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_

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[socloverit]

[IT'S FINE IT'S FINE SHE'S PULLING HERSELF BACK TOGETHER the ship is back to only its usual levels of turbulence]

Nooo, Aliiice, don't go yet! Pleasepleaseplease, it's been months and I didn't—I wasn't sure I'd get to see you again!

[she's taking this death threat with such fondness]

It'll be fine, it's smooth sailing, I won't get distracted! [these are all lies] Aliiiiiiice!

[she will definitely try mashing the call button alice come back]

[allice]

Stay safe, Clover. I mean it!

[And yes she will hang up. And any attempt to call back will only get this chorus to blast back as a response.]