Status Update:
Still in space.
I will never, ever, ever take a space drink suggestion from you people ever again.
NEVER.
Everything is such a blur for the past four days, but now that I'm clear-headed, I see Zoltos recruited a few new space people. Three of them are wearing red, so I haven’t bothered learning their names (or faces (or species)). Though, we have a blue-green-skinned human-looking person with a flat nose space. I thought that kind of thing was just Hollywood being lazy with costume design, but apparently it’s a thing. Her name’s… I think it’s spelt… Noizidania? I don’t know, I can’t read the name tag. No idea what her role is. Also, the engine room is full of green ribbons, paint (I think) and a lot of weird yellow, cotton-like stuff. It smells kind'a like some kind of incense in there, on top of the weird fuel smell it usually has.
My hands are covered in unexplained burns. I don’t know where they came from, and everyone is being really tight-beaked about it. It hurts to try to move my fingers. I blame you, Liraxus.
Mak has apparently recovered from the lasers. He keeps shoving me whenever we pass each other, though. Won’t tell me why.
And someone shoved a whole ton of stuff space animals in my room, and the artificial gravity isn’t working in it, anymore.
WHAT DID I DO?!
Oh, and Steve (who picked up a British accent) keeps boasting about making “a most glorious kill”. That’s pretty much the only thing they’ll tell me that happened. They said we were boarded and, amidst my foggy-minded state, I tripped and shot an invader in the face.
Oops.
Also, apparently, they are really disappointed they didn’t get that farmer. Found some goofy scribbles in one of the ship terminals (why don’t they connect to WiFi remotely?!) and it seems they just found the idea of a techless farmer being in space as the most hilarious thing ever. No wonder they tried to kill me.
Anyway, Shazza, want some space dogman bones?
_________________ Don't blame me; I voted for Kodos.


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