It's louder than the alien screaming, so I'm gonna go ahead and say "good siren"!\n[[whatsiren]]
What possible solution could I have?\nIf I try to make a break for the exit, they block me, and they're strong as hell.\nIf I back off, they go back into this weird "standby" mode, just waiting for me to try another dash.\nAll I can do from this room is fiddle with these computers... that I don't really know how to fiddle with.\nDon't get me wrong, I'd LOVE to be more proactive about taking out my jailors, but it's not as if I have any weapons.\nReally wish I'd packed one -- or, hell, BUILT one from spare parts back at the caravel --\nbut I didn't honestly think I was gonna need to be packing heat for a shootout at high moon.\n<<choice [[Always good to pack heat.|alwayspackheat]]>> | <<choice [[Must be SOMETHING to compute.|somethingtocompute]]>>
I... I don't know.\nThere are tears running down my face, and I haven't even figured out WHY.\nIt's like my eyes decided to do whatever they wanted, throw a party before my brain had gotten anyone's RSVPs.\n<<choice [[Tell me what you see!|whatdoyousee]]>> | <<choice [[Take a minute, if you need.|takeaminuteifyouneed]]>>
All right. Here goes.\n<<if $crewburied is 0 and $capalive is 0>>I'm going to get the rest of the graves dug and inter the Captain and crew, which I think will be a really good thing.\nJust to have some sense of closure, you know?\nI want to come up with a few words to say over each of them. I'm gonna take a little private time while I work.\nI'll get back to you in a bit.[[delay 60m|everybodyburied]]\n<<elseif $crewburied is 0 and $capalive is 1>>I'm going to get the rest of the graves dug and inter the crew, which I think will be a really good thing.\nJust to have some sense of closure, you know?\nI want to come up with a few words to say over each of them. I'm gonna take a little private time while I work.\nI'll get back to you in a bit.[[delay 60m|crewburied]]\n<<elseif $crewburied is 1 and $capalive is 0>>Shouldn't take me too long to get one extra grave dug. Sad to say, I've had a lot of practice today.\nI'll bury Captain Aya with her crew. I think she would have liked that.\nI'll get back to you in a bit.[[delay 30m|everybodyburied]]<<endif>>
No, of course not. I could never forget her.\nBut if I'm going to keep the Captain's memory alive, I'm gonna have to survive myself.\nSo... I've got a beacon, got a turret. Need power, food, and water. Sounds easy enough, right? Sure.\nI've got the Captain's body. It's funny, with her flight suit and everything, I guess...\n...I don't know, I guess I just expected her to be heavier, or something.\nBut it's like she's just sort of... a shell, now. Like everything that made her who she was is just... gone.\nI'm gonna go ahead and rig up a field stretcher with a Mylar blanket and duct tape. Easiest way to transport her.\nI'll check in again when the two of us are back (once more) at the crew quarters.\n[[delay 30m|headingtocrewqsagain]]
Apart from those halls and their barely-open doors...\n...nowhere else in the ship is open to explore, other than (what's left of) the flight deck.\nLike I said, the instrument panels are trashed.\nNot that this caravel was ever in danger of taking off again, what with the whole "missing its engine" problem...\n...but it looks like it's all wrecked: guidance, communications, waldo controls. The whole nine yards.\n(The whole eight meters and change.)\n...Well, except maybe I spoke too soon.\nThere's a... looks like a proximity alarm. Panel appears to be intact. God knows whether the rest of the hardware is functional.\n<<if $zombierats is 0>>I don't think I really need an alarm system. Not like this ship is parked in a high-crime neighborhood.\n<<elseif $zombierats is 1>>I'm not sure I'm convinced I need an alarm system. I'm pretty sure I'm all alone out here.\nWeird, scuttling, "that must have been my mind playing tricks on me" noises notwithstanding.<<endif>>\nPlus, that means figuring out how to hook the system up to the generator. \nAnd that's IF the thing even works, which is a BIG "if."\nWhat do you think?\n<<choice [[Hook up the alarm.|hookupproximityalarm]]>> | <<choice [[Just go to sleep.|dontbotherwithalarm]]>>
Um. So. Here's something.\nOn this side of the crater, there's a little ridge.\nAnd on that little ridge, there are more little pieces of metal.\nLike, SEVERAL more.\nAnd then, just on the other side of that little ridge -- where you can't see it until you've crested the little ridge --\nThere's, um...\n...there's a spaceship.\n[[delay 1m|discoveredship]]
This is a terrible idea. I just want that on the record.\nThat way, when they find my body all chopped in half with a space chainsaw or whatever, I get to say "I told you so."\n(Hey, I'll be dead. I'll have to take my little victories where I can get them.)\nOkay. Okay. So, I'm back in the main corridor, with all the debris all over the place, and I'm just trying to be careful so I don't--\n[[delay 1m|ginnyincaravel]]
Hey. Uh... sorry about that.\nEmotions are running a little high on this end.\nThe truth is, you're right. I DO need to keep it together if I have a prayer of getting rescued.\nThe, uh... it's awful that the Captain died, but it happens. All the blood she'd lost, it may have been a mercy.\nSo. Me, I'm alive, let's figure out where to go from here.\n<<choice [[Just keep moving forward.|movingonforcap]]>> | <<choice [[Never forget her.|dontforgetcap]]>>
All right. I'll suffer in silence.\n(Who am I kidding? I've hardly done ANYTHING in silence since I got here.)\n[[longslowtrek]]
<<if $rations is 1>>\nAnyway, at least I've got rations to get the taste out of my mouth.\nI'm thinkin' a little maple sausage -- closest thing to breakfast in these pouches.\nLet me chow down and freshen up as best I can. I'll drop you a line in a few minutes. [[delay 15m|afterbreakfast]]\n<<elseif $ratpellets is 1 and $rations is 0>>\nAnyway, rat pellets don't taste much better...\n...but I gotta do SOMETHING to get this weird flavor out of my mouth.\nLet me choke enough of these down to keep body and soul together.\nMaybe I'll try and freshen up with what water I've got, too. I'll drop you a line in a few minutes. [[delay 15m|afterbreakfast]]\n<<else>>\nAnyway. Wish I'd found any kind of food yesterday.\nNot just because I'm weak as hell and my stomach is starting to eat itself...\n...but because I'd love to have something to get this weird taste out of my mouth.\nI'm gonna poke around one last time, see if I can find anything at all to eat.\nThere's that corridor that branches off to the lab and the galley (the door to which is burnt pretty severely).\nOr else I can keep hunting through the rest of the ship.\n<<choice [[Try that corridor|trythatcorridor]]>> | <<choice [[Try the rest of the ship.|trytherest]]>><<endif>>
"Casual"?\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>Like I'm, what, a James Bond villain, welcoming these four people to my super-secret lair inside a hollowed-out mountain?\n<<else>>Like I'm, what, a James Bond villain, welcoming these five people to my super-secret lair inside a hollowed-out mountain?<<endif>>\n(Well, yeah, actually...)\nAlthough, for all I know, this is THEIR super-secret lair, and I'm just crashing their party.\nWhat if I'M the James Bond in this scenario? That'd be a first for me.\nI don't understand the rules of baccarat, and martinis make me gag. I think I'd be a pretty lousy secret agent.\nBut then again, Bond is merely international in scope. I'm INTERPLANETARY.\n<<choice [[Million-dollar idea.|milliondollars]]>> | <<choice [[Take it down a notch.|ratheryoudidnt]]>>
[[youarewelcome]]
Capture it with what? I told you already, this isn't like the caravel; there isn't just a bunch of junk lying around.\nIf I'd known I was going to need a rat cage -- or a Mason jar with holes poked in its lid -- I'd have packed them.\nAnd an ashtray, and a paddle game, and a remote control, and some matches, and a lamp, and a chair. And that's all.\n...Uh oh. Computer's flashing at me.\n<<choice [[What does it say?|whatdoescomputersay]]>> | <<choice [[That can only be bad.|thatcanonlybebad]]>>
[[tellmewhatyousee]]
I know. I want to. I want to run.\nBut my legs feel so weak. I've been walking all over this moon for three days, on barely enough food to survive.\nSo much of me just wants to stop running. Just stay here with my friends.\n<<choice [[Those are not still your friends.|notstillyourfriends1]]>> | <<choice [[Stop looking at their eyes.|stoplookingateyes]]>>
Back again at the scary ghost ship. I'm not quite sure how this became my most appealing option.\n[[makecampatcaravel]]
Are you kidding me?! Like I want to go CHASING AFTER whatever that was!\nSeriously, you didn't hear it. I did. It was freaky as anything. Like, "Don't follow me into the dark" freaky.\nThat's the worst kind of freaky, in case you're keeping track.\n<<if $ginnycaravel is 0>><<choice [[Seriously, go find it.|keepexploringcaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Okay, get out of there.|leavecaravelnow]]>>\n<<elseif $ginnycaravel is 1>>I'm taking the ginny and getting out of here while the getting's good. [[delay 1m|leavecaravelnorats]]<<endif>>
Thanks. Seriously. I've never asked for someone to root for me just to make it halfway down a hallway before.\nThis must be what it's like to be elderly. Or blind drunk.\n(I certainly hope I live through this, so I can be BOTH of those things in the future.)\nHey, uh, listen... I know this is going to sound like I'm just stalling -- and I promise that's only like 20% true --\n...but something weird(er) is happening with the little E.T. that was inside of Wildboy.\n<<choice [[How do you mean?|weirdratthings]]>> | <<choice [[Stay the hell away from it.|staythehellaway]]>>
Behind the sealed door to the rear quarters, though, I... I found the rest of the crew.\nAntoine, Trotter, Colby, Adair. All dead. All of them, just... dead.\nI... I don't think I can do this. Knowing that all of them, every one of them... I just...\n<<choice [[Honor the dead.|burythemall]]>> | <<choice [[Just keep moving.|justkeepmovingcrewcapdead]]>>
Hot damn! We're in business!\n(Well, I mean, if you keep in mind that most businesses fail before they ever really get off the ground.)\nSo, let's play a round of Good News/Bad News.\nGood news: I found the ship's distress beacon, and from what I can tell, it's totally intact!\nWhich means, hey, maybe I won't be stuck here forever.\nMore good news: One of the defense turrets is still operational.\nYes, that means that three of them AREN'T, but there's only one of me to operate a turret, so in this case the math works out great.\nSo that means if the little green men DO come poking around, I'll have more than a smarmy pop-culture reference to defend myself with.\nBut now for the bad news: I've got no power for either the beacon or the guns. The reactor came down with the back half of the ship.\nI'm quite certain we didn't pack any extension cords long enough to bridge that distance...\n...and even if the reactor were right here, I seriously doubt it's in good enough shape to power much of anything at the moment.\nSo... I'm going to keep hunting in this end of the Varia and see if I can dig up some kind of alternate power source.\n[[delay 10m|captainsbodycrewfirst]]
Yeah, you know, that's probably a good idea. All this trekking back and forth, burning calories...\nI'm trying to ignore how exhausted I am, but taking a quick break sounds like a smart idea. Just a little catnap.\nOr, you know, the metric equivalent. A chinchilla-nap.\n[[delay 30m|refreshedcapalive]]
Ha! That's a very thin silver lining on a very large, very dark cloud, my friend.\n[[howclosearevisitors]]
Okay. I'm not exactly sure what to make of this.\nBest case scenario, I'm about to get really, REALLY rescued.\nBecause where there used to be one human-shaped human approaching my location...\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>...now there are four.\n<<else>>...now there are five.<<endif>>\n<<choice [[Go out and meet them.|gooutandmeetthem]]>> | <<choice [[Stay where you are.|stayrightthere]]>>
Ha! That's a very thin silver lining on a very large, very dark cloud, my friend.\nAnother big question right now is, can I find a way to override the targeting system before it fires?\nAnd sadly, the answer is:\n[[overridetargettwo]]
It seems to be working, actually.\nThey're in kind of a frenzy over the food, but they're quiet, and at least they're leaving Wildboy's body alone.\n<<choice [[That poor little guy.|poorlittlerat]]>> | <<choice [[You should get out now.|getoutbecauserats]]>>
Oh, thank God! It's so good to have human contact!\nIt's been hours!\n<<choice [[Who are you?|whois]]>> | <<choice [[What happened?|whathappened]]>>
The rescue team understood me! They got their helmets on!\nThat means -- I'm the ONLY potential host.\nThousands of eyes on me. It's... hard not to be drawn in.\nThey need me.\nThey're calling to me.\nThey're screaming. All of them, screaming.\nBut I'm starting to understand it. It's starting to sound... sweet. Like music.\nThe longer I look out, at this sea of green...\n...the more sure I am that I should stay here.\n<<choice [[Absolutely not! Board that ship!|absolutelynot]]>> | <<choice [[Ignore their eyes.|ignoretheireyes]]>>
This feels dumb.\nI mean, you've been a big help to me up until now. You've kept me going, kept me alive. And I genuinely appreciate it.\nAnd that is the ONLY reason I'm listening to you now. And I'm only barely listening.\nI'm going back to the Varia. This feels dumb. But it's what I'm doing.\n<<choice [[So do it, already.|variayetagainginny]]>> | <<choice [[Wait. Stop. I was wrong.|iwaswrong]]>>
Hot damn! We're in business!\n(Well, I mean, if you keep in mind that most businesses fail before they ever really get off the ground.)\nSo, let's play a round of Good News/Bad News.\nGood news: I found the ship's distress beacon, and from what I can tell, it's totally intact!\nWhich means, hey, maybe I won't be stuck here forever.\nMore good news: One of the defense turrets is still operational.\nYes, that means that three of them AREN'T, but there's only one of me to operate a turret, so in this case the math works out great.\nSo that means if the little green men DO come poking around, I'll have more than a smarmy pop-culture reference to defend myself with.\nBut now for the bad news: I've got no power for either the beacon or the guns. The reactor came down with the back half of the ship.\nI'm quite certain we didn't pack any extension cords long enough to bridge that distance...\n...and even if the reactor were right here, I seriously doubt it's in good enough shape to power much of anything at the moment.\nSo... I'm going to keep hunting in this end of the Varia and see if I can dig up some kind of alternate power source.\n[[delay 10m|captainsbody]]
There's another bright green block. Southwest of the Varia site.\nAnd... oh, no.\nThere's another one.\nPull back. Pull back as far as it'll go.\nSweet mother of...\nThere are DOZENS.\nDozens of shipwrecks, on this moon.\nHow... HOW?\nThis is... impossible.\n<<choice [[How many, total?|howmanytotal]]>> | <<choice [[Get out of there.|getoutnow]]>>
<<if $triedgalley is 0>>\n<<silently>><<set $triedgalley = 1>><<endsilently>>\nThe door is... SUPER stuck!\nFortunately, I am not above bashing it with scrap metal because, confidentially, I don't think we're getting our deposit back on this ship.\nI'm gonna keep at this for a bit because this is my best bet at finding rations.\nIf I can just get through... this... damn... door!\n[[delay 3m|stilltryinggalley2a]]\n<<elseif $triedgalley is 1>>\nStill... the door... refuses... to budge!\nI'm going to hit the metal door with other, non-door metal, in the hopes that the metals will become friends and the door will open.\nThat's how it works, usually, right?\n[[delay 3m|intogalleydaytwo]]<<endif>>
I... I think so. Patch and Runt stuck their heads out first, and I pretty much tripped over myself backing away from them.\nBut then Logan nosed his way between them, and I can still hear more scrabbling noises behind the monitor...\n...so I have to assume that's Wildboy, and everyone's accounted for.\nThis is... in an unbroken string of bizarre events on this moon, this one is right at the top of the heap.\n<<choice [[Yeah, no debating that.|nodebating]]>> | <<choice [[Do not get close.|donotgetclose]]>>
AAAAAAHHHHHHH oh my God are you KIDDING me?!?\nYou think this is fun? Marching back and forth across barren white rock, half-starved and half-crazy?\nBecause let me tell you, it's NOT fun. Not even a little bit.\nAnd having you out there -- sitting in the luxury of... of wherever it is you're sitting, which I assume is luxurious --\nand turning me this way and that on a whim, because, what? You think it's funny? You think it's cute?\nYeah, I think maybe I'm done with it. Because it's not funny, it's not cute...\n...and it's pushing me past half-crazy and into just full-blown pissed off.\nI'm going back to the peak. I don't give a damn what you think or what you say.\nMaybe I'll message you when I get there. Maybe not.\nDepends on whether I've calmed down by then.\n[[delay 190m|bigoldcrater]]
Man... you're a glutton for punishment, as long as it's somebody else's, huh?\nAll right, against my better judgment, I'll take another swing at it.\n[[delay 3m|intogalley]]
All right. Here we are in the corridor past the bunks again.\nJust like yesterday, it leads to either the lab or the galley. (Nice to know some things don't change.)\n<<choice [[Try the galley.|trythegalleydaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Try the lab.|trythelabdaytwo]]>>
I'd love to tell you that if you just clap hard enough and believe in me, I'll make this happen, like I'm some sort of space-Tinkerbell...\n...but it's no good. I'm even working the door with a piece of scrap as a lever, and it hasn't moved an inch.\nCentimeter. WHATEVER.\nI'll try again tomorrow after I've had some sleep, but for now, I'm callin' it. Back to the main hall.\n(P.S. If I make it back home alive, Space-Tinkerbell is copyright me. That's a million-dollar idea, right there.)\n[[delay 1m|backtomainhallfirst]]
I guess there's no point doing much more thinking about it.\nI'm just burning daylight, and I don't really know how much of it I have to burn.\nSo... off I go.\nIt's gonna be a long march. If it's all the same to you, I'm gonna switch off the comm for a while and just concentrate on hiking.\nTalk to you in a bit.\n[[delay 90m|stillhikingtowardpeak]]
<<silently>><<set $backofship = 1>><<endsilently>>\nAll right, I'm headed that way. If there are any rations to be found, that's where they'll be.\nThings look kind of messy, though. Give me a minute to scout around.\n[[delay 5m|crewbodies]]
