WEEK 1 - Online

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (1)

monday (41) survivors It had been three days since you had awoken. The ship was still quiet, except for the low hums of enigmatic machines with no apparent purpose. You awake, like usual, to dim lighting and poor rations. Perhaps being on the ship had grown monotonous — it was, perhaps, amazing how little anything seemed to happen in space, a final frontier of malaise. That monotony is crushed by a voice echoing through the narrow hallways. Reformatting . . . Reformatting . . . Reformatting complete. The Pygmalion is online. Welcome, travelers. Please assemble in the meeting room. Your presence is mandatory. Silence falls once again. A minute or so passes, and the lights around the ship finally brighten, the walls looking more alive and more unfamiliar — as if you must relearn the ship's interior once again. The robots on deck begin to make rounds, nudging and pushing at the ship's passengers to make their way to the meeting room. You hear the doors behind you lock. It seems there is only one path to take. ENTER COMMAND_

Comments

[parodeity]

Man, you're completely an honors student.

[ CALLED IT ]

[breakshot]

That's what you're focusing on?!

[ well like. HE'S NOT WRONG but priorities. where are they. ]

[parodeity]

Well, I'm also getting the feeling you aren't from MY middle ages...but yeah no the honors student thing is the most important fact here.

[ do u disagree ]

[breakshot]

[ stoppppppp leave him alone ]

You know, I'm beginning to question where your priorities lie. Have you seen some of these other skills listed?

[ emphasis on "seen" there is one guy with mass murder and another with stalking. if they're jokes (please be jokes), they're not funny at all! ]

[parodeity]

Yeah. Lots of murder, not all that encouraging.

[ he shrugs. ]

Also kinda par for the course.

[breakshot]

Murder isn't what I'd call par for the course!

[ what a sweet summer child he is, not aware of what's about to go down minutes from now. ]

[parodeity]

Dude, you're apparently from a military academy.

[breakshot]

... What about it?

[ that's not the same thing dude? ]

[parodeity]

So...don't you learn murdery skills there?

[ it's a military thing is that not a thing ]