before January is over… The iPad came out, I guess that happened.
That about sums it up for me.
Dec
25
Merry Christmas and Happy New Years everyone
(EDIT:NO I did NOT edit this posts timestamp)
Nov
13
A Serpent Guard, a Horus Guard and a Setesh Guard meet on a neutral planet.
It is a tense moment.
The Serpent Guard’s eyes glow,
the Horus Guard’s beak glistens,
the Setesh Guard’s… nose drips.
Oct
13
I awake from stasis on an ancient starship with a group of other people. I don’t know how long I’ve been there, or even where I am. Along with the others, I discover where we are and try to get some sense of bearing. Using a local starchart in the ship’s navicomputer, we plotted a course among the star systems to find something familiar to us. We learned that we had been in stasis for a very long time, hundreds of years. As we reached the end of the very small ribbon of star systems on the starchart, we find a space station that is very similar in shape and design to the ship we found ourselves in.
Our de facto leader, who bears a striking resemblance to William Shatner, decides to board the station armed with the modified gravity gun along with a man who has been considered by our group to be somewhat of a malcontent and a criminal, so that he can keep an eye on him instead of left on the ship while he isn’t around. Upon boarding the station, they find that it is very old, like our ship, but in even more disrepair. The dingy lighting and murky, choking air, evidence that the atmosphere scrubbers have long since failed, shroud hallway after hallway in deep shadows, offering no sight of any other living being.
Eventually, a few human remains are found deep in the station: grisly skeletons, covered in the tatters of what used to be clothing, that have been severely decomposed. This deeply worries William Shatner, since a station of this size could not possibly have been run by this handful of people. He decides to check the locked closet compartments they passed near the airlock they entered the station through. After both men set to work on separate locks, they eventually hear the heavy bolts behind each of their doors pull back with a groan of complaint on old pneumatics that desperately cry out for maintenance.
What they find is beyond their wildest guesses: closets, medbays, crew quarters, all converted into sealed freezer rooms, numbering several dozen by the amount of keypads that display red “locked” lights and still functioning. Inside are the bodies of the station’s inhabitants, frozen solid in near-pristine condition. Some are wearing medical gowns, but some are still fully clothed, either in their uniforms, work coveralls, or even day-to-day clothing. They are all hanging upright along the walls from huge movable hooks, the kind found in an industrial slaughter house, that hang from a track hastily installed in the ceiling following the bends and angles of whatever room they’re in. Some were prepared for the hooks with makeshift harnesses wrapped around their torsos under their armpits, but most are simply hanging from the base of their skull, the sharp hook inserted through the back of their neck and up. Some have their eyes closed, at peace in their icy tomb. Others’ eyes are open, the sheen of ice doing nothing to conceal their empty stare, a strained look upon their face, as if flash-frozen in a hurry before…. What?
The two men meet in the hallway once more after surveying the grisly rooms, exchanging horrified glances, a single word on both of their minds: infection.
-October 13, 2009 9:43 AM
(Edited for readability. This fixed-width layout really sucks for posts that are Wall O’ Text)