To really consider all the angles, and ponder why you might have asked me to do something so illogical.\nAnd I eventually reached a place of calm, a place where I was ready to open back up the lines of communication again.\nIt's just... it turns out, that place is on the way to the peak, and it sort of ignores what you suggested I do.\nAnd by "sort of" I mean "completely."\nI'm sorry. I really am.\nBut there's something about that peak that's... it's almost like it's drawing me there. I can't ignore it. I need to go.\nI think maybe it's the key.\n<<choice [[What do you mean?|whatkey]]>> | <<choice [[The key to getting home?|whatkey2]]>>
It\nit hurts\noh god\nhurts so much\n[[submitanddie]]
<<silently>><<set $peakdoorway = 1>><<endsilently>>\nAll right. I'm going to try not to be thoroughly unsettled by this, but I have to tell you, it's gonna be an uphill battle.\nBecause the recession in the peak wall?\nIt's a doorway.\nI don't mean, like, it's a cave entrance that naturally formed in the rock, or that sort of thing.\nI mean, it's a DOORWAY. With right angles and everything. At human scale. Built for someone my size.\nBuilt for ME?\nWhat the hell do I even do with this information?\n<<choice [[Take a minute to process.|processtime]]>> | <<choice [[Go through the door.|gothroughdoor]]>>
Seriously? Are you trying to kill me?\nI'm all about paying respects, but I'm not looking for the next grave I dig to be my own.\nThis is hard work, and I'm burning calories I haven't eaten yet, and maybe never will.\n<<choice [[Fine. Rest a while.|takeabreakcrewfirst]]>> | <<choice [[Go check the flight deck.|walktoflightdeck]]>>
[communication interrupted]\n[date/time stamp invalid]\n[searching...]\n[reacquiring signal]\n[establishing connection]\n[receiving message]\n...happening again. No! This is the last thing I need!\nWhat do I do if the ship comes to rescue me...\n...and the peak decides to freakin' DISAPPEAR with me inside it before they get here?\n<<choice [[Don't be inside it.|dontbeinsideit]]>> | <<choice [[You're reappearing quickly.|youreappearquickly]]>>
<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>The proximity alarm just dropped from four approaching shapes to three.\n<<else>>The proximity alarm just dropped from five approaching shapes to four.<<endif>>\nTwo. One. Zero.\nBecause they're no longer in proximity. They're in PRESENCE.\nThey've entered the peak. They're in the same long, dark hallway that I walked through.\nThe same hallway where the rats brushed by my leg, before I knew they were MY rats. Back when all four of them were alive.\n(Are... are ANY of them actually alive? Carrying those green creatures around inside of them?)\nThe same hallway where I really wish I'd have looked for side corridors.\n(Places to hide in the dark; to plan my escape, unnoticed.)\nThe same hallway that now stands between me and the freedom of the outdoors.\n(How screwed-up is it that I'm considering the cracked, uninhabitable surface of this moon to represent "freedom"?)\n<<if $glowrods gte 1>>Hey, uh, I just had a weird thought. Can I run it by you?\n<<choice [[Sure, lay it on me.|surelayitonme]]>> | <<choice [[I'd rather you didn't.|ratheryoudidnt]]>>\n<<else>>What do I do now, other than just waiting?\n<<choice [[Go meet them in the hall.|godownhall]]>> | <<choice [[Try for a casual pose.|casualpose]]>><<endif>>
You and me both. If you're the praying type, I'd take some of those, too.\n<<choice [[You got it.|yougotprayerswarnover]]>> | <<choice [[How close are your visitors?|howclosearevisitors]]>>
Um. Listen. I'm just... I just feel exhausted right now. I just want to lie down.\nMaybe I'm being, you know, melodramatic. Maybe I'll be just fine out here.\nWake up refreshed, like I just took a brisk, cold, eight-hour shower.\nBut, uh... in case I don't...\n...I just want to say thanks. For sticking with me, for being a voice in the darkness.\nBecause this is about as dark as it possibly could've gotten for me, so... I appreciate it.\nIt really is beautiful, out here under all these stars. Thousands, hundreds of thousands of them.\nI wish you could see this.\nI'm... just gonna close my eyes for a little while.\n[[delay 8s|connectionlost]]
Right. Of course. There's no way I'd let the Captain die now, not after everything she's been through already.\nMaybe in the daylight tomorrow, I'll be able to figure out some way to get the beacon working.\nSome part of me thinks they picked the wrong science student for this trip. Or that I picked the wrong trip.\nEither way, this has gotta be worth some bonus points on my final grade.\n[[nightfalldayone]]
<<silently>><<set $frontofship = 1>><<endsilently>>\nAll right. It's gonna take me a few minutes to sort through the wreckage.\nA lot of the heat shielding was stripped on entry, but it seems to have taken the worst of the damage.\nMost of the instrumentation looks surprisingly intact.\nLet me poke through this mess...\n[[delay 5m|defensesandbeaconcrewfirst]]
<<silently>><<set $warnship = 1>><<endsilently>>\nI don't know. I could try. Just send another general message, the same way I did with the S.O.S.\nI'd have to hope they read English. And... I don't even know what I'd be warning them of, really.\nI don't know what's targeting them. Missiles, some kind of projectile? Or --\nNo. Of course not. Taylor, you dummy. It's a PULSE.\nAn electromagnetic pulse, probably. Some kind of directed-energy weapon, like, I don't know, a particle beam?\nGood lord. A strong enough energy beam, set loose in the vacuum of space, you could really do some damage.\nYou could tear a spaceship like the Varia right in half.\n<<choice [[Must be what happened.|mustbeit]]>> | <<choice [[Can you override it?|overridetargettwo]]>>
Aww. That's nice of you. I missed you too, eventually. Which makes this harder to say.\nBecause, uh, it gave me some time to myself. Time to think.\n[[stillexplaining]]
The generator's plugged back in and running the alarm system.\nNow I can scan back through its memory and try to figure out what broke the grid and set this thing off last night.\nBest guess? Strong winds whipped up a dust cloud, or even some small rocks.\nI mean, the wind gusted strong enough to roll my escape pod something like ten feet, night before last.\nI'll bet you anything that's all that happened here. I mean, it w--\n[[delay 1m|whattrippedalarm]]
No, believe it or not, I think for once it ISN'T bad!\n[[herecomesrescueship]]
Okay. Okay. I'm at the wreckage of the crew quarters.\nAnd, well, this wasn't totally unexpected, but still.\nI, uh... I found some of the crew.\nIt's... oh, man. Hang on.\n[[delay 2m|threwupcapalive]]
You got it. I'm gonna scout for the gentlest gradient.\nI'll get back to you momentarily.\n[[delay 5m|slippedcrater]]
Okay. I'm just gonna sit here for a minute, and try to breathe slow, calm breaths.\nI would eat something, but I don't feel like I could keep it down.\nI've never felt so nervous, so anxious in my life. My goosebumps have goosebumps.\nGive me a few minutes, and then... I don't know. I guess I'll be ready to go in.\nOr to run screaming.\n[[delay 5m|readytogoin]]
Yeah, all right. I get where you're coming from.\nNo point in wasting my few resources before I have any idea about these people or their intentions.\nI had been trying to stay optimistic. Thinking it might come across as a gesture of goodwill, a peace offering.\nIt'd let them know that I'm in here, and that I'm trying to make their journey easier.\nIf they turn out to be stragglers, survivors from another one of the downed spaceships...\n...I can't even IMAGINE how relieved they'd feel to see a gesture of friendliness at this point.\nMe personally? I probably would've broken down crying in gratitude if someone had tossed me a glow stick.\nBut holding off is probably smart.\n<<choice [[I was wrong. Throw one.|wrongaboutrod]]>> | <<choice [[Just wait. Act casual.|casualpose]]>>
Your loss.\n[[afterspitassessment]]
Yes! Please. I mean, I don't want to be a bother, but you're kind of all I've got.\n(Wow. How needy is that?)\nSo, uh... have YOU ever wandered around in a giant moon crater?\n<<choice [[Sure. All the time.|allthetimeincraters]]>> | <<choice [[Never had the pleasure.|neverincraters]]>>
<<silently>><<set $power = "beacon">><<endsilently>>\nCool. That's what I was thinking, too. Give me a few minutes to get that hooked up and running.\n[[delat 15m|powerbeaconcapdeadrunning]]
Whatever the ground is made of... it does NOT want to be dug.\nI've got... one grave. Pretty shallow.\nPlus, it occurred to me... while I'm working on this, there might be survivors in the other half of the ship.\nMaybe I should take a break and head over there to check things out.\nI'm all for honoring the dead, but it'd suck to realize I'd been doing this while someone else was still alive, huh?\n<<choice [[Check the flight deck.|walktoflightdeck]]>> | <<choice [[Keep digging.|betterkeepdiggingcrewfirst]]>>
<<silently>><<set $power = "pod">><<endsilently>>\nShe's in, and the pod says she's stabilized!\nBlood loss is dangerous, but not at critical levels yet, and this will keep the lung perforation from getting any worse.\nOh. Man. I'm not alone on this stupid rock.\nThis feels like a miracle.\n<<choice [[Don't celebrate yet.|dontcelebrateyet]]>> | <<choice [[You've earned a rest.|takearest]]>>
You're not going to believe this, but...\n...there's writing on the outer wall of this peak.\n<<choice [[Writing? Seriously?|writingseriously]]>> | <<choice [[What does it say?|whatsitsay]]>>
All right! That's the spirit! Let's just wash down these last few kernels of lab food, and then it's galley time!\n<<if $trycaravelgalley is 1>>I already know I can't shimmy through the crack in the door...\n...but I also know there was stuff falling out of the cabinets in there. So I have an idea.\n<<elseif $trycaravelgalley is 0>>Back through the main hall, and then down one of the side corridors...\n...and, hey, Good News/Bad News time. There IS a galley on this ship! And its door is ajar!\nBut it's... hnnnn... it's not open... wide enough... for me to get through.\nIt's a lot smaller than the galley on the Varia. And it looks like the inside of a galley-themed snowglobe after someone shook it violently.\nEverything is everywhere, just strewn all over the place. MREs just waiting to disappoint someone's palate.\nThe door seriously will not budge. But hey, all hope is not lost. I think I have an idea.<<endif>>\nIf I can find enough spare parts among the junk in this ship, I should be able to fashion some sort of reaching pole.\nAnd it won't be too difficult to make a simple grabbing claw that I can trigger from my end.\nGive me a few minutes to root around in here, and I'll see what I can come up with.\n[[delay 15m|reachintogalley]]
No, no, there's no time to "hold on."\nTime is at a premium around here. It's moving in ways I don't totally understand.\nYou and I might get cut off for a second that turns out to be half an hour, from where I'm observing.\nWho KNOWS what these Varia zombies could do in that time?\nNo. I've got to act fast. Are you with me?\n<<choice [[Do I have a choice?|doihaveachoice]]>> | <<choice [[Tell me your plan.|tellmeyourplan]]>>
The rescue ship has landed about a football field's length away. (A hundred yards. Not great at sports, but I know that one.)\nRamp's down. Rescue squad should be able to see me.\nHa. Ha ha ha.\nThis is... I'm laughing, and crying, and I feel freakin' DELIRIOUS.\nI, ah, I just fell to my knees because I can't make my legs work correctly, the stupid things.\nI'm just SHAKING, I'm so happy.\n<<choice [[You should get back up.|getbackup1]]>> | <<choice [[Rest there. You earned it.|restrightthere1]]>>
hey no offense but your advice? sucks\n[[delay 4s|connectionlost]]
<<silently>><<set $overridetarget = 1>><<endsilently>>\nI don't know. I'd love to, but -- unlike in all those B-grade science fiction movies I love so much --\nthere's no big red button with the words MANUAL OVERRIDE stamped on it here.\nI know enough about computers to torrent some BBC shows or program little "choose your own adventure" games for fun...\n...but trying to hack into this thing and override a weapons system?\nUnless the password is "password," I might be in trouble.\nDoesn't mean I'm not going to try, though.\n<<choice [[I hope it works.|hopeitworks]]>> | <<choice [[Can you warn the ship?|warnshiptwo]]>>
Yup. I'm just going to ignore the fact that my directional readout is going crazy...\n...ignore the fact that my headlamp has suddenly decided to fail for no reason...\n...ignore the fact that, if there were a soundtrack to this moment, it would be all shrieking violins and heavy breathing...\n...and I'm just going to go right back out the way I--\n[[delay 4s|justleavingcaravel]]
Dave Justus
<<silently>><<set $ratpellets = 1>><<endsilently>>\nWell, it's time to play Good News/Bad News.\nGood news: All my handwritten notes on the maze-running and food-seeking habits of Sprague Dawley rats in various gravities?\nThey're TOTALLY INTACT!\nSo you can stop worrying that this whole trip was for nothing. We got the goods.\nBad news: Their cage looks like it's been through a cage match. Half-crushed, warped from the heat.\nAnd the rats are nowhere to be found.\nI'd love to believe that they escaped into the ducts and that they're going to start repopulating this barren moon.\nI'm gonna leave my notes here. Who knows? In a million generations, these could be the planet's sacred historical texts.\n<<if $rations is 0>>Good(ish) news? I won't starve to death. I have rat food pellets and a half-full ball-spout water bottle.\nLook at that. I called it "half-full."\nFeelin' more optimistic already.\nSo... I guess I can count my blessing and snack on rat food for a while...\n...or that can be a distant "Plan B," and I can go hunting for people food.\n<<if $triedgalley is 0>>\n<<choice [[People food! Try the galley.|trythegalley]]>> | <<choice [[Stick with rat food.|eatratfood]]>>\n<<elseif $triedgalley is 1>>\n<<choice [[Try the galley again.|tryinggalleydoor]]>> | <<choice [[Stick with rat food.|eatratfood]]>><<endif>>\n<<elseif $rations is 1>>And hey, in addition to the rations, I've now got a fallback stock of rat food pellets and a half-full ball-spout water bottle.\nLook at that. I called it "half-full."\nFeelin' more optimistic already.\nAnyway, like I said, it's getting late. I'd better try to work out sleeping plans.\n[[sleepingplans]]<<endif>>
Yes. That's sensible. That's what I'd be yelling at the screen right now if I were watching myself in this movie.\nSo, here's some interesting trivia. I turn around 180 degrees to go back the way I came...\n...the compass goes around a few times before settling on the increasingly popular "north."\nWhich means that, inside of this wreck, my compass is useless.\nAnd I've gotta be honest, that's not endearing this place to me one bit.\n<<choice [[Get the hell out of there.|getoutofcaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Keep exploring in there.|keepexploringcaravel]]>>
Okay, I'll give it a shot. Honestly, though, this terrain looks pretty unforgiving.\n[[delay 20m|deadendforrealdaytwo]]
No. Not random bashing.\nWell, not TOTALLY random. Just hear me out.\n[[whatweapontwo]]
I just keep scrolling on this map, and I just keep finding more ships.\n[[howmanytotal]]
nnngghhh\ntheres\nno poetry\nin\nthis\n[[submitanddie]]
This is... just the worst. The Captain was the first person I met at Mission Control.\nShe just made me feel like part of the team, you know? Effortlessly.\nThat was her thing, she just knew how to get people working smoothly together. That's what made her such a great leader.\nI didn't... I didn't think twice about putting my life in her hands.\n[[delay 4s|capsgone]]
Hey, all right. This should almost be fun!\n(Maybe I should put "fun" in quotes. It's a pretty nerdy version of "fun," if we're being honest.)\nThe medkit has a couple of needles in it, so that's easy enough.\nI've done this before with a bowl of water, but it's not like I'm going to balance one of those while I'm hiking all day...\n...but really, the important thing is just that the compass face is able to float, frictionless, while it spins.\nSo instead I'm gonna do a variation, where the compass face is balanced on, like, a pushpin or a brad. Something like that.\nOf course, the most important part of making any compass is finding a magnet -- preferably, a rare earth magnet --\nbut fortunately, up in the flight deck there's whole bank of computers that aren't using their hard drives right now!\nA little bit of gentle disassembly (by which I mean, I'm gonna smash the living crap out of 'em with whatever's handy)...\n...and I'll have the magnets out of those drives and rubbed on these needles in no time!\n[[delay 5m|madeacompass]]
Things are... a little weird. Mind if I unload?\n<<choice [[Lay it on me.|layitonme]]>> | <<choice [[I preferred silence.|preferredsilence]]>>
...Ooh, boy. I think I used up all my enthusiasm, and I've still got an awful lot of walking left to do.\nI'll message you when I get to about the halfway point.\nIf anything amazing happens, though, I promise, I'll let you know.\n[[delay 45m|anythingamazingperimeter]]
I... look, maybe it sounds nuts to you, but I can't shake the possibility that these humans could be... NOT HUMAN.\nSome sort of native creature that sees me as a threat.\nOr, worse... as a meal.\nAnd, yeah, I know it sounds unrealistic. This moon hasn't exactly given me a lot of reason to believe it can support life.\nI haven't seen any evidence of water -- no rivers, no clouds. No vegetation that I've spotted, either.\n<<choice [[Breathable air, though.|breathableair]]>> | <<choice [[Those creatures earlier?|creaturesearlier]]>>
I wish I had your confidence.\nI mean, I KNOW this is completely psychosomatic, but as soon as I started thinking about the air possibly causing this...\n...it's like it suddenly became ten times harder to breathe. My lungs feel all achy and... and green.\n(I know, it's ridiculous. Doesn't mean I don't feel that way.)\nBut maybe I'll luck out. I'm a lot bigger than the rats.\nMaybe I'd have to take in a great deal more air before I start experiencing the side effects.\nNot knowing, though... THAT'S what's killing me, at the moment.\nI just wish --\nOH GOD hang on hang on hang on\n[[delay 1m|sickfromtherats]]
There's a lot of ground to cover.\nMost of that ground has cracks in it.\nMost of those cracks have alien parasites emerging from them.\nThere are about a million of them, and four potential hosts that I can see, including me.\nMe? I'm the one yelling for the other three to get their helmets back on, before the aliens get to their mouths.\n(I'm trying to do this while covering my own mouth. It's working... NOT GREAT, I'd say.)\nRescue ship's VTOL engines are firing. They know they're in trouble.\nAnd they're in trouble because they're waiting on ME.\nI'm never gonna make it.\nI'm never gonna make it.\n<<choice [[You're gonna make it!|youregonnamakeit]]>> | <<choice [[Less talk, more haulin' ass!|haulinass]]>>
