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_

Comments

[baptizer]

[ That certainly cuts her off - she wants to protest playing God, but. Picking battles. ]

How about no apologies from the victims of this game? [ Because what the fuck Mr. Wayne, why are you apologizing. ] It does none of us good to good to just hold the apologetic weight when we're opposite sides of the same coin.

[ There's a tired, light shrug on her end. ]

Right. We're trying and - is there anything else...? I'll make sure Jason hears me, at the very least.

[batsuits]

[ because while this isn't gotham, it's still his job to save it. he frowns but fine, whatever. instead, he sighs and after a moment, he'll reply quietly with a -- ]

No, there isn't. Thank you.

[ and end the connection. great?? first impression. (no it wasn't.) ]