Medals AjoeieCuppiewuppie can earn in
his favorite games, and all games in which AjoeieCuppiewuppie has already earned some medals
|
1.21 Jiggawatts
|
421
|
:10bux:
| Entrusted with the secret. |
|
A Holly Jolly Spacemas
| Spent your Spacemas being beaten to death with toolboxes. |
|
A shocking demise
| As an Arcfiend, stop six hearts in a single shift. |
|
Better to burn out, than fade away
|
Blob everywhere!
| As a blob, grow your blob tile count to the number required by your objective required size. |
|
Block Stacker
|
Bombini is Missing!
|
Brown Pants
| Show no fear in the face of battle. |
|
Bury the Dead
|
Button Pusher
|
Captain's Log
|
Chevalier du Sorbet
| Deliver the Magma King his Just Desserts |
|
Contributor
|
Cream of the Crop
| Lemme tell ya somethin' right now... |
|
DUI
|
Dangerous Game
| You're not allowed to complain if your crew mates beat you to death. |
|
Deep Freeze
| A dangerous vice to fulfill. |
|
Dracula Jr.
|
Expendable
| The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive. |
|
Format Complete
| AI, what are your current laws? |
|
For Your Ohm Good
|
Fun Times
|
Glass ceiling
|
Go away! 'Batin!
| Frito Pendejo, public defender. |
|
Good feasting
| As a werewolf, reach your objective number of victims fed on. |
|
Goo Gone
|
Guerrier Du Gelato
|
honk HONK mother FU-
|
I don't give a shit
| Literally seriously, I can't. |
|
I'm in
|
Helios
| Just havin' a good time, chillin' out. |
|
Illuminated
| Old-school chemist's club. |
|
It's not 'Door to Heaven'
|
Is it really that time again?
|
Law 1: Don't be an asshat
| Asimov's laws were always a little behind. |
|
Many names, many faces
| As a changeling, absorb your objective required number of victim absorptions and make it back to Centcom alive. |
|
Master of Unlocking
| Performed the steps required to unlock the Good Ending from the solarium riddle. |
|
Meth is a hell of a drug
|
My Bologna Has A First Name
| And it's O-NO HELP GET IT OFF GET IT OFF AAA |
|
Neither fashionable noir stylish
|
Nero
|
Newton's Crew
|
Oh, Doctor!
|
Ol' buddy ol' pal
| I really admire how you stack the odds against yourself! Yeah, make things challenging! |
|
Old Enemy
| Tensions between Nanotrasen and the Syndicate are reaching a boiling point. |
|
One Armed Bandit
|
Original Sin
|
OW! MY BALLS!
| Some places just can't take the pain. |
|
Party Hard
| You were the life of the party, before your own life got taken away. |
|
Patchwork
|
Primordial
|
Progenitor
|
Puerile humour
|
Quit Cloning Around
|
Reefer Madness
|
Remember to Wash Behind the Antennae
|
Sheesh!
|
Shit Fest
|
Shit for brains
|
Shut Up and Jam
|
Silent Running
|
Slow Burn
|
Spaceship of Theseus
| Despite all that, you're still in the same boat. |
|
Suitable? How about the Oubliette?!
|
Thank You, Bus Driver!
| It never hurts to be polite! |
|
That tasted funny
|
The Syndicate Connection
| Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. |
|
Tinkerer
|
Tipsy
|
This station is ours!
| As a head revolutionary, live to see your revolution come to a success! |
|
Too Cool
|
To the stars
| As a Flockmind or Flocktrace who has been in the Flock some time, successfully transmit the Signal. |
|
Too Fast Too Furious
|
Try jiggling the handle
|
Unlike the director, I went to college
|
Unperson
|
Untapped Potential
| Who needs magic when you've got skill like this? |
|
We didn't start the fire
|
What's this box doing here?
|
Where we're going, we won't need eyes to see
|
Where's the smoking gun?
|
You're no Elminster!
| You might look the part but your magic's all smoke and mirrors. |
|
You're a mean one...
| You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel. |
|
| |
