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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[herds]

[ no one else thinks to hit on the guy toting his gun around. nor do they likely possess the ability to single out his dadliness and pair him with the corresponding person that he knew from her ship. it's a frightening ability, but one that doesn't stop him from being Intimidating Dad, regardless of it not working or not. ]

Okay, first of all? [ HOW DOES HE EVEN ADDRESS HER WORD VOMIT IN A TIMELY MANNER. ] You started a bit early if you already have a son. Secondly, I'm not trying anything. I need you to... I need you to make a bit more sense for me. You're hurting my head.

[ so much so that he has to pinch his nose and step back. it's the part where she says Liz's body was stored in someone's inventory that makes his brain want to explode. talk about an info dump. ]