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Groekee StoryMission Log 26
Virgon is in visual sight! Our trajectory is optimal, and the cryogenic pods awakened us all without any major side-effects. Rachel is mad that I interrupted her while she was trying to recall her dream. I wish I could recall mine... It seemed important.
But more importantly: Narfi is making me write this down, so here goes,
Groekee Systems Report:
eject pods 100% functional
foreshielding 20% functional
heat sensor 100% functional
radiation sensor 100% functional
storage area undamaged
left phase laser 100% functional
right phase laser damaged
habitational generators 90% functional
manual flight 100% functional
Year 2567 marks our arrival on Virgon
Storyline Dump(1) Set in the world of Lint, Juan and his brother Regnar are living in the corrupt pre-Renaissance city of Rascaline (full of rascals and scoundrels) training to be a member of the militia and a musician... When their lives are interrupted by a goblin raid. One of the survivors is taken-in by Juan's music-teacher Erdös. Meanwhile... An Elven exiled prince seeks to lead a Coup to power against the city's corrupt ruling-class. Racism, and a new Dwarven invention - the pistol - are two elements to be feared by the main characters.
(2) A guy is visited by two aliens who have the form of mythological creatures. Before he can freak-out, they tell him they are pacifist aliens who would rather not attract attention until they can receive a response from the distress-beacon of their crash-landed spaceship... The focus of this story is on the fallacies of normal human-ideologies that everybody takes for-granted, and on the false assumptions that people make when communicating.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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