txt @@ -2818,7 +2818,7 @@ // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." // annotation from Julie Duval -"rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." +"rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) // "eat shit" can mean a lot of things in English, but here it's short for "eat shit and die", and is basically used as a synonym for "fuck you". (i'm allowed to say "shit" but not "fuck" in the swarmopedia) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_finnish.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_finnish.txt index 83b1e7b99..0c3879ecf 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_finnish.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_finnish.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_french.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_french.txt index fccce713d..0e978028c 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_french.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_french.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_german.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_german.txt index ac31d4d46..e39188ae8 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_german.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_german.txt @@ -5365,7 +5365,7 @@ "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nDas Tagebuch endet mehr oder weniger dort. Es gibt eine Menge unproduktives Gejammer über Larven, die sich in immer unwahrscheinlichere Bereiche winden. Soweit wir das beurteilen können, hat er die Tortur nicht überlebt. Das hat niemand. Wir fanden sein Tagebuch verlassen auf Deck 2. Wenn ich raten müsste, würde ich sagen, dass er es kurz vor seinem Ableben fallen gelassen hat. Es ist auf eine Weise zerkratzt, die zu dem passt, was wir über Drohnenklauen wissen, also ist es möglich, dass er angegriffen wurde. Wir haben nie eine Leiche gefunden, also wurde er entweder gefressen oder er hat sich in die Abfallentsorgung geworfen oder so. Der Mann, der Jakobsruhe verdammte, starb relativ schnell durch Schwarm den er entfesselte, und die unschuldigen Menschen, die er verdammte hatten nie eine Chance. Wenn er versucht hat, das Feuerlöschsystem zu reparieren oder die Stromversorgung der Sauerstoffwäscher wiederherzustellen, gibt es darüber keine Aufzeichnungen. Es gibt mehrere Einträge, in denen die Bewegung der Larven auf seinem Körper in unnötigen Details beschrieben wird, aber kein einziger Gedanke an die Menschen, die er gefährdet hat. Ich werde der Versuchung widerstehen, noch mehr zu schreiben, aber ich hoffe, die Schlussfolgerung ist klar." // annotation from Julie Duval -"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." +"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRuhe in Stücken, Shaun. Friss Scheiße." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_hungarian.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_hungarian.txt index 639f3c0b3..7665ca584 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_hungarian.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_hungarian.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_italian.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_italian.txt index 01f01158c..38ed6f11f 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_italian.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_italian.txt @@ -5365,7 +5365,7 @@ "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "20/06/53, 17:53\nIl diario finisce più o meno qui. Ci sono molte lamentele improduttive su larve che si infilano in zone anatomicamente sempre più improbabili. Per quanto ne sappiamo, non è sopravvissuto alla prova. Nessuno è sopravvissuto. Abbiamo trovato il suo diario abbandonato al ponte 2. Se dovessi tirare a indovinare, direi che gli è caduto poco prima della sua morte. È graffiato in modo coerente con quanto sappiamo sugli artigli dei droni, quindi è possibile che sia stato attaccato. Non abbiamo mai trovato un corpo, quindi o è stato divorato o è riuscito a gettarsi nel tritarifiuti o qualcosa del genere. L'uomo che ha condannato Jacob's Rest è morto relativamente presto a causa dello Sciame che ha scatenato e le persone innocenti che ha condannato non hanno mai avuto una possibilità. Se si è sforzato di riparare il sistema di soppressione degli incendi o di ripristinare l'alimentazione dei depuratori di ossigeno, non c'è nessuna prova che lo dimostri. Ci sono diverse voci che descrivono il movimento delle larve sul suo corpo con dettagli francamente inutili, ma non c'è un attimo di considerazione per le persone che ha messo in pericolo. Resisterò alla tentazione di fare ulteriori commenti, ma spero che la conclusione sia chiara." // annotation from Julie Duval -"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." +"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "20/06/53, 23:01\nRiposa in pezzi, Shaun. Pezzo di merda." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_japanese.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_japanese.txt index f840cdcb7..9cca284ca 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_japanese.