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

[hatslinger]

And what, weep about my dark poetry? Please.

[ look you don't just have a goth phase on pandora (except sometimes you do) ]

God, I really don't feel like explaining this. It's treasure hunting! [ a pause ] With some twists!

[douchemag]

No, because it looks cool! Black's the color you wear when you want people to know you're a badass.

[who the fuck taught this kid fashion and how can we kill them immediately]

What kind of twists? Like you gotta fight a whole bunch of monsters to get to the treasure first? [Basically he wants to know if it's anything like dungeon diving where he comes from...]

[hatslinger]

Right. Noted.

[ except not at all because this dude was obviously lame as hell ]

Well.. Yeah. Exactly that, actually. And sometimes they're thirty feet tall and can teleport and it's really inconvenient.