Look, I'm scared, too. But I don't know how it could be any more unsettling than what I've already found.\n(If those aren't "famous last words," I don't know what is.)\nI've got to check it out, don't I?\n<<choice [[I guess you do.|awakecomputer]]>> | <<choice [[Just be careful.|computercareful]]>>
Okay, okay, good deal, I'll just\nOH MAN now there's way more blood than before! How do I, you know, stanch the bleeding?\nStanch? Staunch? I don't even know the right word!\nOh man, please stop bleeding Captain Aya, please, I'm gonna, I'm gonna look for gauze or something.\nI don't know. Oh man. Oh man.\n[[delay 15m|capdidntmakeitcrewfirst]]
I'm not sure how it's a "waste of time" to try to replenish all the calories I'm burning on this hike...\n...but okay, maybe I'll hold off a while. Until I'm SURE I'm getting closer to this stupid peak.\nIf you hear a loud grumbling noise, that's just my stomach.\n[[delay 40m|progressatlast]]
This peak, this control room, it's a command center for a weapon, yes? That's what the TIME TO PULSE is all about.\nI don't know what the weapon IS, exactly -- I'm guessing an electromagnetic pulse, a particle-beam, something BIG --\nbut odds are pretty good that, if it's powerful enough to rip starships out of the sky...\n...then all I have to do is figure out how to reprogram it to unleash on THESE coordinates...\n...and it'll be powerful enough to fry every inch of this peak to a crisp.\nIncluding the screaming green aliens that are running around inside the undead crew of the Varia!\n<<choice [[Hold on a minute...|holdonweapontwo]]>> | <<choice [[Can you really reprogram it?|reallyreprogram]]>>
Yeah. Okay. Fine.\nI would say you sent me on a wild goose chase, but this was somehow LESS interesting than that sounds.\nAt least on a wild goose chase, I'd get to, I don't know, chase a wild goose.\nHere? I just walked a lot in one direction. Now I'm gonna walk back in the opposite direction.\nI'm turning off my comm. I'll message you when I get back to the caravel, I guess.\nIf you can handle the excitement.\n[[delay 190m|backatcaraveldaythree]]
Carefully... annnnd... just nabbed a teriyaki beef!\nAnd just beyond that... is... ratatouille?\nI have to admit, I have no idea what ratatouille is, outside of the Pixar movie. Could this be freeze-dried, CGI-animated rat?\nI guess I'll find out.\n<<choice [[Yes. It's CGI rat.|cgirat]]>> | <<choice [[It's stewed veggies, dummy.|stewedveggies]]>>
Turning left, we head down the lovely (not lovely) and spacious (definitely not spacious) west hallway.\nOn either side of me is a sealed door.\nWithout any power to get behind the pneumatics, I don't stand a chance in hell at getting these open.\nThere's an open door at the end of the hall. That's where I'm headed.\nGeez. It's... just barely open enough... for me to slip inside the next room.\nI'd better hope there's not a buffet on the other side. If I gain an ounce, I'll never get back through.\n[[delay 1m|insidemedroomfirsttime]]
No! I didn't make it!\n"WHOOOF" is not the noise of someone who made it!\n[[escapeinjury]]
Right? Now I just have to make it past the lab rats with the green parasite aliens inside them...\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>...and hope that the four people walking up to my front doorstep are friendlies...\n<<else>>...and hope that the five people walking up to my front doorstep are friendlies...<<endif>>\n...and try to figure ou\n[[disappearancetwo]]
Yeah. The Varia, and who knows how many more... all those bright green bricks glowing on the map screen.\nBut why? What possible reason could there be for blasting ships out of the sky and then just leaving them to rot?\n<<if $overridetarget is 0>><<choice [[Hard to say.|hardtosay]]>> | <<choice [[Can you override it?|overridetargettwo]]>>\n<<elseif $overridetarget is 1>><<choice [[Hard to say.|hardtosay]]>> | <<choice [[How close are your visitors?|howclosearevisitors]]>><<endif>>
Much obliged. Hopefully they'll make up for all the swearing I did in the cold last night.\n<<choice [[Swear all you need.|swearalotwarnover]]>> | <<choice [[How close are your visitors?|howclosearevisitors]]>>
[[whatjusthappened]]
Annnd... sent! Okay, whoever's out there in that starship, I hope you got my message.\nAnd I hope you're on your way to come rescue me.\nBut I hope you've got your defense systems at the ready, 'cause you're being targeted.\nAnd I hope you can defend against whatever the weapon is, since I don't really know its nature or power.\n<<choice [[That's a lot of hope.|lotsofhope]]>> | <<choice [[Can't override it?|cantoverride]]>>
Well... I mean... who else's could they possibly be?\nThey're exactly my size, exactly the same tread pattern.\nI don't know. I'm not sure how I could be walking in a straight line, and walking in circles at the same time.\nI don't want to think about it any more. I'm just gonna put my head down and keep walking forward.\n[[delay 45m|finallyatpeak]]
I was "prepared," I guess -- by which I mean, I have no idea how I would have prepared -- but there was no fight.\nThey weren't exactly... PLEASANT about it... but they didn't physically hold me back.\nIt's like trying to get a good look at the Mona Lisa around all the tourists.\nOkay. Mad dash down the hall. I'll talk to you in a minute.\n[[delay 2m|emergefromhall1]]
That's just it. I don't really know.\nBut that glow around the peak, that shimmer... as much as it creeps me out, it also fascinates me.\nI have to get there. I have to find out what it's all about.\nMaybe it's nothing, and then you can say "I told you so," that I should've just gone back to the Varia all along.\nBut... I don't think it's nothing. So I hope you'll forgive me this once for doing what I felt I had to do.\n<<choice [[I forgive you, I guess.|iforgiveyou]]>> | <<choice [[Still kinda pissed.|stillkindapissed]]>>
...Really? I was so on board with the "don't go down there" plan. I really thought we had something, there.\nUgh. You really think I should check it out?\n[[goexplorecaravel]]
Hey. Uh... sorry about that.\nEmotions are running a little high on this end.\nThe truth is, you're right. I DO need to keep it together if I have a prayer of getting rescued.\nThe, uh... it's awful that the Captain died, but it happens. All the blood she'd lost, it may have been a mercy.\nSo. Me, I'm alive, let's figure out where to go from here.\n<<choice [[Just keep moving forward.|movingonforcapcrewfirst]]>> | <<choice [[Never forget her.|dontforgetcapcrewfirst]]>>
<<silently>><<set $capalive = 0>><<endsilently>>\nShe... she didn't make it.\nCaptain Aya is dead.\n<<choice [[I am so sorry.|sorryforcapcrewfirst]]>> | <<choice [[Keep it together!|keepitforcapcrewfirst]]>>
<<set $pills = $pills - 1>>\n<<if $pills eq 1>><<set $plural = "">><<else>><<set $plural = "s">><<endif>>\nOkay. That takes me down to <<$pills>> pill<<$plural>>, but I'm pretty sure the relief is gonna be worth it.\n[[longslowtrek]]
EVERYTHING IS WRONG.\nIt seemed like something was right, so EVERYTHING had to go wrong.\n[[yousaidno]]
OH MY GOD! You'll never believe it!\nI'm still walking around a moon crater and it's still boring as hell!\n...Sorry. I was just going a little bonkers, with nothing but the sound of my own thoughts.\n<<choice [[No worries. Wanna chat?|noworrieswannachatperimeter]]>> | <<choice [[Sorry. No time to chat.|sorrycantchatperimeter]]>>
The rats are just... just acting like rats.\nIt's so unsettling. I mean, apart from the eyes, they look just like they always did...\n...but then they turn and stare at me, and they seem so... eerie. Otherworldly.\nAlien.\nThis, on top of everything else that was happening. The computers in this mountain. The visitors. The time/space disappearance.\nI just need a few minutes to process this.\n[[delay 5m|closinginonpeak]]
Look, I appreciate you thinking about my well-being and everything...\n...but I am SUPER not-hungry right now. My stomach is in knots. I doubt I could keep anything down if I had to.\nSo instead, I'm going to bust out my (very meager) hacking skills, and try not to dry-heave from nervousness.\n[[keepatcomputers]]
Ugh. This... this is awful.\nPart of me was still holding out some tiny hope that they'd be okay, but... oh, man.\nI feel like I should have some sort of memorial service for them, you know?\n<<choice [[Sure. Honor the dead.|burythemallcapalive]]>> | <<choice [[Later. Meds come first.|gogetmeds]]>>
So, I'm exhausted, malnourished, parched, and can barely stay upright.\nThat must mean it's time for today's field trip.\n[[moveondaytwo]]
I... okay. I was going to argue with you, but maybe this is the best plan.\nI mean, maybe I'm freaking myself out for NOTHING, you know?\nWouldn't the odds overwhelmingly support the idea that the people approaching aren't hostile?\nThat they're either a rescue team (please, please, please)...\n...or fellow crash survivors who are in the same predicament I am? Or in worse shape, even?\n<<if $rations is 1>>Maybe I can offer them food that keeps them from collapsing.<<endif>>\n<<if $pills gte 1>>Maybe they need pain meds more than I do, and I can give them a hand with that.<<endif>>\nMaybe I'M the one who helps rescue THEM. We keep broadcasting an S.O.S. until somebody hears us.\nYes. Okay. I'm talking myself down off a ledge. All of this makes so much more sens--\nOH MY GOD WILDBOY\n<<choice [[Wildboy? Your dead rat?|wildboydead]]>> | <<choice [[What just happened?|wildboydead2]]>>
This is crazy. What I'm doing right now, heading down TOWARD this derelict ship instead of away from it... it's CRAZY.\nI mean, this is the part in every single horror movie where I'd be watching the idiot on the screen...\n...and I'd be muttering to myself, "Well, I sure wouldn't do that if *I* were you."\nExcept that right now, I'M the idiot on the screen.\nSeriously, shouldn't I walk away now before the killer in the space-hockey mask from Camp Mare Tranquillitatis jumps out and stabs me?\nOr, worse, forces me to play space-hockey? I'm TERRIBLE at sports.\n<<choice [[Okay, turn back.|turnbackfromcaravel]]>> | <<choice [[No, you should explore it.|goexplorecaravel]]>>
Okay. I'm taking off in a circle to my right. I'll look into that opening when I get to it from the other direction.\nFirst impressions: Like I said on day one, squinting at this thing all the way from the Varia...\n...it looks oddly geometrically perfect.\nAlmost like it was CARVED out of this moon's dense white rock, rather than forming naturally through erosion and upheaval.\nAnd yeah, I know, it sounds crazy to say that this peak looks built... but it's not the craziest thing I've said today.\n(That was supposed to sound comforting, but it sure didn't come out that way.)\nThe thing to keep in mind is--\nHOLY CRAP.\n<<choice [[What is it?|whatdidyoufind]]>> | <<choice [[Are you okay?|areyouokay]]>>
Yes. Okay. Great plan. There should be a medkit on the flight deck. Just gotta find it.\n[[delay 1m|nomedshere]]
hey no offense but your advice? sucks\n[[delay 4s|connectionlost]]
Yeah, well, as the invasion force is turning us into pod people, you get to say "I told you so."\nSo THAT'S got to feel pretty nice.\nI think I can get out if I can knock down my old friends here and just scramble away in the chaos!\nI think I can duck past Trotter; he was always the slowest of the bunch--\nWHOOOF\n<<choice [[What happened?|trotterhappened]]>> | <<choice [[Did you make it?|didyoumakeit]]>>
Yes. Okay. Great plan. There should be a medkit on the flight deck. Just gotta find it.\n[[delay 1m|nomedsherecrewfirst]]
This... this feels like the wrong decision. Even if it's the right one.\nI guess... without the beacon, we'd both die here. Maybe this way, at least one of us has a fighting chance.\nI'm just going to tell myself that, anyway.\nOkay. I'm powering down the pod now.\nI need... I need a little while to process this.\n[[delay 20m|beaconpowered]]
It was really surprisingly easy to get down from the ridge. A little TOO easy.\nI seriously hate everything about what is happening in my life at this moment.\nSo, the hull of this thing is pretty badly beaten.\nThere's some writing that isn't too legible... looks like Chinese characters? Or Japanese? There's too much paint missing to be sure.\nThat said, the metal isn't overly oxidized. This ship hasn't been here that long.\nUgh. My stomach is doing flips, just looking at the exterior. I'm sweaty and ice-cold, all at once.\n<<if $rations is 1>>Either that maple sausage wasn't the greatest breakfast in the world (impossible!)...\n...or this is the creepiest thing I've ever encountered.<<endif>>\nThe airlock iris looks like it's open just wide enough for me to crawl inside.\nBut I'm looking for any reason in the universe NOT to do it.\n<<choice [[You have to keep exploring.|goinsidecaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Sounds scary. Turn back.|dontgoinsidecaravel]]>>
Okay. Okay. I guess you're right.\nThese are good people, they deserve a proper memorial.\nThere's a... it's a piece of shielding that's mostly broken loose.\nThe way it twisted when the Varia came apart, it's got kind of a scoop end to it. I'll work with that.\nListen, this is gonna take a while. I'll get back to you in a bit, okay?\n[[delay 30m|hardground]]
Yes! Please. I mean, I don't want to be a bother, but you're kind of all I've got.\n(Wow. How needy is that?)\nSo, uh... have YOU ever wandered around the circumference of a giant moon crater?\n<<choice [[Sure. All the time.|allthetimeincratersperimeter]]>> | <<choice [[Never had the pleasure.|neverincratersperimeter]]>>
Huh? No. Uh, nothing to do with the rats. This is... something on the other computer.\n[[pulsetargeting]]
Believe me, I backpedaled into the opposite corner while I was telling you about the situation.\nI mean, the scientist in me is FASCINATED at the idea that I'm witnessing an unknown life-form here...\n...and if my IEVA suit's camera hadn't crapped out on day one, I'd be recording every angle of this...\n...but that doesn't mean I'm not ready to bail if that thing so much as sneezes in the wrong direction.\n<<choice [[Try to capture it.|capturetherat]]>> | <<choice [[You have to kill it.|killtherat]]>>
[[lookatwhatexactly]]
Huh. Well, it tastes like stewed vegetables.\nThey really managed to mask the computer-animated rodent flavor well. Good job, MRE engineers!\n[[delay 5m|afterbreakfastthree]]
I'm sorry. I just... need a minute. I'm sorry.\n[[delay 3m|whatdoyousee]]
<<silently>><<set $rations = 1>><<set $hurtshoulder = 1>><<endsilently>>\nI totally pulled my shoulder out of joint!\nAnd it was totally worth it!\nBecause I am in a great deal of pain WHILE AT THE SAME TIME eating chili macaroni and drinking bottled water.\nThis chili mac is kind of nasty WHILE AT THE SAME TIME being the best thing I've ever eaten.\nIt'll be gone soon, sadly...\n...and then I'll have to deal with the shoulder that I repeatedly hammered against a dead hydraulic door to get to the chili mac.\nBut that's a problem for three-minutes-from-now-Taylor.\n<<if $ratpellets eq 1>>And I think we can ALL agree, this beats rat food any day.\nSo I've got food and water taken care of, and rat pellets as a fallback plan.\nGuess it's time to start thinking about bedding down for the night. [[sleepingplans]]\n<<else>>So, now that food is handled, I can either go see what, if anything, is left of the lab...\n...or I can start trying to figure out some sleeping plans. What do you think?\n<<choice [[Try the lab.|trythelab]]>> | <<choice [[Get some shut-eye.|sleepingplans]]>><<endif>>
Like I was saying, it seems to have reeled all its various tentacles and capillaries back into itself.\nNow it's this kind of sleek, almost featureless thing, just sitting inside a pile of hair and meat that used to be Wildboy.\nWhat's really strange is that... the E.T. actually looks BIGGER than the rat was.\nLike there's no way it all could've fit inside Wildboy's skin. It isn't physically possible.\n<<choice [[Must be an illusion.|mustbeanillusion1]]>> | <<choice [[Just stay clear of it.|clearoftheet1]]>>
Wow, is that the last thing I want to do.\nGo traipsing around in the cold and the dark, looking for something that isn't here to begin with?\nIt's not like glow rods grow on trees. And even if they did, it's not like there are any trees on this moon.\nSeriously, I feel like it's a better plan if I just go back to sleep. Don't YOU prefer sleep to snipe hunting?\n<<choice [[Fine. Back to bed.|backtosleep]]>> | <<choice [[No. Chase down that noise.|snipehunt]]>>
Well, yeah, I'd already considered that, but I think it might be a lost cause.\nWith all the computer systems smashed, it'll be pretty hard to find out anything.\nEven if I can recover the black box, I have no way to read it.\nUnless someone kept a handwritten record for fun -- which isn't protocol -- I'm kind of at a loss here.\nI guess there's not much I can do but keep fishing for MREs in the galley.\n[[morefishing]]
Good point. With a Reachin' Stick this nice, it'd be a shame not to keep on reachin'.\n(That'll probably be the official motto of Reachin' Stick. You are witnessing history being made, my friend!)\nCarefully... annnnd... just nabbed a teriyaki beef!\nAnd just beyond that... is... ratatouille?\nI have to admit, I have no idea what ratatouille is, outside of the Pixar movie. Could this be freeze-dried, CGI-animated rat?\nI guess I'll find out.\n<<choice [[Yes. It's CGI rat.|cgirat]]>> | <<choice [[It's stewed veggies, dummy.|stewedveggies]]>>
I was able to interrupt the feed, wasn't I?\n<<if $overridetarget is 1>>I already broke in and got the targeting system not to target the rescue ship as a... uh... target.<<endif>>\n[[tellmeyourplan]]
Thanks. I've got absolutely no precedent for this sort of situation (as I imagine most people don't)...\n...so it's reassuring to hear someone else tell me that what I'm saying isn't complete gibberish.\nThe thing is -- as weird as it sounds -- I can't shake the possibility that these humans could be... NOT HUMAN.\nSome sort of native creature that sees me as a threat.\nOr, worse... as a meal.\nAnd, yeah, I know it sounds unrealistic. This moon hasn't exactly given me a lot of reason to believe it can support life.\nI haven't seen any evidence of water -- no rivers, no clouds. No vegetation that I've spotted, either.\n<<choice [[Breathable air, though.|breathableair]]>> | <<choice [[Those creatures earlier?|creaturesearlier]]>>
Right. That... that makes sense.\nThe longer I spend staring at them instead of trying to figure a way out of this mess, the closer I get to joining them.\nGod, that's the most morbid thought I've ever had to think.\n[[branchingcorridor]]