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_japanese.txt @@ -5365,7 +5365,7 @@ "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "53年06月20日、17:53\n記録は大体これで終わりね。グラブが生理的に嫌な部分に段々と這い進んでくる事について非生産的な愚痴も沢山あるけど。現時点で言えるのは、彼はこの苦難を生き延びることはできなかった。誰もかもがね。私達は2番デッキでやつの記録を発見したわ。推測するに、彼は最後を迎える前に記録装置を落としてしまったんじゃないかしら。ドローンの爪の形と一致する引っかき傷もあるから、ドローンに襲われた可能性もあるわ。彼の死体は見つからなかったから、食べられてしまったかゴミ処理装置に身投げしたとかそんな所でしょうね。ヤコブの休息地を破滅に追いやった男は自ら引き起こしたエイリアン大発生の比較的早い段階で死んでいて、何も知らない人々が助かる可能性は無かったのね。もし彼が少しでも消火システムを直そうとしたり酸素再利用装置の電源を復旧させようとしていたら、それについての記録が残っていたはずだけど一切それは無かった。グラブが身体の回りで動く事についてのはっきり言って無駄な程詳しい記録が複数あるだけで、一瞬たりとも彼が危険に追いやった人々の事を考えることは無かったみたい。もうこれ以上意見を書く気にはなれないけど、結論ははっきりしてると思うわね。" // annotation from Julie Duval -"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." +"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "53年06月20日、23:01\n身投げするなら燃えるゴミは月・水・金よ、ショーン。クソ喰らえ。" // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_koreana.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_koreana.txt index 65df943ee..0c2326b60 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_koreana.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_koreana.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_latam.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_latam.txt index 63c50e631..090e9f603 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_latam.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_latam.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_norwegian.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_norwegian.txt index 0833aaa06..9bb0efbe0 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_norwegian.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_norwegian.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_polish.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_polish.txt index 742b00f0c..bc72e61a1 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_polish.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_polish.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_portuguese.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_portuguese.txt index 89c0b3d61..2ed1cc8ce 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_portuguese.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_portuguese.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_romanian.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_romanian.txt index 40ba1255b..c2a834957 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_romanian.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_romanian.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_russian.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_russian.txt index e8d81520f..2ada97353 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_russian.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_russian.txt @@ -5365,7 +5365,7 @@ "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "20 июня 53 года, 17:53\nНа этом журнал более или менее заканчивается. Там много непродуктивных жалоб на личинки, протискивающиеся во все более анатомически неправдоподобные места. Насколько мы можем судить, он не пережил это испытание. Никто не пережил. Мы нашли его дневник брошенным на второй палубе. Если бы мне пришлось гадать, я бы сказала, что он обронил его незадолго до своей смерти. На нём есть царапины, которые соответствуют тому, что мы знаем о когтях трутней, так что, возможно, на него напали. Тела мы так и не нашли, так что его либо сожрали, либо он сам выбросился в мусоропровод или что-то в этом роде. Человек, обрёкший «Покой Якоба», относительно быстро погиб от развязанного им роя, а у невинных людей, которых он обрёк, не было ни единого шанса. Если он и предпринял какие-то усилия, чтобы починить систему пожаротушения или восстановить питание кислородных газоочистителей, об этом нигде нет никаких записей. Есть множество записей, описывающих передвижение личинок на его теле в откровенно ненужных подробностях, но ни на минуту не упоминается о людях, которых он подверг опасности. Я воздержусь от искушения редактировать дальше, но надеюсь, что вывод ясен." // annotation from Julie Duval -"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." +"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "20 июня 53 года, 23:01\nПокойся с миром, Шон. Выкуси." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_schinese.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_schinese.txt index ffc779f45..2c23bd6be 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_schinese.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_schinese.txt @@ -5365,7 +5365,7 @@ "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "2253年6月20日, 17:53\n日记差不多到此结束。有很多徒劳的抱怨幼虫蠕动到解剖学上越来越不可能的区域。据我们所知，他死在了在灾难中。所有人都死了。我们发现他的日记被遗弃在2号甲板上。要我猜，我会说他在去世前不久扔下了它。它的划痕方式与我们对爪虫爪子的划痕相符，所以他有可能受到过攻击。我们从未找到尸体，所以他要么尸体被吞噬，要么他设法自己跳进废物处理装置或其他类似的东西。他死的很快，比虫群毁灭雅各布的栖息地还快，那些无辜的人民根本没有机会逃生。坦率地说，他记录了许多不必要的幼虫在他身上蠕动的细节，但偏偏没有任何他努力修复灭火系统或恢复氧气循环器电力供应的记录，他片刻也没有考虑过他危及的无辜的人。我不准备继续分析编辑他的日记了，我想结论已经足够明了。" // annotation from Julie Duval -"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." +"[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "2253年6月20日, 23:01\n下地狱把，肖恩。