User:GreytideSkye/Sandbox

Guide to Money

or... Station Economy?

there is no fucking way that's true. that'd be so dumb. that'd be madness. I'm going to search the tg codebase for what actually happens Was right about the Protolathes, that money for Unauthorized Users goes to the department. Don't think the electricity tax on cyborgs for using the lathe goes anywhere.

• • ACCOUNT_ENG** has vendors including a "Bluespace Vendor"
  • ACCOUNT_SCI** has vendors, including the modular computer vendor. Papers you sell. There's a **setting** where *every node researched on the Techweb* pays the budget some amount "techweb_bounty" (250cr by default), and while the default parameter for "get\_that\_dosh" is TRUE I can't promise it's actually used.

There's a FULL_ANCAP mode where shit like cryopods charge money. (Fun fact, the default value for fair\_market\_price is 69. niiiiice)

• • ACCOUNT_MED** has the Medical Kiosk out front which always charges you 15cr *but you can use a multitool on the **board** to change this price*. Under FULL\_ANCAP, Med charges 10cr for cryopods, 5cr for Sleepers, 10cr for Stasis beds.
  • ACCOUNT_SRV** gets the cash from *all* the snack vendors. I **don't** see where the Tourist robots add to the department budget, so I think they... don't? (Double-checking on Skyrat's code, and nope don't see shit there either, but fun fact: LustWish goes there too) Which means the strategy is to *ask your Cook to **not** make free food, and direct folk to the snack vendors*.
  • ACCOUNT_CAR** is the big one that coders treat as **The Station Budget**. See: paying pirates, the vault, shuttle insurance (Fun fact: if you buy shuttle insurance but then the shuttle catastrophe happens, you get 8000cr) There's this gem: ||icon_state = "car_budget" //saving up for a new tesla|| The "galactic_grant" positive station trait gives you 2k-5k bonus here at the start. Contractor ransom (1k-3k) comes from here. Cargo consoles all need to know ACCOUNT_CAR.

Confirming: the tourist only gives holochip payment. The round-end number is a total of these holochips handed over, and nothing goes into the Service Budget from them.

ok update apparently all departments get (at most) 500 credits every 5 minutes, as per /economy/proc/departmental_payouts().

Delivery crates with a Department Destination give Payment to ACCOUNT_CAR equal to pack.cost,

LANCER-style writing: Hemophage

《 Resanguinated 》
The dark of the night pulls you, and the coldness of space courses through your veins. You once had a life, and have been shepherded to the other side by a specific individual. Your "Sire," your "Parent," your "Superior," any number of names they may have asked you to call them, each with twisted connotations each as unholy as the infection encrusting through your veins. Regardless of the circumstance, you have but one person to thank for your unlife.
With your leige, you feel...
Loved. Like Romeo and Juliet, your darkest love has led you to your demise. Unlike the play, the curtains haven't dropped. Having quite literally given your life to your partner, you persist in eternal unlife. Who are you without them? They have blessed you with the same gifts that drew you towards them, and the same dark urges flow into you freely. Are you still the same person they loved? Now that you are no longer their prey, are they still deserving of your love? Do they still command it anyways? The honeymoon may be over, but your eternal reward still beats in your chest. Til death do you part?
Collected. You once were a prize who caught the eye of an eternal collector who couldn't fathom anyone else holding. Why were you so valuable? In a fit of jealousy, they made you like them. Are you theirs? Are you just another in their collection, or their prized jewel? For how long will you keep your luster?
Saved. Life is defined by a beginning and an ending, and for some, that last bit is too much to accept. Through circumstances, you found yourself at the end of the rope, and were graciously offered an eternal extension. How avoidable were these circumstances? Were they truly your god's plan? Through whatever storm, you have endured. Your body may be different, and your life upended, but nothing can take you away. How do you face the dangers that drove you here?
Indebted. A dark pact, a contract sealed in blood. What did you gain? What did you lose? You have drawn your final breath and still stand here, obliged to reciprocate. What power do they hold over you? What powers do you now hold?

《 Infested 》
You wake up in the dark with a blistering headache, a sore neck, and an unquenchable thirst. Your head throbs -- no, it's more of a continuous ache -- as you wander around and find a light. It seems so much brighter than yesterday, yet almost repulsive. Is it the light you fear, or the attention? It takes a moment to notice, but your tongue itself twists in horrifying ways. Sharp, and not in the usual ways. Something is wrong with you. Something has been done to you. And here you are, left in the dark as to who, what, or why. Were you discarded, abandoned, or forgotten? This wouldn't be the first time for either, would it? Thirst wracks your body, and in your darkest hour, your first meal screams out for you.
Where do you draw from?
Science. You're not smart enough to understand, not at first, but you're smart enough to know when you're out of your depth. Lab coats, the herald of progress. Be it a hospital, laboratory, or cosplay convention, you sought rational minds and were greeted in kind. How long did it take for them to figure out what kind of monster you are? For you to realize?
Religion. You're no stranger to temptation, and neither is the church. If anyone can help you understand your urges and wicked pulls, it would surely be those dedicated to something bigger. Do you beg forgiveness, or do you take it?
Instinct. It's simple logic: you want blood, they have blood, you take it. Who you were, who they are, none of it is significant. How much of the equation have you discarded to make it all add up? The present, the consequences, the future, none of those are blood and for a long time, none of those interest you. You have a long journey ahead, to go from mindless predator to someone worth employing, but here you are, same as the others. Do you have regrets? Do you have hope?