Okay. I'm standing in a room. In the interior of a mountain, let's not forget.\nIt's... I guess you would have to call it a "control room."\nI don't know what, exactly, it's controlling... but there's really no answer to that question that'll ease my mind.\nThe room itself isn't very large -- large enough to stand up in, and move around a little, and that's about it.\nBut in banks on the walls... there are computer systems.\nFunctioning computer systems.\nThere are brand names I recognize, a sort of mix-and-match patchwork of monitors and CPUs.\nThere are even a couple of chairs in front of the computers...\n...clearly taken from some old starship flight deck and repurposed here, to build a freaking workstation.\nOn the moon.\nThis all must be salvaged parts from ships. The computers, the chained generators, the wiring...\nOh. Yeah. That's the other thing. The wiring.\nThere's TONS of it. Bunched and bundled. And it all leads out of the computer banks and up, into a hole in the room's ceiling.\nAnd from there, who knows where?\n<<choice [[Explore the computers.|explorecomputers]]>> | <<choice [[Explore the wiring.|explorewiring]]>>
I'm absolutely certain. The first one who stuck his head out... it was Patch.\nI called him that because he was all white, except this one spot of brown over his right eye.\nLooks kind of like a checkmark. Or a pirate's eye patch. It's very distinctive. There's no question, this is him.\nExcept that patch used to be over a little pink eye, like all Sprague Dawley rats have.\nAnd now... that eye is green. Luminescent green. Glowing.\nAnd looking right at me.\n<<choice [[Are all your rats there?|allratsthere]]>> | <<choice [[Do not get close.|donotgetclose]]>>
I'm doing everything I can just to keep my body between them and the computers.\nI already ripped out the keyboard...\n...but now my fear is, they're just going to start tearing apart the whole system with their bare hands!\nWhatever's piloting my old friends, it's making them stronger than they ever used to be.\nThey're not bulkier, but it's like... all their muscles are working... way too efficiently!\nI can't grapple. I'm just kicking out, lashing out, trying to keep them at bay!\nWait, there's... there's a siren going off!\n<<choice [[What does it mean?|whatsiren]]>> | <<choice [[Good siren or bad siren?|goodsiren]]>>
Uh... no.\nNo, I really don't think I am.\n[[whatscrolling]]
I mean, I've been observing these rats for months. I know the behavior that's typical for rats in general...\n...and I know the behavior that's typical for THESE rats.\nI know that Logan has a little "hot spot" behind his left ear because he won't stop scratching.\nI know that Runt ducks his head low while he eats, like in deference to the others.\nStuff like that, they're doing even now.\n[[otherratsdoing1]]
Let's see. My ship just crashed in the middle of nowhere.\nNo one is hailing on this frequency, and I don't see any survivors other than me...\n...the least prepared person in existence for this sort of emergency!\nBut I got out of the whole mess with nothing more than a stubbed toe, so things are looking just peachy. \nThanks for asking.\n<<choice [[Sorry about the toe. Smartass.|sorrytoe]]>> | <<choice [["Least prepared"?|leastprepared]]>>
It looks like I've got a long hike north, in a northward direction, before I get to that peak up north.\nFrom here, I can see a couple more craters in my direct path -- small ones, though, nothing like the one I navigated earlier.\n<<if $rations is 1>>This probably wouldn't be the worst time to pause for a little food and drink to refuel before I start off again.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 1>>This probably wouldn't be the worst time to pause for a snack before I start off again...\n...if you can call rat pellets and Habitrail water a "snack."\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>The fact that I still haven't found any food -- or, more importantly, water -- is really weighing on me.\nMy head is pounding, and my muscles are staging a coup against me.\n<<if $pills gte 1>>I've still got <<$pills>> painkillers -- I can work up enough spit to dry-swallow one, but I hate to do it on an empty stomach.<<endif>><<endif>>\n<<if $hurtshoulder is 1 or $compassweird is 1>>Shoulder hurts pretty bad.\n<<if $hurtankle is 1>>And my stupid ankle isn't doing much better. Man, I'm kind of a mess, aren't I?<<endif>><<endif>>\n<<if $ginnycaravel is 1>>I've got this little generator. The question is, do I lug it with me all the way to the peak?\nOr I do leave it here with the caravel, and just snag it on my return walk back to the Varia?\n(Check out the optimism inherent in the idea that I'm even gonna make it back to the Varia. Go, Taylor.)\n<<choice [[Leave the ginny there.|leaveginnyatcaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Take the ginny with you.|takeginnywithyou]]>>\n<<else>>[[finishassessment]]<<endif>>
They're just acting like normal rats. HUNGRY, but normal.\nThat's what I was saying: They move and scramble around just like always.\nThere's nothing about their gait, or their sniffing behavior --\nyes, sniffing behavior is a thing people study in lab rats, and YES, I know it sounds weird, but whatever --\nor anything else that would make an observer think that these rats weren't fully in control of their own bodies.\nBut seeing the level of integration that the parasite had into Wildboy's muscles and nerves...\n...I'm CERTAIN that the E.T. was piloting my rat around.\n[[aretheratsdead1]]
No, I know. I should. I should get up.\nI don't have time to just go around collapsing in gratitude every time someone comes from half a galaxy away to save me.\nI should really get some perspective.\nHa ha!\n[[restrightthere]]
Well, try to imagine being a single grain of rice on the rim of the universe's biggest wok. That's about the scale of things here.\nSome part of me is terrified that a gigantic sugar snap pea is going to come plummeting out of the sky and crush me.\n(Not a very rational fear, I know... but then, two days ago, I wouldn't have thought "spaceship crash" was a very rational fear.)\nAnyhow. The crater's opposite side is in sight. I'm gonna buckle down, grit my teeth, and keep truckin' my way on over there.\nThanks for the pep talk. I'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 40m|oppositeedge]]
Okay. Good plan. Who knows what kind of damage I might do if I yanked it out?\nIt's... the wound isn't really actively bleeding right now, but her breath is really shallow and kind of... rattling?\nOh, man. I think there's a good chance this thing pierced her lung.\nCrap, crap, crap. What am I supposed to do?\n<<choice [[Look for a medkit.|lookformeds]]>> | <<choice [[Make her comfortable.|makehercomfy]]>>
<<silently>><<set $warnship = 1>><<endsilently>>\nI don't know. I could try. Just send another general message, the same way I did with the S.O.S.\nI'd have to hope they read English. And... I don't even know what I'd be warning them of, really.\nI don't know what's targeting them. Missiles, some kind of projectile? Or --\nNo. Of course not. Taylor, you dummy. It's a PULSE.\nAn electromagnetic pulse, probably. Some kind of directed-energy weapon, like, I don't know, a particle beam?\nGood lord. A strong enough energy beam, set loose in the vacuum of space, you could really do some damage.\nYou could tear a spaceship like the Varia right in half.\n<<choice [[Must be what happened.|mustbeitoverwarn]]>> | <<choice [[How close are your visitors?|howclosearevisitors]]>>
Yeah. That's definitely the most sensible plan here.\nI mean, if this were some B-grade horror/sci-fi movie, I'd be yelling at the screen for the idiot kid not to go down into the wreck.\nI'd probably be eating popcorn, too.\nI would definitely rather be eating popcorn than trying to decide whether to explore a derelict spaceship on an isolated moon.\nHonestly never thought that'd be a decision I'd have to make.\nBut yeah. This is smart, right? Just stay up here, avoid that ship, keep heading for the peak.\n<<choice [[Right. Head for the peak.|postcaravelassessment]]>> | <<choice [[Maybe check the ship.|checkcaravelafterall]]>>
Well, that's noble and everything, but that kind of nobility is gonna get them killed if they stay here any longer.\nIt's... it's certainly the kind of nobility that's about to get ME killed.\n[[impossibleodds]]
I've never been more sure of anything in my brief and -- lately -- crazy life.\nThat is a person.\nAnd that person is coming HERE.\n<<choice [[Go out and meet them.|gomeetthem]]>> | <<choice [[Stay where you are.|staywhereyouare]]>>
Having tried this MRE, I'm inclined to agree with you. They should've left out the beans.\nHell, they probably should have left out the chili.\nStill, I'm glad we solved that riddle. If, God forbid, I die out here on this desert moon...\n...please make sure they serve chili WITHOUT BEANS at my wake.\nI'm eatin', then hikin', pardner. Talk to you in a few.\n[[delay 40m|progressatlast]]
Oh, HA HA.\nIf I do, I'm gonna leave the comm channel open and just complain about it for hours. So look forward to that.\n[[descentintocrater]]
You're right. I've come this far. There's really no choice but to keep moving forward.\n<<if $bringginnytwo is 1>>A big part of me is wishing I hadn't decided to lug this generator with me the whole way, though.<<endif>>\nAll right. Ever northward.\nDespite what the compass says.\n[[delay 60m|noclosertopeak]]
I know, I know... I'm really falling short of the ideals of the American flag patch on my shoulder, aren't I?\nThink, Taylor, dammit... think!\n...Wait a second. I need a weapon, right?\nI've GOT a weapon!\n<<choice [[What do you mean?|whatweapon]]>> | <<choice [[Hold on a minute...|holdonweapon]]>>
[[onlyafewseconds]]
"Run for it"? While the ground is literally giving way beneath my feet?\n<<if $hurtankle is 1>>If my ankle wasn't ALREADY twisted all to hell, this would pretty much take care of that.<<endif>>\nI can't think of one good reason why I should put in the effort.\n<<choice [[Dying right now is selfish.|dyingisselfish]]>> | <<choice [[Are you really that weak?|reallythatweak]]>>
Yeah. You're right. There's nothing for it but to just keep pushing ahead.\nFind things to do, keep body and mind active.\nSo... I've got a beacon, got a turret, and a generator that should power one or the other.\nNow all I need to survive is food and water. Sounds easy enough, right? Sure.\nSo I guess my options over here are either grave-digging, or else exploring the ship further.\n<<choice [[Dig those graves.|digthosegraves]]>> | <<choice [[Keep exploring.|branchingcorridor]]>>
<<if $power is "beacon">>The beacon's still broadcasting, but screens show no traffic in a day's range.\nSo I figure I've got time to go check out that strange peak to the north...\n...and still make it back to the Varia well before nightfall.\n<<elseif $power is "turret">>Should be plenty of time to go check out that strange peak to the north...\n...and still make it back to the Varia before nightfall.\n<<elseif $power is "pod">>The generator's still humming along happily, powering the stasis pod...\n...and Captain Aya's still stable inside. I'd prefer "healed," but oh well.\nI guess when it comes to miracle technology, you take what you can get.\nAnyhow, with her stowed safely away, I can step out for a few hours.\nShould be plenty of time to go check out that strange peak to the north...\n...and still make it back to the Varia before nightfall.\n<<else>>Should be plenty of time to go check out that strange peak to the north...\n...and still make it back to the Varia before nightfall.<<endif>>\nJust one more pass over the ship, make sure everything's locked down...\n<<if $rations is 1>>\n...and then I'm packing some rations and water, and heading out.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 1>>...and then I'm packing some rat food and water, and heading out.\n<<else>>...and then I'm heading out. Clear heart, empty stomach.<<endif>>\nI'll keep you posted along the way.\n[[delay 60m|backatescapepod]]
I'm going to stay right here. They're coming for me. Everything's going to be fine. Everything's --\nWh... what is that?\nNo.\nNO!\n<<choice [[What happened?|yousaidno]]>> | <<choice [[What went wrong?|whatwentwrong]]>>
Stuck my head out of the caravel and caught what was, honestly, one of the most impressive sunrises I've ever witnessed.\n(That sun being Tau Ceti and not good ol' Sol, but still, I'm gonna go ahead and count it.)\nSo, first of all, let's just be impressed that I was up and at 'em before first light -- that hasn't happened in... ever?\nAnd second, I should mention that I could see that weird green corona around the peak again, that sort of soft glow.\nThe light -- like the shape of the peak itself -- is just a few degrees away from natural-looking. It weirds me out.\n("Weirds me out" is the technical, scientific term for it. Look it up. From the Latin for "Icky yucky squicky.")\n<<if $compassweird is 1>>Oh, and last but not least, my IEVA suit's compass is still acting all icky yucky squicky.\n<<elseif $compassweird is 0>>Oh, and last but not least, I've noticed that my IEVA suit's compass is acting all icky yucky squicky.\nIt doesn't change correctly in concert with my movements. Sometimes it just spins, other times it stays firmly in place.\nMaybe there's something weird about this wreckage that affects the polarity... I don't know.<<endif>>\nI guess I don't REALLY need it for hiking to the peak; so long as I've got line of sight, it shouldn't be a problem to get there.\nBut I bet I could spend a few minutes and cobble one together from spare parts before I take off.\n<<choice [[Hike without a compass.|nocompass]]>> | <<choice [[Build yourself a compass.|buildcompass]]>>
<<silently>><<set $boulderdayone = 1>><<endsilently>>\nDamn! Looks like the path is blocked off.\nI was tracing this shallow canyon, but I hit this huge boulder. Way too big to climb over.\nWhat do you figure... should I look for some way around it, or head back to the crash?\n<<choice [[Find a way around.|wayaround]]>> | <<choice [[Head back to the crash.|backtocrash]]>>
Okay. Good plan. Who knows what kind of damage I might do if I yanked it out?\nIt's... the wound isn't really actively bleeding right now, but her breath is really shallow and kind of... rattling?\nOh, man. I think there's a good chance this thing pierced her lung.\nCrap, crap, crap. What am I supposed to do?\n<<choice [[Look for a medkit.|lookformedscrewfirst]]>> | <<choice [[Make her comfortable.|makehercomfycrewfirst]]>>
Yeah, I sure thought so too. Super-exciting.\n[[nametagtime]]
Thanks. Maybe at some point I won't need to catch my breath every time some new mystery unfolds itself up here...\n...but I sure haven't reached that point yet.\n[[delay 5m|tellmenow]]
<<silently>><<set $toldname = 1>><<endsilently>>\nRight, right, sorry. Should've started with that.\nI was just excited to get a response to my signal.\nMy name's Taylor. I was a... an astronaut on board the starship Varia.\n<<choice [[The Varia?|Variainfo]]>> | <<choice [["Was?" What happened?|whathappened]]>>
It is. It's too late for me. I'd never make it to the rescue ship in time.\nHopefully, when they see the chaos out there, and the fact that I'm not out in the clearing...\n...they'll figure that out, and won't stay here and endanger themselves, waiting for me to show.\nIf they were smart, they'd have already left.\nBut they HAVEN'T, so... I guess they're not too smart.\nGod, are they actually disembarking? They're not planning to fight their way INTO the peak, are they?\nYeah. They're REALLY not too smart.\n<<choice [[Or maybe just VERY brave.|maybeverybrave]]>> | <<choice [[Must REALLY want to save you.|reallysaveyou]]>>
...Yes. This is what I want.\nI'm just so tired.\nThese creatures are coming out of the ground at my feet.\nI know how they get inside. I remember the taste.\nI know I don't deserve to hope this...\n...but I hope it doesn't hurt.\n[[submitlikeawuss]]
And then when her life was in MY hands, I just... watched it bleed out.\nI lost her. What... what do I even do now?\n<<choice [[Just keep moving forward.|movingonforcap]]>> | <<choice [[Never forget her.|dontforgetcap]]>>
Back to where my escape pod came down. Looks like it rolled over during the night.\nI guess the wind caught the 'chute and dragged it a little ways?\nDamn. Must've been some pretty high winds. It moved probably ten feet.\nBut, hey, that's only -- what -- three meters? Three doesn't sound so far.\nThings are less freaky in metric.\n[[delay 40m|deadendmountaindaytwo]]
Hey, the star is setting soon. It's starset.\nI'm all alone on the moon at starset.\n<<if $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>Itd be beutiful if i werrnt\nuh oh\nhhhhheey\nmmmyy mmmmmm\nsom kiind f seizzure\nzzzzzure mmmm mmmmmmmm\nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn\n[[delay 4s|connectionlostdehydrated]]\n<<else>>I'm nowhere near the peak. Or the Varia. Or even the wreck of the caravel.\nI'm out here under the stars. Which is beautiful... but also cold.\nI don't have a reactor to cuddle up against tonight.\n<<if $bringginnytwo is 1>>I've got this generator, but nothing to hook it up to. How completely pointless.<<endif>>\nIt's gonna get cold, and then colder, and then...\n...there's a pretty good chance I'm going to die out here, under all these beautiful, beautiful stars.\nDammit. I'm not even hydrated enough to cry.\nThis misbegotten rock has even stolen my tears.\n[[delay 2m|liedownanddie]]<<endif>>
Our ship crashed on some moon. I have no idea where.\nI managed to get to an escape pod, but I couldn't tell if anyone else made it into one.\nMy IEVA suit sensor tells me that the air here is breathable, at least, so that's nothing short of a miracle.\nBut I've got no food or water rations on me. The toolkit on the pod is about as basic as they come.\nI managed to get the pod's mobile transmitter working, but -- lucky you -- you seem to be the only one in range of the signal.\nWhoever and wherever you might be.\n<<choice [[Are you all right?|areyouallright]]>> | <<choice [[Where are you?|whereareyou]]>>
Okay. I'll give it a shot. This is pretty rough terrain, though.\n[[delay 40m|deadendforreal]]
So... I'm having one of those dilemmas that only people stranded on a moon can have. Bear with me here.\nI'm standing at the lip of a huge crater. I mean, HUGE.\nAs in, like, if I weren't terrified of dying alone in deep space at any given second, I'd take a moment to be really, really awed.\nProblem is, this marvel of geography is smack-dab in the middle of where I'm headed.\nSo... it's either a slog around the perimeter, making a big semicircle in one direction or the other...\n...or else I try my luck easing down the side and then cut straight across.\nThere's certainly something to be said for the shortest distance between two points...\n...but people don't usually factor giant craters into that equation.\nWhat do you say?\n<<choice [[Head straight across.|straightacross]]>> | <<choice [[Walk the perimeter.|walkperimeter]]>>