祝你永世不得超生。" // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_spanish.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_spanish.txt index 6f22f5c1e..d01a12c61 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_spanish.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_spanish.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_swedish.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_swedish.txt index 91ba9f01b..48429968b 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_swedish.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_swedish.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_tchinese.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_tchinese.txt index 588f00623..0a1051cba 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_tchinese.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_tchinese.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_thai.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_thai.txt index f71f1053e..a6c69f1a8 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_thai.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_thai.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_turkish.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_turkish.txt index da028e230..560ec3f83 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_turkish.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_turkish.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_ukrainian.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_ukrainian.txt index af87c05c0..26588028d 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_ukrainian.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_ukrainian.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces) diff --git a/resource/reactivedrop_vietnamese.txt b/resource/reactivedrop_vietnamese.txt index 3d5d1cdc2..7358fc1e0 100644 --- a/resource/reactivedrop_vietnamese.txt +++ b/resource/reactivedrop_vietnamese.txt @@ -5363,9 +5363,9 @@ // a hairshirt is an uncomfortable shirt worn as a form of religious penance. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cilice // "grubs in my hermetically sealed pants" is a vague reference to the English idiom "to have ants in one's pants", which is when you can't sit still because you're excited or nervous. "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_4" "Space suit works. Good news: plenty of oxygen. Bad news: plenty of bugs. The grubs are crawling on my face. I dare not open my mouth for too long, lest my dictation be interrupted by God's worst mouthful. I can feel them writhe and wriggle against my skin. This is my hairshirt, I suppose. I dared to try to save the galaxy with my research into the fascinating world of alien biology, and what do I get for it? Twelve-inch larvae squirming in my underwear while the air turns toxic. I can't wait to reach the escape shuttle and get the hell out of here. The fires are only going to make this place more hostile as time marches relentlessly on. I just have to make my way to Timor Station with grubs in my hermetically sealed pants." - "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." // annotation from Julie Duval - "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire supression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." + "[english]rd_so_paragraph_grub_5" "06/20/53, 17:53\nThe journal more or less ends there. There's a lot of unproductive complaining about grubs squirming into increasingly anatomically unlikely areas. As far as we can tell, he didn't survive the ordeal. No one did. We found his journal abandoned on Deck 2. If I had to guess, I'd say he dropped it shortly before his demise. It's scratched in a way that's consistent with what we know about drone claws, so it's possible he was attacked. We never found a body, so he either got himself devoured or managed to throw himself into the waste disposal or something. The man who doomed Jacob's Rest died relatively quickly to the swarm he unleashed and the innocent people he doomed never had a chance. If he made any effort to repair the fire suppression system or restore power to the oxygen scrubbers, there's no record of it anywhere. There are multiple entries outlining the movement of grubs on his body in frankly unnecessary detail, but not a moment's consideration for the people he imperiled. I will resist the temptation to editorialize further, but I hope the conclusion is clear." "rd_so_paragraph_grub_6" "06/20/53, 23:01\nRest in pieces, Shaun. Eat shit." // annotation from Helvetica Scenario, who is (justifiably) very angry and is being dragged away from the keyboard by Julie Duval. // "rest in pieces" is a play on "rest in peace". "Rest In Peace" (often shortened to RIP, originally the Latin "requiescat in pace") is the stereotypical thing to say when someone dies, often seen written on gravestones and the like. "Rest in pieces" is a pun, here used to disrespect the dead (who may or may not have literally been torn to pieces)