WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.

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the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (13)

sunday (41) survivors Something in the air breaks, shattering from deep within space itself - and to accompany that sensation is a psychic scream. The ship shakes, coming to a screeching halt as a bright light explodes outside it. It pulses, not unlike a heartbeat, that crawls and crawls along at a slow, grueling pace. The last illusion has been broken, the last mental tie severed and crushed. You've done well up until now, and you can reap the benefits of Her labor; the dead walk among you, after all, and as Her scream rings out, a burst of energy shoots through the residents of the Pygmalion. It's clearly a desperate bid, but it doesn't root itself in place. Instead, you feel lighter than ever - Her attempt to claim you has only unraveled the string that kept you in place. The 40% limit has been lifted, and you are at full capacity. The chains have been broken. Go freely, heroes. taken list profiles private conversations setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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[deformity]

[ mumble mumble feel free but keep the shotgun on your free side bc no one wants to sleep on that zzzzz ]

[breakshot]

... Thanks.

[ That's pretty much the answer he anticipated so he's just going to straight up collapse against the wall and get that shut eye, quietly murmuring over to Allen. ]

Get some rest. Aidios knows we'll definitely need it.

[deformity]

[ That's awfully nice of Machias. Allen nicely tosses an extra pillow at Machias's face, ducking into the sheets wrapped around him to hide his smile. ]

Mm. Your stress level must be a million times higher than mine. I'd say you deserve all the rest you can get.