Okay. So. Broad-spectrum distress beacon, splashing my location all over this sector, to anyone who's listening.\nWhich, if the monitor screen is anything to go on right now, is absolutely nobody at the moment.\nBut, hey, it's a nice enough sector. Lots of, I don't know, airless vacuum to look at. Tourists could be along any moment.\nSo now we wait.\n[[nightfalldayone]]
<<silently>><<set $trycaravelgalley = 1>><<endsilently>>\nThe side doors down the opposite hallway are sealed too, but the facing door at the end is ajar.\nIt's... hnnnn... it's not open... wide enough... for me to get through.\nBut I can see into the room. It's the galley.\nA lot smaller than the one on the Varia. And it looks like the inside of a galley-themed snowglobe after someone shook it violently.\nEverything is everywhere, just strewn all over the place. MREs just waiting to disappoint someone's palate.\n<<if $rations is 1>>I've got enough rations from the Varia to last me for a good little while...\n...but it's great to know this is here. Because if I get hungry enough, I'll find a way to get through this stuck door.\nI can promise you that much.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 1>>I'm way too tired tonight to try to bash my way through that door...\n...but the idea of eating something besides rat food is pretty freaking compelling. And tomorrow IS another door-bashing day.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>I need to get into that galley. I haven't had food or water in a dangerously long time.\nBut the door won't budge. And without having eaten, I don't have any kind of energy to put into forcing it.\nThis right here, this is some Twilight Zone-level irony.\nRod Serling, if you're about to step out of the shadows with a pithy monologue, hurry up and get it over with.\nThen maybe the two of us can work on this door.\n<<endif>>\n<<choice [[Keep trying the galley door.|tryandfailgalley]]>> | <<choice [[Back to the main hall.|backtomainhallfirst]]>>
Right. You're right. If I stop moving now, Captain Aya will end up dead too. Right now, she's all I've got.\nThere's... a lot to sort through. Gimme a few minutes, here.\n[[delay 10m|gogetmeds]]
All right. This is gonna take a bit. I'll send you a message once I'm there.\n[[delay 30m|totheflightdeckcrewfirst]]
<<silently>><<set $mapsuggest = 1>><<endsilently>>\nYeah, that'd be a fantastic plan, if it weren't for the tiny problem that I, and my escape pod, are right here...\n...whereas the astromap room is still in the Varia.\nWhich, given the two separate plumes of black smoke to the south, is in AT LEAST two pieces, nowhere near me.\nSo you'll forgive me if "use a map" isn't at the very top of my "to do" list.\n<<choice [[You seriously have no idea?|dontknow]]>> | <<choice [[Sorry. Are you all right?|areyouallright]]>>
"Comfortable." What, while she dies?\nLook, as far as I know, she's the only other living person on this rock.\nI owe her more than just a nice memory-foam pillow under her head while she bleeds out.\nIf there's a chance of stabilizing her, I've got to do it!\n[[delay 1m|nomedsherecrewfirst]]
Yeah, well, I doubt it too. But I'm trying to be proactive here.\n[[longslowtrek]]
Believe it or not, I actually feel better after sleeping a little.\nThe pod still says the Captain is stable, which is great. But "stable" doesn't mean "better."\nPlus, I've still got to figure out how to get us rescued, and get her some real medical attention.\n<<if $crewburied is 0>>In the meantime... what? I guess I should go see to the rest of the crew, right?\nI mean, they're just... lying there.<<endif>>\nI'm heading back to the other half of the ship, bringing the Captain in her stasis pod and the ginny with me.\nI'll message you once I'm there.\n[[delay 30m|backhalfcapalive]]
I don't... I don't think I'd make it. It's a hundred yards away, over increasingly uneven terrain.\nAnd these THINGS have broken me. I don't have the spirit to run.\nTo hell with it.\nTo hell with ME.\n<<choice [[So that's it? You're quitting?|soyourequitting]]>> | <<choice [[Do NOT give up right now!|donotgiveup]]>>
ah no i broke i broke my leg\noh god its a compound its the bone is sticking right through the ieva suit\n[[delay 4s|brokenleg]]
Oh... oh, no.\nI just found Captain Aya.\nThere's just... so much blood, I wouldn't have thought\nOH HOLY HELL she's not dead! The Captain's not dead!\nShe's got a huge piece of metal through her side, like a, like a support strut or something... it doesn't matter what it is!\nWhat do I do? Should I... do I pull it out?\nOh, man, she's really bleeding. Oh, man.\n<<choice [[Pull it out!|pullitoutcrewfirst]]>> | <<choice [[Leave it in.|leaveitincrewfirst]]>>
Okay, I don't want to say this is "impossible," because that sounds like I'm exaggerating...\n...so let's just say that getting into the galley is "improbable."\nHighly, HIGHLY improbable.\nIt's starting to get late, anyway. The sun (er, star... Tau Ceti) is getting low on the horizon.\nI need to think about bedding down for the night.\nSo, what do you think? Keep bashing this improbable door in the hopes that it gives in before I do?\nOr forget it for now and figure out my sleeping arrangements?\n<<choice [[Keep trying the door.|tryinggalleydoor]]>> | <<choice [[Forget it for now.|stoptryinggalleydoor]]>>
Thanks. So... you know how this peak has seemed to sort of, I don't know, stay just out of reach?\nI had thought it was just an optical illusion --\nlike, I must be getting closer, but the various hills and valleys on this moon were playing tricks with my perspective --\nbut now I'm not so sure. I know this sounds crazy, but...\n...no, never mind. It sounds crazy because it IS crazy. Forget it.\n<<choice [[Yeah, okay. Forget it.|yeahforgetit]]>> | <<choice [[Wait, tell me!|waittellme]]>>
<<silently>><<set $zombierats = 1>><<endsilently>>\nWHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?\nOh God. Okay. Oh God.\nUh, there was this... I don't know, this, like, scuttling type noise. Coming from behind me, out in the corridor.\nAnd I turned around. And, and... I saw something. Something moving.\nSomething GLOWING. Glowing green.\nLots of little somethings, actually. Close to the ground. Glowing, and moving, and scuttling.\nWhich are three things that are way, way high on my list of stuff I was NOT EXPECTING TO SEE today, if I'm being honest.\nI don't think I'm alone in this ship.\nI gotta get the hell out of here.\n<<choice [[I agree. Get out now!|leavecaravelnow]]>> | <<choice [[Find out what it was.|findscuttling]]>>
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Colby.\nOr, the one with Colby's nametag.\nLifting off her helmet.\n...Aw, no. No, dammit.\nIt's her. It really is her.\nI was hoping, hoping that somehow these were just survivors from another shipwreck.\nJust normal people who had chanced across the Varia, and who had taken the IEVA suits to protect them against the elements.\nBut no. It's really Colby.\nIt's really ALL of them. Helmets off.\nExactly the way I last saw them.\nExcept with blank, green, glowing eyes.\n<<choice [[You have to get away.|youmustgetaway]]>> | <<choice [[Those are not still your friends.|notstillyourfriends]]>>
I'm at a point where I can no longer differentiate between stubbornness and lunacy.\nHa. "Lunacy." Because it's a moon.\nI hope you're laughing, wherever you are. That might be the last joke I ever tell.\n[[delay 15m|deathmarchvaria]]
Well, that sucks. You're all I've got out here. I don't want us to fight.\nBut I really need to do this.\nYou go ahead and carry that grudge if you have to, but hopefully the ends will justify my means.\nSo. Anyway. Let me catch you up.\n[[bigoldcrater]]
Crap! The alarm is going off!\nSo this is what it feels like to go into cardiac arrest in deep space!\nThere's... there's nothing on the monitor screen.\nI mean, OBVIOUSLY, there's nothing on the screen. What WOULD be there? I'm the only living thing for who knows how many light-years.\nScrew this. I'm unplugging this stupid device. I'm regretting ever hooking it up in the first place.\nGonna go ahead and say, tonight is NOT angling for a shot in my "Best Sleep Ever" Hall of Fame.\nBack to bed. Such as it is.\n[[delay 150m|dawnofdaythree]]
You don't understand. You're not really hearing me.\nThis is the first time since the crash that I'm not panicked about anything and everything.\nWhatever happens next... it's what's SUPPOSED to happen.\nAll of this: the Varia crashing, me finding the peak... all of it was meant to take place, to bring me to this moment.\nTo this calm.\n<<choice [[Okay. Sure. Stay calm.|surestaycalm]]>> | <<choice [[Screw calm. Get out of there!|screwcalm]]>>
<<silently>><<set $compassweird = 1>><<endsilently>>\nTurning right, we head down the lovely (not lovely) and spacious (definitely not spacious) east hallway.\nOn either side of me is a sealed door.\nWithout any power to get behind the pneumatics, I don't stand a chance in hell at getting these open, so I guess it's...\nHuh. That's strange.\nI just noticed that the compass on my IEVA suit still claims I'm headed north, even though I took a hard right turn down this hall.\nThat's... kinda messed up.\n<<choice [[Keep moving straight ahead.|aheadincaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Turn back around.|turnaroundincaravel]]>>
Oh, man, yeah. I'm definitely feeling SOME kind of sick.\n[[nametagtime]]
Okay, I've finally been able to make some real, noticeable progress.\nI'm at the edge of another crater -- a pretty enormous one, with massive walls to rappel down into it.\nBut the base of the peak is at the center of the crater, right at the deepest point of its concavity.\nSo as long as I can keep an eye on it, it can't go anywhere. (In theory, anyway.)\nIt's a long way down into that crater, and I've got no climbing equipment (obviously).\nCan I get down safely? Will I ever get back out?\nWhat do you say? Ready to find out?\n<<choice [[Yup. Go for it.|gointocrater]]>> | <<choice [[Nope. Turn back now.|dontgointocrater]]>>
But giving up is the only thing that makes ANY SENSE right now.\nNo matter how hard I've worked to make it to this point... this horrorshow moon has worked just a little bit harder.\nI'm tired of the fight.\nYou want me, moon? You can have me.\n<<choice [[Shut up and run for it.|shutupandrunforit]]>> | <<choice [[Dying right now is selfish.|dyingisselfish]]>>
<<silently>><<set $power = "turret">><<endsilently>>\nSounds like you're a little more paranoid about Things That Go Bump In The Night than I am.\nBut you know what? Better safe than sorry.\nGive me a few minutes to get the turret hooked up and running.\n[[delay 15m|powerturretcapdeadrunning]]
The ship really must've been designed for a small crew. Only a single mission specialist seat up here, half-uprooted.\nWhich, in fact, seems to be my most comfortable option as far as sleeping arrangements go around here.\n<<if $glowrods is 1>><<set $plural = "">><<else>><<set $plural = "s">><<endif>>\nI figure it's time to call it a night. Only got <<$glowrods>> glow rod<<$plural>> left; no sense in cracking another one now.\nI sealed over the airlock door, and I've got enough blankets to swaddle myself and hopefully beat the cold.\n<<if $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>Would've loved to get my shaking hands on something to eat or drink...\n...but maybe I'll feel better after a long night's sleep.\nMaybe it'll make this horrible headache go away, too.\nAnyway. I'm signing off. Goodnight, wherever you are, from me. Wherever I am. [[delay 180m|starvenighttwo]]\n<<elseif $rations is 1 or $ratpellets is 1>>I'm signing off. Goodnight, wherever you are, from me. Wherever I am. [[delay 180m|scuttlingnighttwo]]<<endif>>
I guess there's some wisdom to that... I mean, I might not like what I turn up.\nI can't imagine there's any answer that would be particularly comforting.\nBesides, with all the computer systems smashed, it'd be pretty hard to find out anything.\nEven if I can recover the black box, I have no way to read it.\nUnless someone kept a handwritten record for fun -- which isn't protocol -- I'm kind of at a loss here.\nI guess there's not much I can do but keep fishing for MREs in the galley.\n[[morefishing]]
I mean, seeing these spacesuits, they were just so comforting, they were just so familiar...\n...they're just SO DAMN FAMILIAR.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>I'm looking at four patches. Sewn onto four American uniforms. Four words in clear, legible, san serif font.\nAntoine. Trotter. Adair. Colby.\n<<else>>I'm looking at five patches. Sewn onto five American uniforms. Five words in clear, legible, san serif font.\nAntoine. Trotter. Adair. Colby.\nCaptain Aya.<<endif>>\n<<choice [[That cannot be possible.|cannotbepossible]]>> | <<choice [[Get out. Now.|getoutoftherenow]]>>
<<silently>>\n<<set $toldname = 0>>\n<<set $boulderdayone = 0>>\n<<set $deadenddayone = 0>>\n<<set $hurtshoulder = 0>>\n<<set $mapsuggest = 0>>\n<<set $toldstudent = 0>>\n<<set $backofship = 0>>\n<<set $frontofship = 0>>\n<<set $rations = 0>>\n<<set $ratpellets = 0>>\n<<set $startedburialtalk = 0>>\n<<set $capalive = 1>>\n<<set $ginny = 0>>\n<<set $power = "none">>\n<<set $capburied = 0>>\n<<set $crewburied = 0>>\n<<set $hurtankle = 0>>\n<<set $pills = 0>>\n<<set $glowrods = 0>>\n<<set $ginnycaravel = 0>>\n<<set $zombierats = 0>>\n<<set $compassweird = 0>>\n<<set $bringginnytwo = 0>>\n<<set $proximityalarm = 0>>\n<<set $trycaravelgalley = 0>>\n<<set $homemadecompass = 0>>\n<<set $triedgalley = 0>>\n<<set $peakdoorway = 0>>\n<<set $sendingsos = 0>>\n<<set $warnship = 0>>\n<<set $overridetarget = 0>>\n<<set $clockwisecrater = 0>>\n<<set $plural = "none">>\n<<set $testrods = 10>>\n<<endsilently>>\n[incoming communication]\n[[launch]]
ah no i broke i broke my leg\noh god its a compound its the bone is sticking right through the ieva suit\n[[delay 4s|brokenlegdaytwo]]
Oh. Yeah, maybe that'd help.\nColby was... she was like the "mom" around the Varia.\nThe nicest, but also, I think, the smartest.\nNot in a showy way, but in that way of, you know, if something broke, she'd know how to fix it.\n(And yes, even on a multi-billion-dollar starship, half the time the answer is "duct tape.")\nBut Colby was sweet enough that her smarts never made anyone else feel stupid. I really appreciated that.\nI know I'm hoping against hope, but I really hope Colby made it through this nightmare alive.\nI mean, I hope EVERYONE did, obviously. But maybe I hope a little extra hard for her.\n<<choice [[Thanks for sharing that.|thanksforsharing]]>> | <<choice [[Describe where you are now.|describehere]]>>
Yup. That's the plan.\nThe crater's opposite side is in sight. I'm gonna buckle down, grit my teeth, and keep truckin' my way on over there.\nThanks for the pep talk. I'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 40m|oppositeedge]]
It's amazing, how strong the urge is just to go into the fetal position. Just how comforting that seems.\nJust to lie here on the dry, white, cracked surface of this unforgiving moon and cry. Cry into the cracks.\nThere are... there are more cracks than there were a minute ago.\nA lot more.\nOh.\nOh, DAMMIT.\n<<choice [[What is the problem?|morecracks]]>> | <<choice [["More cracks"?|morecracks2]]>>
<<silently>><<set $glowrods = $glowrods - 1>><<endsilently>>\nYeah, so... I may have mentioned, at some point during the last couple of days, that I was never big on sports.\nNot much of a pitching arm. Or a shot-putting arm, or, um, an ANYTHING arm.\nIn other words, I suck at throwing glow sticks any distance down hallways.\nIt's the thought that counts, though, right?\nAnyhow, not much to do now but wait it out for the next few minutes, and...\n...huh.\nSomething weird(er) is happening with the little E.T. that was inside of Wildboy.\n<<choice [[How do you mean?|weirdratthings]]>> | <<choice [[Stay the hell away from it.|staythehellaway]]>>
I'm trying! Believe me! I don't want that THING inside me!\nWhatever's piloting my old friends, it's making them stronger than they ever used to be.\nThey're not bulkier, but it's like... all their muscles are working... way too efficiently!\nI can't grapple. I'm just kicking out, lashing out, trying to keep them at bay!\nWait, there's... there's a siren going off!\n<<choice [[What does it mean?|whatsiren]]>> | <<choice [[Good siren or bad siren?|goodsiren]]>>
ive never broken a bone in my life and now this\noh my god shouldnt i go into shock at some point cause the pain is freaking overwhelming\n[[delay 4s|badadvice]]
<<silently>><<set $capalive = 0>><<endsilently>>\nI...\nDammit all, I was so careful!\nI moved her as slow as I dared. I was... I just wanted to get her here in time!\nThe, uh... the pod's saying she lost too much blood.\n"Beyond thresholds."\nIt's just blinking at me with its stupid LED light, and I'm just staring at it with my stupid face.\nI'm...\nI need a minute, okay?\n[[delay 10m|sorryforcap2]]
<<if $zombierats is 1>>Okay. I know. It's happened to me before out here. But never this close.\n<<elseif $zombierats is 0>>I don't know what the hell that was. But it was really close to me.<<endif>>\nI heard the echo, bouncing off these rock walls, before I even heard the source.\nAnd I was looking around, trying to figure out where that scuttling sound was coming from...\n...and I saw this faint green glow, near the floor.\nAnd it took a second, but then it resolved itself into... I swear, it was a bunch of little pairs of eyes.\nAnd as I'm trying to process that, one of... of WHATEVER they were...\n...brushed against my leg.\nIt didn't hurt me. It just kinda bounced right off and kept running, with the rest of them, deeper into the mountain.\nBut... this means... I'm not alone in here.\nI liked it so much better when I was alone in here.\n<<choice [[Follow those... things.|followthosethings]]>> | <<choice [[Get out of there.|getoutofthere]]>>
Well, it actually didn't take as long to cross the crater floor as I thought it might.\nPutting pressure on the ankle doesn't feel great, but I can handle it.\nHere's the strange thing, though: Maybe fifty yards back, I tripped over something while I was walking.\n(Yeah, I know, I've been so graceful so far, it must be hard for you to believe.)\nAnyway, it was pretty well buried in the sand, but when I looked down at it... it glinted at me in the sun.\nBecause it was METAL.\nIt took me a minute to dig it up, and I've been examining it ever since, but I'm still not sure what it is, exactly.\nI mean, I guess it's GOT to be a panel from the Varia... it's just weird that it came down so far from the rest of the ship, huh?\nAnyhow. I've found a gentle grade to try and climb out of here, but I want to give it my full concentration.\nSo I'll message you once I'm back up top, cool?\n[[delay 10m|moremetalpieces]]
