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

[monsieurchatastrophe]

Oh. I think the "bf" is me? We were taking a nap in this pillow pile... Well, he still is, but obviously I woke up. [a beat] We're not dating.

[HE KNOWS HOW IT SOUNDS BUT LISTEN they just have a death pact it's Fine]

Mostly. It was also the whole... voice chat bit? But yeah, it was a thing with Dave's cradle, so you must've talked to Yuno and Judar. It was just us and Roxy in there. [there's a bit of a pause] That was a mess.