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

[al2955]

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_

Comments

[douchemag]

Jason has a dad?

[what the fuck he always just assumed that the guy sprang out of nowhere as a full-grown jerk!!]

Man, as hilarious as it would be watching him cry all over his datapad, no one else here has any clue how to fly the damn ship. Though if you're really desperate, it doesn't look that hard. We just gotta press a bunch of random buttons and flip a couple switches, right?

[batsuits]

Yes.

[ you have to be a tiny jerk to become a big jerk, judar. that's how this works. ]

... Please don't do that. My patience isn't that thin.

[ even bruce, no matter how desperate he is, knows better than that. oh dear god. ]

[douchemag]

Don't suppose you got any baby pics you can send over, do you? You know. As proof you're who you say you are and all that shit. Or hilarious stories, that'll work too.

[please send them all the baby robin pics bruce please do it]

Whaaaat, I'm sure it'll be fine. We're just flying into the eye of some massive space demon, what could go wrong?

[batsuits]

[ he has one picture but it's in costume and definitely not something he's sharing, nope. ]

Sorry, left all my photo albums back home. Maybe next time.

[ he doesn't have to prove himself to strangers, okay. he just had to get jason to STOP BEING AN ASS. ]

You're not really trying to help here, are you?