<<silently>><<set $compassweird = 1>><<endsilently>>\nTurning left, we head down the lovely (not lovely) and spacious (definitely not spacious) west hallway.\nOn either side of me is a sealed door.\nWithout any power to get behind the pneumatics, I don't stand a chance in hell at getting these open, so I guess it's...\nHuh. That's strange.\nI just noticed that the compass on my IEVA suit still claims I'm headed north, even though I took a hard left turn down this hall.\nThat's... kinda messed up.\n<<choice [[Keep moving straight ahead.|aheadincaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Turn back around.|turnaroundincaravel]]>>
Okay. Okay. Well, this wasn't unexpected, but still.\nI, uh... I found some of the crew.\nIt's... oh, man. Hang on.\n[[delay 2m|threwup]]
I'm breathing, I'm breathing. But somewhere in the midst of all that breathing, I'm freaking out just a little bit, too.\n[[whichplate]]
<<silently>><<set $glowrods = $glowrods - 1>><<endsilently>>\nOne more glow rod cracked, which means now I have exactly <<$glowrods>> remaining. So I hope this is worth it.\nHow do you know that this scuttling monster's whole modus operandi isn't to wait until its prey is ridiculously sleepy...\n...and then lure it into a corridor so littered with trash that the bleary-eyed prey slips and breaks its own neck?\nBecause I am about 99% sure that's what's going to happen to me sometime in the next few minutes.\nAll right. I'm gonna walk the halls. I'll scream like I'm the singer for a Van Halen cover band if anything jumps out at me.\n[[delay 15m|nosnipeshere]]
It's amazing, how strong the urge is just to go into the fetal position. Just how comforting that seems.\nJust to lie here on the dry, white, cracked surface of this unforgiving moon and cry. Cry into the cracks.\nThere are... there are more cracks than there were a minute ago.\nA lot more.\nOh.\nOh, DAMMIT.\n<<choice [[What is the problem?|morecracks]]>> | <<choice [["More cracks"?|morecracks2]]>>
Feel like... it's definitely taking longer on the way back... than it did on the way out.\n<<if $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>[[nofoodcollapse]]\n<<else>>Tau Ceti's getting really low. Maybe trying to make it back to the Varia isn't such a hot idea.\n<<choice [[Keep heading to the Varia.|variaalltheway]]>> | <<choice [[Return to the caravel.|returntothecaravel]]>><<endif>>
I had enough time for me to get the pulse weapon targeted to the precise location of the peak.\nConfirmed it against the topographical map. Latitude, longitude, we're good to go.\nBut the crew from the Varia... they seemed to understand the plan, and they did NOT like it!\nI don't know how they know. They don't seem to be sensate. They're not speaking, they're just... freaking... SCREAMING.\nAnd they're all coming at me!\nI'm trapped. If I back away from the computer, I'm afraid they'll shut down the sequence.\nBut if I stay here, I'm afraid they'll rip me apart, or shove that green thing down my throat!\n<<choice [[Guard the computer.|guardthecomputer]]>> | <<choice [[Guard your throat.|guardyourthroat]]>>
Okay, okay, good deal, I'll just\nOH MAN now there's way more blood than before! How do I, you know, stanch the bleeding?\nStanch? Staunch? I don't even know the right word!\nOh man, please stop bleeding Captain Aya, please, I'm gonna, I'm gonna look for gauze or something.\nI don't know. Oh man. Oh man.\n[[delay 15m|capdidntmakeit]]
So. We meet again, rat pellets.\nI gotta tell you, I am completely sick of these things.\nI can't help but thinking that somewhere along the way, there MUST have been some decision we could have made...\n...that would've resulted in better food than this.\nEven the crummy MRE packs on the Varia, as much as I complained about them, are better than this. Not MUCH better, but better.\nAnyway. I guess we'll never know.\nI'm gonna choke these down and get back to hiking. I'll catch up with you after a while.\n[[delay 40m|progressatlast]]
<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>There are eight ALIEN BEINGS in this room.\n<<else>>There are nine ALIEN BEINGS in this room.<<endif>>\n"This room" being a control center that seems to exist for the express purpose of pulling ships out of space...\n...and using the bodies of those ships' crews as hosts for a parasitic lifeform.\nI have no idea whether my rescuers are armed and can fight off these creatures...\n...hell, I have no idea whether these creatures are even VULNERABLE to standard-issue stun batons...\n...which is probably about as heavy as any armament is going to get.\nAnd the alien beings have taken notice of the rescue ship, too.\nGood news, they're leaving me alone, here at the computer.\nBad news, they're starting to head down the corridor.\nOh, hell.\nThey're going to intercept my rescuers before my rescuers can rescue me.\n<<choice [[You gotta get there first.|gettherefirst]]>> | <<choice [[Stay, guard the computer.|stayguardcomputer]]>>
Yeah. Much better.\nAll right, before I go any further, let's stop and assess things for a minute.\n[[postcaravelassessment]]
If this place is broadcasting (which it is), and I have access to the broadcasting center (which I do)...\n...then every second I'm not sending out an S.O.S. is a second I'm wasting!\nGimme a minute to see if I can nose my way into the proceedings.\n[[delay 5m|broadcastingsos]]
It's really admirable, how much confidence you're able to have when you're NOWHERE NEAR THIS SCARY-ASS HOUSE OF HORRORS.\nHey, uh, listen... I know this is going to sound like I'm just stalling -- and I promise that's only like 20% true --\n...but something weird(er) is happening with the little E.T. that was inside of Wildboy.\n<<choice [[How do you mean?|weirdratthings]]>> | <<choice [[Stay the hell away from it.|staythehellaway]]>>
This is gonna be great. Write this down for me, would you?\n"I emerged from the escape pod shaken, not stirred. Most people don't even know that Aston Martin MAKES spaceships.\n"Then again... most people aren't Bond. Taylor Bond."\nAnd then the saxophone kicks in, and Duran Duran sings about what a badass I am.\nCut to the title card: MOON-WRECKER.\n(It turns out that, when I'm nervous, I babble and make bad puns. So... sorry about that.)\nAnyhow, not much to do now but wait it out for the next few minutes, and...\n...huh.\nSomething weird(er) is happening with the little E.T. that was inside of Wildboy.\n<<choice [[How do you mean?|weirdratthings]]>> | <<choice [[Stay the hell away from it.|staythehellaway]]>>
Yeah. Right? I made it all the way from the wreck of the Varia to this unfathomable control center.\nThe LEAST my rescuers can do is trudge a few hundred feet and come scoop me up.\nI just have to trust that if they elected to embark on a rescue mission, they took reasonable precautions...\n...and that, if they DON'T have weapons, they'll at least have bright lights and common sense...\n...which should be enough to keep them from being ambushed by the Varia zombies in the dark.\nHey... look at that!\n<<choice [[Look at what, exactly?|lookatwhatexactly]]>> | <<choice [[What are you seeing?|lookatwhatexactly2]]>>
...Unless there were, I don't know, ELECTRICAL LIGHTS in here.\nWhat. The. Hell.\nI... I'm not sure I can even describe this to you.\nI don't know what I was expecting to find when I reached the peak, but I promise... it wasn't this.\n<<choice [[Tell me!|tellmenow]]>> | <<choice [[Take a second.|takeasecond]]>>
Fair enough. Everybody loves a good hallway excursion.\n<<if $pills gte 1>>I think I already discovered all the treasures the med room had to offer earlier, so I'm gonna try the opposite hall.\n[[oppositehall]]\n<<else>>I chickened out last time before I got too far, so I'm going down this same corridor, come hell or high water.\n(Actually, if high water comes around here, I would be very, VERY surprised. If hell comes... less surprised.)\n[[insidemedroomfirsttime]]<<endif>>
Hey the star is setting soon. It's starset.\nIm all alone on the moon at starset.\nItd be beutiful if i werrnt\nuh oh\nhhhhheey\nmmmyy mmmmmm\nsom kiind f seizzure\nzzzzzure mmmm mmmmmmmm\nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn\n[[delay 8s|connectionlostdehydrated]]
<<silently>><<set $sendingsos = 1>><<endsilently>>\nYes! I managed to interrupt the feed, type an S.O.S. message...\n...get mad at myself for not knowing S.O.S. in multiple languages, decide "S.O.S." was probably pretty universal...\n...and then get the feed broadcasting again.\nIf anyone stumbles through this sector -- or, hell, maybe just brushes up against it, I don't know how powerful the signal is --\nthey'll know I'm here.\nEven if I'm not totally sure where "here" is.\nThis is great. In spite of all this weirdness, I actually have hope for the first--\n[[disappearance]]
As much as I'm sure that "Real Sex, Part Four Billion" would be really fascinating to watch right now...\n...I kinda feel like I've got more pressing issues.\nBut please, don't let that stop you from watching on your own time.\n[[scannerscreen]]
Oh. Man. I might've just hit pay dirt.\nThis one's a sector-wide scanner. It's also the one that the majority of the wires seem to be coming out of.\nWhich... oh, whoa. I think those wires comprise a broadcasting antenna.\nAnd that means this peak, this whole structure... it's got to be some sort of broadcasting TOWER.\nSeated at the center of an enormous crater that... I don't know, maybe it functions like a parabolic reflector?\nIt's a giant satellite dish. Five miles across.\nI would go looking for the premium cable channels if it weren't for the fact that MY MIND IS MELTING RIGHT NOW.\n<<choice [[Check out that screen.|scannerscreen]]>> | <<choice [[See if they have HBO.|checkforhbo]]>>
Uh, no... I kinda don't think it is. The rats are acting really psychotic all of a sudden.\n[[whatisit]]
"Easy" isn't exactly at the top of my list of ways to take it, at the moment.\nI am marooned in deep space and -- if we're being honest -- I'm freaking the hell out!\n<<choice [[It'll be okay. Calm down.|calmdown]]>> | <<choice [[Don't be a baby.|dontbeababy]]>>
<<silently>><<set $ratpellets = 1>><<endsilently>>\nWell, it's time to play Good News/Bad News.\nGood news: All of my handwritten notes on the maze-running and food-seeking habits of Sprague Dawley rats in various gravities are TOTALLY INTACT!\nSo you can stop worrying that this whole trip was for nothing. We got the goods.\nBad news: Their cage looks like it's been through a cage match. Half-crushed, warped from the heat.\nAnd the rats are nowhere to be found.\nI'd love to believe that they escaped into the ducts and that they're going to start repopulating this barren moon.\nI'm gonna leave my notes here. Who knows? In a million generations, these could be the planet's sacred historical texts.\n<<if $rations is 0>>Good(ish) news? I won't starve to death. I have rat food pellets and a half-full ball-spout water bottle.\nLook at that. I called it "half-full."\nFeelin' more optimistic already.\nSo... I guess I can count my blessing and snack on rat food for a while...\n...or that can be a distant "Plan B," and I can go hunting for people food.\n<<if $triedgalley is 0>>\n<<choice [[People food! Try the galley.|trythegalleydaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Stick with rat food.|eatratfooddaytwo]]>>\n<<elseif $triedgalley is 1>>\n<<choice [[Try the galley again.|tryinggalleydoor2a]]>> | <<choice [[Stick with rat food.|eatratfooddaytwo]]>><<endif>>\n<<elseif $rations is 1>>And hey, in addition to the rations, I've now got a fallback stock of rat food pellets and a half-full ball-spout water bottle.\nLook at that. I called it "half-full."\nFeelin' more optimistic already.\nAnyway, I guess it's time to start getting a move on with the day.\n[[moveondaytwo]]<<endif>>
If you really think I should, then I will.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>But I'm telling you, being outnumbered four-to-one doesn't make me feel safe.\n<<else>>But I'm telling you, being outnumbered five-to-one doesn't make me feel safe.<<endif>>\nBut okay. I'll go.\nIf I'm understanding the scale of this map correctly, they're probably still twenty minutes out, give or take.\nSo if I leave now and meet them halfway...\n...I'm ten minutes from making contact with people again.\n(Or what I'm PRAYING are people.)\nThis is thrilling and terrifying, all at once. Am I about to get off this moon and head safely home?\nOr are we just rounding out the cast of castaways on Gilligan's Planet?\nWish me luck.\n<<choice [[Good luck.|goodluckgilligan]]>> | <<choice [[Break a leg, Gilligan.|breakaleggilligan]]>>
Yeah, all right. Plenty of daylight ahead of me. Finite amount of moon.\nIf I keep putting one foot in front of the other enough times, I'm bound to get someplace.\nOr die trying.\n[[delay 60m|notdeadyet]]
Hey! Check it out! I'm not dead!\nI don't even have an ear growing out of my forehead, or any other weird toxic radiation mutations! Nice.\nOkay. Fresh new day, same old moon.\nMaybe I'm oversharing here, but I woke up with a HORRIBLE taste in my mouth.\nRinsed with some water, spit out it... and it had a weird green tint to it.\nProbably something to do with trace elements in this place's atmosphere...\n...but still, pretty strange, huh?\n<<choice [[Ugh. Thanks for sharing.|ughthanksforsharing]]>> | <<choice [[Radiation sickness, maybe?|radiationsicknessmaybe]]>>
Sure, that's great advice. "Oh, you're doing something stupid? Well, then, just do it FASTER."\nNo one ever went wrong by pursuing that particular strand of logic.\nThere's an open door at the end of the hall. That's where I'm headed.\nThe light on my suit is strobing like I'm at a rave. Any second now, I'm expecting a pounding bass beat to kick in.\nMaybe tonight a DJ will save my life.\nGeez. This door is... just barely open enough... for me to slip inside the next room.\nI'd better hope there's not a buffet on the other side. If I gain an ounce, I'll never get back through.\n[[delay 1m|insidemedroom]]
<<silently>><<set $proximityalarm = 1>><<endsilently>>\nIn what I'm calling nothing short of a miracle, I've got the alarm hooked up, and the monitor powered.\nWhatever detection grid this thing projects, it actually appears to be projecting most of it.\n(The section that covers the rear of the ship says "No Readings," but that's probably because there IS no rear of the ship anymore.)\nAll right, then. I guess no one's going to steal my hubcaps while I catch some ZZZs.\n[[flightdecksleepytime]]
Believe me, that was my first impulse.\nBut I've come this far. Giving up now would just make the whole thing pointless, you know?\nAm I terrified to my very core? Yes. Absolutely.\nBut sometimes, the only way out is through.\n<<choice [[You're right. Keep going.|followthosethings]]>> | <<choice [[You're nuts. Get out.|reallygetout]]>>
You know what? That's totally fair.\nGo on and get yourself a cup. Maybe pour a little out for your ol' pal Taylor, stranded at the cosmic crossroads.\nAs for me, the crater's opposite side is in sight. I'm gonna buckle down, grit my teeth, and keep truckin' my way on over there.\nThanks for the pep talk. I'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 40m|oppositeedge]]
[establishing connection]\n[receiving message]\nHello?\nIs this thing working?\nCan anyone read me?\n<<choice [[Who is this?|whois]]>> | <<choice [[I read you.|message received]]>>
Cool. Cool. I totally get it.\nAnyway, the crater's opposite side is in sight. I'm gonna buckle down, grit my teeth, and keep truckin' my way on over there.\nThanks for the pep talk. I'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 40m|oppositeedge]]
It's like it had... TENDRILS, woven all throughout Wildboy's body. Arteries and sinews and, I don't know, dendrites...\n...a whole network, multiple networks that had spread out from the creature and tangled themselves into Wildboy's system.\nSo this thing was just... enmeshed with my poor rat's nerves and musculature and organs and everything.\nA parasite, a passenger that was inside of Wildboy and that, I don't know, that had gotten to the point where it was just...\n...WEARING him around like a suit. Dancing him like a puppet.\nBut not in a clumsy way. Not like it didn't know how rats moved or operated.\nIn a PERFECT way. Where the only thing that was different was the eyes. The eyes had gone that bioluminescent green.\nAnd then... that scream. I've never heard a rat make that sound. I've never heard ANYTHING make that sound.\n<<choice [[Well, that's... terrifying.|wellterrifying]]>> | <<choice [[What's it doing now?|whatisitdoingnow1]]>>
<<silently>><<set $triedgalley = 1>><<endsilently>>\nThe door is... SUPER stuck!\nFortunately, I am not above bashing it with scrap metal...\n...because, confidentially, I don't think we're getting our deposit back on this ship.\nI'm gonna keep at this for a bit because this is my best bet at finding rations.\nIf I can just get through... this... damn... door!\n[[delay 3m|stilltryinggalley]]
And then when her life was in MY hands, I just... watched it bleed out.\nI lost her. What... what do I even do now?\n<<choice [[Just keep moving forward.|movingonforcap2]]>> | <<choice [[Never forget her.|dontforgetcap2]]>>
Yes. I'm with you. I've trekked too far into this mystery not to find out its answer.\nI'm just gonna pack up a few munchies, and stow the ginny someplace safe...\n...and then I'll get on my way. I'll message you when I'm heading out.\n[[delay 15m|headingouttopeak]]
Well, yeah, maybe that's the smart plan. Minimal reward, but minimal effort. Save my energy for hiking today.\nWhich might also be minimal reward. It's hard to know until I do a hell of a lot of it.\n[[delay 5m|afterbreakfastthree]]
Sorry. I couldn't stop my gag reflex.\nPatch just tore into Wildboy's guts, and, yeah, I turned around and threw up. Which I think is fair.\nMy puke had a kind of green tint to it, too. So my mind is churning over the implications of that.\nWhy won't they stop SCREAMING?\n<<choice [[Throw them some more food.|throwratsmorefood]]>> | <<choice [[Get out of there.|getoutbecauserats]]>>
There is something... green... crawling out from his body.\nOH MY GOD\nIt's... oh, God, it's nothing that exists on Earth. It's, it's that same, you know, glowing, luminescent green...\n...like its whole body is made of rats' eyes, oh, God, and it's... how can I even...\n...it's REELING sinews and veins back into its body mass, like, like retracting them from inside Wildboy, from inside his limbs...\n...like this, this THING was, I don't know, was working him like a puppet, a marionette... but from the INSIDE!\n<<choice [[It's an alien?|itsanalien]]>> | <<choice [[You've got to get away!|gottogetaway]]>>
I gotta be honest with you: I'm really nervous about this.\nI mean, you've gotten me through this day so far -- definitely the worst day of my entire life.\n(I'd put it up against the worst day of pretty much ANYBODY'S life, pretty confidently.)\nSo I'm going to trust you on this. I mean, either you looked it up and you know I'll be safe at these radiation levels...\n...or else you didn't bother to look it up, and you're just blowing me off.\nI guess I won't know until I wake up in the morning.\nAnd with that cheery thought... goodnight, wherever you are.\nHere's to a better tomorrow.\n[[delay 360m|dawnofdaytwo]]
I've counted... twenty-nine... thirty... and I still haven't seen the whole surface of the moon yet.\nMy God. How many ships have been downed, here?\nAnd how have we not heard anything about it in the news? This place is the damn Bermuda Triangle of outer space!\nThere are other monitors, too. This one's idle.\n<<choice [[Wake it up.|awakecomputer]]>> | <<choice [[Let it be.|asleepcomputer]]>>
The damn forward med supply cabinet is scorched over. I'd need a crowbar and a power drill...\n...and with my luck, I'd injure myself so badly that I'd have to use all the contents on myself if I ever DID get it open.\nThere's another med locker in the rear of the ship, by the crew quarters. I've gotta go for that one.\n[[delay 30m|medsupplyhunt]]
Thanks. Unfortunately, I think I'm actually gonna need it.\n[[descentintocrater]]
Okay. At long last, I'm in sight of the Varia. Or what's left of it, at any rate.\nIt seems to have cracked hard once it hit atmosphere.\nLike I figured, it came down in two major chunks...\n...with a ton of scattered debris thrown around just to make the whole scene look terrifying and post-apocalyptic.\n(In case anyone asks, it's working; I'm appropriately terrified.)\nLooks like the flight deck came down pretty far from the crew quarters. Where do you figure I should go first?\n<<choice [[Look for the crew.|checkcrewqs]]>> | <<choice [[Check the flight deck.|totheflightdeck]]>>
I\ndidn't think\nit would\nhurt so much\n[[submittocreaturetwo]]
Okay. There just... there aren't any words that are going to accurately capture everything I'm going through...\n...so I'm just going to tell you facts, and I'll try not to hyperventilate or scream or anything, midway through.\nThe first thing I saw, when they walked in, was the American flag patch on the spacesuits.\nThere on the left shoulder, just like on my own suit. Stars and stripes forever.\nThe suits are kind of beaten up, kind of dusty -- like they've been through hell and back.\nOr maybe not quite "and back" yet.\nThey're all wearing the dome helmets, with that basically opaque gold layer on the visor.\nI know, I know, it's there to help filter out UV rays...\n...but again, nothing screams "America!" more than viewing the whole world through a thin layer of gold, huh?\n<<choice [[Feeling pretty homesick?|feelinghomesick]]>> | <<choice [[This is so exciting!|thisisexciting]]>>
<<silently>><<set $startedburialtalk = 1>><<endsilently>>\nYeah. You're right. I should... bury them, or something, huh?\nThere's got to be, like, a spade or some kind of... something to dig with.\nMan, this is gonna take some work. Maybe I should keep exploring the rest of the ship, see if I can find some rations first.\nI'm pretty much running on fumes, here.\n<<choice [[Makes sense. Keep exploring.|branchingcorridor]]>> | <<choice [[Dig now, explore later.|dignow]]>>
Uh... yum?\nRat pellets may count as caloric intake, but they're not about to win any awards for flavor.\nIf I close my eyes, I can imagine that they're... uh...\nNope. It's no good. I doubt anyone could trick themselves into thinking these were anything other than what they are.\nEatin' rat food on the moon. Sounds like a lousy prog rock album.\n[[delay 4s|tasteslikeone]]
I know. I KNOW they're not. But they look just like my friends.\nThe eyes are wrong, I know... but the longer I look at them, the more sense they make, too.\nAnd there are... little marks around their mouths. Dark green scabs from... it looks like... claw marks of some sort.\nLike something was struggling to... to climb inside their mouths.\n[[stoplookingateyes]]
That ship that came cruising into this sector earlier? It's altered its flight path! And it's decelerating!\nThe ship's new arc will take it right to this moon!\nAnd it's not as if I can tell much of anything about telemetry from these old-school, blocky monitors and pixelated readouts...\n...but if I had to guess? It's locking in to land inside this crater! To come nab me from inside this mysterious peak!\nTo get me THE HELL OFF THIS ROCK!\n<<choice [[Excellent news!|excellentnews]]>> | <<choice [[Are they still being targeted?|stillbeingtargeted]]>>
I'm not surprised we were disconnected. I think I was... what? Out of phase with reality, for a second there?\n[[checkthetranscript]]
Trotter is... no longer the slowest of the bunch.\nI'm not sure there IS a slowest of the bunch, anymore.\n[[escapeinjury]]
So I'm back to walking in silence. Fun for me, fun for you.\nTalk to you when I get there. If I ever do.\n[[delay 45m|finallyatpeak]]
All right. Fine. But if I get serial-killed in there, it's on you. Hell, even if I'm just maimed, nonserially, I'm gonna be upset.\nGimme just a minute to get down there.\n[[delay 3m|atcaravel]]
There's no way I can sleep out under the stars -- as romantic as it sounds, the temperature drop is just going to be too severe.\nJust like back at the Varia, there's clearly no power on the caravel to help me get the doors shut...\n...but UNLIKE at the Varia, here, I think I have a solution to that.\nThe only opening to the outside is the iris door on the airlock, which is just barely big enough for me to shimmy through.\n<<if $hurtshoulder is 1>>Although, let me tell you, I sure didn't do my banged-up shoulder any favors trying to get through it.\n<<elseif $hurtshoulder is 0>>I wrenched my shoulder a little trying to squeeze through the door, so... that's fun.<<endif>>\nAnd once I'm in, there's all sorts of junk littering the corridor -- junk I can use to seal over that opening in the door.\nA few layers of Mylar blankets, maybe some bedding if I can turn any up from the cabins, and I ought to be able to insulate myself decently.\n<<if $glowrods is 1>><<set $plural = "">><<else>><<set $plural = "s">><<endif>>\n<<if $glowrods gte 1>>I've got <<$glowrods>> glow rod<<$plural>> left, so I'm gonna go ahead and crack one to hunt through the rubbish in here.\n<<silently>><<set $glowrods = $glowrods - 1>><<endsilently>>\n<<else>>With the light on my IEVA suit out of commission, though, I'm basically gonna be feeling around in the dark...\n...just hoping for the best, and praying I don't--\nHoly crap. You're not going to believe this.\nI just stumbled across a box of industrial glow rods. Those things with the liquid in 'em, that you crack and shake?\nThere are only a couple remaining in the box, so I've got to be choosy about deploying them...\n...but COME ON. How often does it happen that you need something, and then you just literally trip over it?\n(I mean, I trip over things all the time. But rarely are they things I need.)\n<<silently>><<set $glowrods = 2>><<endsilently>><<endif>>\nOkay. I'm gonna scavenge a little bit.\n<<if $compassweird is 1>>I can go back down one of the hallways to the east or west, or else I can try the flight deck...\n...even though I can tell from here that the control panels are smashed to bits.\n<<choice [[Try one of the hallways.|tryahallwayagain]]>> | <<choice [[Check out the flight deck.|backtomainhallfirst]]>>\n<<else>>Looks like there are hallways to both the east and the west, or else I can try the flight deck...\n...even though I can tell from here that the control panels are smashed to bits.\n<<choice [[Try one of the hallways.|tryahallwayfirsttime]]>> | <<choice [[Check out the flight deck.|backtomainhallfirst]]>><<endif>>
Yeah. I think that's a great idea.\nJust a little catnap.\nOr, you know, the metric equivalent. A chinchilla-nap.\n[[delay 30m|refreshed]]
Yeah, well, my grandmother told me more than once:\n"'Hope costs nothing.' Some French chick said that."\nYes. That was the whole quote from my grandma. She studied literature.\nBut not very hard, I guess.\n[[ratsgocrazy]]
Breakfast. That's what normal people eat in the mornings.\nAnd despite being stranded in deep space, I want to just do as many normal things as possible.\n<<if $rations is 1>>So, like a normal person, I'm just gonna chow down on an MRE of, uh... lemon pepper tuna.\nThe breakfast of champions.\n<<choice [[Mmmm... tasty!|mmmmtasty]]>> | <<choice [[Sounds disgusting.|soundsgross]]>>\n<<elseif $rations is 0>>So, like a normal person, I'm just gonna chow down on rat pellets and stale water.\nThe breakfast of champions.\n<<if $trycaravelgalley is 1>>Oh, man. I've really got to see if I can get into the caravel's galley today.\n<<elseif $trycaravelgalley is 0>>I wonder if there's some kind of galley on this ship. I mean, there MUST be, right?\nAssuming it wasn't in the part of the caravel that was torn off.<<endif>>\nI guess that should be my mission after I choke down this hearty meal, huh?\n<<choice [[Sure, give it a shot.|surecaravelgalley]]>> | <<choice [[Make do with rat food.|nocaravelgalley]]>><<endif>>
It really might be. And it's gonna be pretty sparsely attended.\nI hope you'll say a few nice words about me. You know I'd do the same for you.\nAnyway. I gotta follow those things. Whatever they are.\n[[followthosethings]]
Okay. That's enough rest for now, and that's enough choruses of Limahl for a lifetime.\nPlenty of daylight ahead of me. Finite amount of moon.\nIf I keep putting one foot in front of the other enough times, I'm bound to get someplace.\nOr die trying.\n[[delay 60m|notdeadyet]]
Yeah, absolutely I'm gonna stay here.\nIf this is a rescue team, then I can wait an extra few minutes to get rescued. I made it this long already.\nIf it's stragglers from another downed ship... they might be crazed from wandering through the desert for days, or weeks.\n(I mean, I've only been wandering since day before yesterday, and I think I'm about half-crazed, myself.)\nI figure I'd rather wait and see how they react to this place, and make sure they know I'm a stranger here too.\nAnd... if they're not rescuers OR survivors... if they're something worse...\n...then I sure as hell don't want to deliver myself into their arms.\n<<choice [[Good logic, all around.|goodlogic]]>> | <<choice [["Something worse"?|somethingworse]]>>
This is just dumb.\nWhat next? You want me to dump all my food supplies out, too? Strip off my IEVA suit and run naked across the moon desert?\nYou've been a big help to me up until now. You've kept me going, kept me alive. And I genuinely appreciate it.\nAnd that is the ONLY reason I'm listening to you now. And I'm only barely listening.\nI'm going back to the Varia. This is stupid. But it's what I'm doing.\n<<choice [[So do it, already.|variayetagain]]>> | <<choice [[Wait. Stop. I was wrong.|iwaswrong]]>>
Wow! Counterclockwise? That is a very daring choice!\nAs I take off marching to my right, in a big gigantic circle on an unknown moon in a poorly trafficked quadrant...\n...know that your strong, clear decision-making skills have made all the difference!\nClockwise sucks! Counterclockwise rules! Those who swim against the tide get hit in the face with all the best fish!\n[[delay 4s|craterenthusiasm]]
This is... just the worst. The Captain was the first person I met at Mission Control.\nShe just made me feel like part of the team, you know? Effortlessly.\nThat was her thing, she just knew how to get people working smoothly together. That's what made her such a great leader.\nI didn't... I didn't think twice about putting my life in her hands.\n[[delay 4s|capsgone2]]
I have no idea what it says.\nIt's... I'm 99% sure it's Chinese characters.\nThe caravel looked to be a Chinese-origin ship. Does that mean... someone survived that wreck? Someone made it to this peak?\nHow did we never hear about a Chinese ship being scuttled on this moon -- ESPECIALLY if there was a survivor?\nCould their National Space Administration really have covered this up? And WHY? What...\n...what went wrong?\nI don't know that there's much for me to do other than keep walking around this thing.\nI forgot to pack my Chinese-to-English dictionary. You never have one when you really need it.\nOkay. Back to exploring.\n<<if $homemadecompass is 1>>[[delay 10m|compasscraziness]]\n<<else>>[[delay 10m|nocompasscraziness]]\n<<endif>>
I really... aw, screw it.\nOkay. I've come this far, no sense in giving up now. Here goes nothing!\n[[delay 30m|taylorfalls]]
Okay, I hear you, but... I just can't, you know?\nWhatever I expected to find in here, this is above and beyond every possible guess I could have made.\nNow -- having seen all these other ships on the map -- now, more than ever...\n...I have to believe that this place is the reason that the Varia crashed on this moon.\nThe reason that the entire crew is dead.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>And that Captain Aya is just barely clinging to life (I pray she still is).<<endif>>\nThese were good people. Some of the best I've ever known.\nAnd if there's even a CHANCE that, somewhere in here, I can get an answer to WHY they had to suffer... WHY they had to die...\n...then there's no way I can leave here without that answer.\nI just can't.\n<<choice [[Okay. I understand.|igetitnow1]]>> | <<choice [[Got it. Keep at that map.|keepatit]]>>
<<silently>><<set $zombierats = 1>><<endsilently>>\nWHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?\nOh God. Okay. Oh God.\nUh, there was this... I don't know, this, like, scuttling type noise. Coming from behind me, out in the corridor.\nAnd I turned around. And, and... I saw something. Something moving.\nSomething GLOWING. Glowing green.\nLots of little somethings, actually. Close to the ground. Glowing, and moving, and scuttling.\nWhich are three things that are way, way high on my list of stuff I was NOT EXPECTING TO SEE today, if I'm being honest.\nI don't think I'm alone in this ship.\nI gotta get the hell out of here.\n<<choice [[I agree. Get out now!|leavecaravelnow]]>> | <<choice [[Find out what it was.|findscuttling]]>>
Thank you. I do, I just, I do need a minute. I'm sorry.\n[[delay 3m|whatdoyousee]]
<<if $rations is 1>>You know, as much as I imagine that I'd taste better than the rations I've been snacking on...\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 1>>You know, as much as I imagine that I'd taste better than the rat food I've been snacking on...<<endif>>\n...I think it's probably still a bit too early to resort to autocannibalism.\nGive me another couple hours, ask me again.\n[[longslowtrek]]
Now you're just being ridiculous. There's a perfectly good generator inside here. I should clearly go get it.\nHey, are YOU getting enough to eat? You're making irrational headache decisions right now.\n<<choice [[Go get the ginny.|gobackinsidecaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Forget about the ginny.|forgetthatginny]]>>
Uh... apparently, what happened was, I got punched in the jaw. HARD.\nBy a member of the rescue team.\nBecause I was spouting some kind of gibberish that, honestly, I don't remember saying AT ALL.\nSomething about... capturing host bodies from throughout space and time?\n(I have no idea.)\nAnd so I'm now on board the rescue ship, and... I'm afraid to say this because I might jinx it...\n...but I think we're going to be okay.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>In a lucid moment, I managed to tell them about Captain Aya, in her stasis pod back at the Varia.\nThey obligingly stopped by and grabbed her, and even now the ship's medic is working on her.\nHe said that the measures I took to keep the Captain alive were the best anyone could have possibly done in the circumstances...\n...and because of me, the odds are really good that she's going to make a full (if slow) recovery. Thank God.\nSo, I'll count that as a "win."<<endif>>\nNow the ramp door is safely sealed, and a full-vessel scan turned up no extraterrestrial stowaways...\n...so all the aliens and their glowing green eyes are back on the moon, while we are rocketing away as fast as we possibly can.\nThere's talk of calling in some sort of nuclear strike on the whole damn rock.\nI'm sure that's above my pay grade, but if for some reason I DO get a vote...\n...that's one in favor of blowing it to hell and tap-dancing on the ashes.\nSo. Yeah. They've brought me some food and some Gatorade, and told me to take it slow on both...\n...and they're saying I'm due for a long rest, and probably a lifetime of trauma counseling.\nBut I'm alive.\nI made it.\nAnd I couldn't have done it without you.\nSo... thank you. I mean it.\nAnd here's to a brighter future.\nThis is Cadet Taylor, formerly of the Varia, signing off.\n[connection terminated]\n[[delay 2s|gameover]]
Oh boy! I'm back at the wreck of the caravel!\nShould I go back inside, or would that simply be too daring? Too bold? Too much adventure for one day?\n<<choice [[Go on inside.|gobackinsidecaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Bypass it. Go to the Varia.|bypasscaravel]]>>
...what if there ARE no other survivors?\nWhat if I'm the only one who made it?\nAw, God, Captain Aya is probably dead. And all the others, too. Colby... dammit. Colby.\nI just... what if I'm all alone out here?\n<<choice [[Easy, now. Just breathe.|justbreathe]]>> | <<choice [[Want to talk about Colby?|talkColby]]>>
Yeah. I was going to anyway.\nIt obviously wouldn't make sense to leave the generator here.\n(Not that "making sense" seems to be factoring into your decisions at the moment, so I'm pulling rank on this one.)\nI'll get back to you when I've got what I need from inside the ship.\n[[delay 10m|gotitall]]
Good grief. There's enough junk thrown around in here that I could probably build myself a jaunty robot companion out of spare parts.\nIf I knew much about building robots. Or programming them to be "jaunty."\n<<if $ginnycaravel is 0>>In fact, I wouldn't be surpri--[[trippedonginny]]\n<<elseif $ginnycaravel is 1>>I mean, I already stumbled over a generator in here earlier.\nFor all I know, I'll find a time-traveling Delorean if I just keep digging.[[afterginny]]<<endif>>
Okay, I just nudged it awake, and...\n...a language option menu? Not what I was expecting to see.\nLet's go with "English," since it's right there at the top. And it's what I speak.\nOkay. Here's what the screen says:\n[ALL SYSTEMS: OPERATIONAL]\n[BROADCASTING]\n[TIME TO PULSE:]\n...and then there's a sequence of numbers moving so quickly, I can't read them.\nWhatever "TIME TO PULSE" means, we appear to be counting down to it.\nI can't tell you that this notion fills me with confidence.\nThere's another idle monitor next to it. Just gonna jog that one awake too.\n<<if $proximityalarm is 1>>A familiar look to this screen: It's like the proximity alarm I set up back at the caravel.\n<<elseif $proximityalarm is 0>>Oh. I've seen one of these before, back on the Varia. It's a proximity alarm.<<endif>>\nSlightly different model, different bells and whistles, but at least I know exactly what I'm looking at, here.\nIt's functioning, too, which--\nNo.\nNo way.\n<<choice [[What do you see?|whatproximity]]>> | <<choice [[Is everything okay?|okayproximity]]>>
Yeah... you know you're living right when a half-hour hike in an IEVA suit to pick up a corpse and drag it a half hour back sounds like a vacation.\nI promise you... THIS was not in the training protocols.\nAnyway. Off I go.\n[[delay 30m|backatflightdeck]]
Right. Of course. No stopping now.\n<<if $rations is 1 or $ratpellets is 1>>There is, however, pausing now, because I'm so thirsty I can barely think straight.\nI'm gonna hydrate and then get back to hiking.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>Although, honestly, stopping may happen very, very soon...\n...because I'm so thirsty, I can barely think straight.\nI've got a migraine so angry and powerful, it might be a Southern senator.\nBut oh well. Unless there just happens to be an oasis over the next hill, I guess I'm just out of luck.<<endif>>\nI'll check in after a while, when I'm closer to the peak.\nWhich I OBVIOUSLY will be. Because you can't keep moving toward something and never reach it. OBVIOUSLY.\n(Obviously?)\n[[delay 60m|nooasisnopeak]]
That's a good point. I only live once.\nI was just really hoping that I wasn't going to get to the end of that "once" in the next couple minutes.\nBut... okay. Between the creepy green alien thing screaming and wriggling around in rat guts in the corner...\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>...and the four human-shaped things (that may or may not be humans) trudging up the pitch-black corridor, closing in on me...\n<<else>>...and the five human-shaped things (that may or may not be humans) trudging up the pitch-black corridor, closing in on me...<<endif>>\n...I figure I've got about a 50/50 shot, no matter WHAT my next move is.\nSo okay. I'm going down that hall.\nWish me luck.\nPlease?\n<<choice [[Good luck.|goodluckinhallway]]>> | <<choice [[I'm sure you'll be fine.|youllbefine]]>>
<<silently>><<set $pills = 3>><<endsilently>>\nUgh. They should've sent a contortionist, not a science student.\nAnyhow, I'm in. This looks like a pretty basic sick bay. I say that because I found a medkit in here.\nAnd inside the medkit was a bottle -- a large bottle -- labeled in both Mandarin and English, so I could tell it was painkillers.\nWhich, I thought, yay! Because my shoulder hurts like there's no tomorrow.\n(There may legitimately be no tomorrow. Fun thought.)\nBut the bottle is almost empty. It would make a nice maraca, but there are only three pills in it.\nI'm not here to judge, but someone on this ship must've had a pretty serious problem.\nOr else... they downed a whole bunch of pills rather than face whatever brought the ship down.\n(Nope. That's officially too dark. Not gonna think in that direction.)\n<<if $hurtankle is 1>>Between the shoulder and the ankle, I could certainly justify taking one of these pills now to make things easier.\n<<elseif $hurtankle is 0>>My shoulder is killing me. I could certainly justify taking one of these pills now to make things easier.<<endif>>\nBut then again, things could always get worse later. I might want to hang onto them.\n<<choice [[Take one now.|takepillonefirsttime]]>> | <<choice [[Hold off for now.|takenopillfirsttime]]>>
"Don't be a baby"?\nOh, and I suppose YOU get stranded on a desert moon every day, huh?\nYou wouldn't be much good on a crisis hotline, anyone ever tell you that?\nI think I was doing better before I got this transmitter hooked up.\nJust... I'm gonna take a break for a while. Try to assess the situation.\nI'll call you when I'm ready to talk again, okay?\n[[delay 30m|readytotalk]]
I mean... I'm not really sure how I'd even describe the little lifeform to you.\n(The fact that the damn camera on this IEVA suit isn't functioning is literally costing us history, right now.)\nThis thing, this CREATURE, it's... for the last few minutes, it's been pulling parts back into itself.\nWhich is EXACTLY as gruesome and unpleasant as it sounds, in case that wasn't coming across.\nI've been half-ignoring it, because it makes me ill every time I look over there.\n<<choice [[You have to describe it.|havetodescribe]]>> | <<choice [[Take a minute, if you need.|takeaminute]]>>
Right... less ground to cover between here and the peak.\nNot that it's necessarily any safer, or saner, inside there --\nbut at least once I get there, I'll have a minute to try and assess just what the HELL is happening around here.\nHoly -- there are fissures opening up just everywh\nWHOA!\n<<choice [[Are you okay?|whoaindeed]]>> | <<choice [[What just happened?|whoaindeed2]]>>
Sorry about that. I had to go be sick behind some moon rocks.\nSo, there were a few crew members who were apparently pretty near where the Varia's hull split.\nI can't... I can't tell who they were, or how many.\nThey're all sort of fused, to the metal or, uh, to each other.\nAnd we, I don't know, we might've lost some crew when we lost pressure.\n[[delay 2s|deadcrewcapalive]]
Damn. You've got the "tough" part of "tough love" down cold, but the rest could use some work.\nLook, I'm going to keep this channel open...\n...but only because having you on the other end of the line is better than bouncing my thoughts into the void.\nAny help you can offer, well, that'd just be peachy.\n<<choice [[Any idea where you are?|whereareyou]]>> | <<choice [[You all in one piece?|areyouallright]]>>
I'm back in sight of the caravel wreckage. I never thought I'd be grateful to see this haunted house of a starship again.\n<<if $ginnycaravel is 1 and $bringginnytwo is 0>>The generator is right where I left it -- which, of course, is exactly where it SHOULD be.\nBecause, I mean, who was going to take it? I'm all alone on this ugly hunk of chalky white rock. Right? Right.<<endif>>\nI'm feeling weak as anything.\n<<if $rations is 1>>The rations from the Varia will keep body and soul together, nominally...\n...but I don't think they were designed for the active, outdoors lifestyle I've been living ever since I got marooned.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 1>>The rat food has just barely enough calories to keep me from falling completely to pieces...\n...but it was never designed to sustain (or appeal to) a human being.\nEspecially not one who's enjoying the active, outdoors lifestyle I've been living ever since I got marooned.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>I've been doing nothing but burning calories for two days straight, and I haven't taken in anything.\nI'm so parched, it feels like my insides are upholstered in sandpaper, and my head is freakin' KILLING me.<<endif>>\nFrom here, if memory serves, it's better than four hours' walk back to the Varia.\nAt least, that's how long it took me to get from there to here earlier. And that was WITH a working compass.\nMy suit's headlamp is totally dead at this point.\n<<if $glowrods is 1>><<set $plural = "">><<else>><<set $plural = "s">><<endif>>\n<<if $glowrods gte 1>>But I've still got <<$glowrods>> glow rod<<$plural>>, so I wouldn't be completely blind.\n<<else>>Once Tau Ceti sets, I'll be completely blind.<<endif>>\nI guess my options are to forge ahead toward the Varia, and pray I get there before I run out of light...\n...or else make camp here, despite how scary that sounds, and get busy figuring out how to stay warm for the night.\n<<choice [[Keep going to the Varia.|keepgoingtovaria]]>> | <<choice [[Make Camp.|makecampatcaravel]]>>
That kind of bravery is gonna get them killed if they stay here any longer.\nThat kind of bravery...\n...dammit, that's the kind of bravery I'd like to believe I'M about to dredge up.\n[[impossibleodds]]
There IS no other way in.\nMy only option of ANYTHING to do would be to try to sprint for the rescue ship, but...\n[[runforrescueship]]
Yeah. Yes. This is the safe plan. The smart plan.\nNobody ever got space-murdered by NOT walking into the space-murderer's lair.\nAt least not in any space-murder movie I'VE ever seen. And I've seen more than a few. (Remember, I'm terrible at sports.)\nSo let's leave this creepy wreck in the rearview and keep heading for the creepy peak instead.\n(...It sounds worse when I say it out loud.)\nOkay, then. I'm gonna forget I ever saw this thing (not likely), and keep marching onward (very likely).\n[[postcaravelassessment]]
Sorry about that. I had to go be sick behind some moon rocks.\nSo, there were a few crew members who were apparently pretty near where the Varia's hull split.\nI can't... I can't tell who they were, or how many.\nThey're all sort of fused, to the metal or, uh, to each other.\nAnd we, I don't know, we might've lost some crew when we lost pressure.\n[[delay 2s|deadcrew]]
Okay. So, I'm gonna head back to the main corridor, and then squeeze my way back out of this weird ship before--\n[[delay 15s|whatthehellwasthat]]
Okay. Okay. I guess you're right.\nThese are good people, they deserve a proper memorial.\nThere's a... it's a piece of shielding that's mostly broken loose.\nThe way it twisted when the Varia came apart, it's got kind of a scoop end to it. I'll work with that.\nListen, this is gonna take a while. I'll get back to you in a bit, okay?\n[[delay 30m|hardgroundcrewfirst]]
It is. Like you wouldn't believe.\nI mean, I've had experiments and science projects go wrong before. Plenty of times.\nUsing baking POWDER rather than baking SODA, for a less-than-spectacular papier-mache volcano.\nNon-Newtonian cornstarch fluids that splashed all over the car's upholstery on the drive to school.\nFinding out exactly how much chocolate constituted a lethal dose for my friend Daryl's pet hamster.\n(On accident! We weren't paying attention to Chunks or to that pan of brownies. Yay, science.)\nIt's just that --\nOH GOD hang on hang on hang on\n[[delay 1m|sickfromtherats]]
No... I... I have to figure this out. Don't I?\nThere's something HUGE happening here. Shouldn't I be trying to figure out what it is?\n<<choice [[Yes. Keep exploring.|keepatit]]>> | <<choice [[No. Get out of there!|reallygetout1]]>>
[connection lost]\n[[delay 2s|gameover]]
Maybe I should, you know? To celebrate.\nMaybe they brought some champagne. I neglected to grab a bottle, myself; that's a little embarrassing.\nI'll have to owe them when we get home.\nSo. Yes. Let me greet my rescuers, sans champagne.\nThe question is, will I be able to push past the alien zombies in the corridor?\nIf we're all going the same direction, will they try to impede me?\n<<choice [[Try it and see.|tryitandsee1]]>> | <<choice [[Be prepared for a fight.|bepreparedtofight1]]>>
There's, uh... there's something on the other computer.\n[[pulsetargeting]]
<<silently>><<set $homemadecompass = 1>><<endsilently>>\nAnd voila! I magnetized the needles, attached 'em to a featherweight disc of plastic MRE wrapper...\n...mounted it all on a bent paper clip, and couched the whole assembly in a piece of PVC tubing.\nIt may not be pretty, but it seems to actually work.\nBy which I mean, it points toward the peak and tells me that's north -- which is better than my suit compass can do.\nScore one for the indoor kid!\nAll right. My compass and I are heading north. Weird-ass peak or bust. I'll message you after a while.\n[[delay 90m|stillpeakbound]]
This feels useless.\nAll I'm doing is putting one foot in front of the other, over and over. I'm not actually getting anywhere.\nJust keep going. South. Or where I think south is.\nThis moon has stolen everything from me. Even the cardinal directions.\nOne foot. The other.\nOver and over.\nNo. This is stupid. I should really go back to the caravel, before it's too late to make that call.\n<<choice [[Go back to the caravel.|returntothecaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Push on to the Varia.|pushontovaria]]>>
You... you're KIDDING, right? I've come all this way. You're not seriously suggesting that I give up now?\n<<choice [[I was kidding!|justkidding]]>> | <<choice [[I was serious. Give up.|seriouslygiveup]]>>
You're insane if you think I'm sticking my hand in there to try and separate them or anything.\nI don't know how much experience you've had with angry, starving space-rats, but I'm gonna guess it's SLIGHTLY less than I've had.\nSo as the resident expert here, I'm gonna make the call to NOT get any closer to them.\nI should be adding all of this to my notes back at the Varia -- this definitely qualifies as atypical for these little guys --\nbut I don't see anything to write on, or with, around h\nOH MY GOD\nOH WHAT THE HELL AM I EVEN LOOKING AT\n<<choice [[What?!|tellmewhatyousee]]>> | <<choice [[Tell me what you see!|tellmewhatyousee2]]>>
The rescue ship has landed about a football field's length away. (A hundred yards. Not great at sports, but I know that one.)\nIt's a small craft -- maybe the size of that caravel. Maybe even smaller.\nBut the big difference is, unlike all the other ships on this horrible, godforsaken moon...\n...it's ALL IN ONE PIECE.\nHa. Ha ha ha.\nThis is... I'm laughing, and crying, and I feel freakin' DELIRIOUS.\nI, ah, I just fell to my knees because I can't make my legs work correctly, the stupid things.\nI'm just SHAKING, I'm so happy.\n<<choice [[You should get back up.|getbackup]]>> | <<choice [[Rest there. You earned it.|restrightthere]]>>
<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>The only "exit" is gonna be knocking down four pod people who used to be my shipmates...\n<<else>>The only "exit" is gonna be knocking down five pod people who used to be my shipmates...<<endif>>\n...and hoping I can scramble out in the confusion!\nI think I can duck past Trotter; he was always the slowest of the bunch--\nWHOOOF\n<<choice [[What happened?|trotterhappened]]>> | <<choice [[Did you make it?|didyoumakeit]]>>
Well, the good news is, I haven't died trying.\nThe bad news is, I honestly can't tell whether I've gotten any closer.\nIt's as if time and space and perspective have all taken a little vacation in the vicinity of this weird peak.\nOne moment I'll look up and think, "Hey, I'm almost there!" And then I'll blink, and it'll seem like it's ten miles away again.\nI'm thinking of taking a snack break before I get back to it.\n<<if $rations is 1>>\n<<choice [[Sure, you've earned it.|snacktime]]>> | <<choice [[Don't waste time on snacks.|notsnacktime]]>>\n<<else>>\n<<choice [[Sure, you've earned it.|ratsnacks]]>> | <<choice [[Don't waste time on snacks.|notsnacktime]]>><<endif>>
Yeah. Yeah, of course not. "Stable" doesn't mean "better."\nPlus, I've still got to figure out how to get us rescued, and get her some real medical attention.\n<<if $crewburied is 0>>In the meantime... what? I guess I should go see to the rest of the crew, right?\nI mean, they're just... lying there.<<endif>>\nI'm heading back to the other half of the ship, bringing the Captain in her stasis pod and the ginny with me.\nI'll message you once I'm there.\n[[delay 30m|backhalfcapalive]]
Yeah... maybe this is the best plan. I mean, given Tau Ceti's position in the sky, I've got less day ahead of me than behind.\nAs long as I can see my boot prints in the sand, I'll have no problem.\nIf and when those disappear, I'll have to navigate by landmarks like the caravel site and, past that, the enormous crater.\nIf my luck holds, I'll make it back to the Varia before sunset.\nMaybe once I'm there, I can build a compass out of spare parts. I think I still remember how to do that.\nAnyway. Enough talkin'. No time for chattin'. Not even enough time for puttin' the "g" at the end of words.\nThat's how you know I'm really runnin' short on time.\nAll right. Back to hikin'.\n[[delay 90m|backatcaravel]]
Oh, well, then you'll be happy to know that it tastes EXACTLY the way it sounds.\n[[delay 5m|afterbreakfastthree]]
Yeah, anything sounds good after the Varia's rations!\nSpeaking of which, I'm gonna want to find something to eat and drink before long.\nI have this theory that if I just built an intersection here, competing Starbucks would magically appear on at least two of the corners.\nBut I'd hate to do all that work just to be proven wrong.\n<<choice [[Save your energy.|saveyourenergy]]>> | <<choice [[Describe your surroundings.|describehere]]>>
Behind the sealed door to the rear quarters, though, I... I found the rest of the crew.\nAntoine, Trotter, Colby, Adair. All dead. All of them, just... dead.\nI don't see Captain Aya anywhere. I don't know...\nI... I don't think I can do this. Knowing that all of them, every one of them... I just...\n<<choice [[Honor the dead.|burythemallcrewfirst]]>> | <<choice [[Just keep moving.|justkeepmovingcrewfirst]]>>
I don't know what that looked like from your end, but from where I'm standing --\n(okay, let's be honest, from where I've crumpled into a nervous heap on one of these salvage command deck chairs) --\nthere was this sort of humming noise that was SUDDEN and EVERYWHERE, and my vision started to go a little swimmy...\n...and I just had time to look at the monitors, and I saw that the TIME TO PULSE countdown was at all zeroes...\n...and then it was like the whole world just... fell apart.\nLike everything moved away from me, and I moved away from it, simultaneously and instantaneously.\nBefore I even knew it was happening, it was over. Everything was back to "normal" (and I use that word loosely).\nBut... I think I just experienced what happened when I was outside the peak, and it shimmered and disappeared...\n...except, this time, I was INSIDE the peak.\nAnd I shimmered and disappeared WITH it.\n<<choice [[We got disconnected.|wegotdisconnected]]>> | <<choice [[Do you feel okay?|feelokay]]>>
I can't ignore the eyes. There's nothing to look at anymore, EXCEPT for the eyes.\nThey can see deeper into me than anyone ever has.\n[[crazypants]]
No, no, there's no time to "hold on."\nTime is at a premium around here. It's moving in ways I don't totally understand.\nYou and I might get cut off for a second that turns out to be half an hour, from where I'm observing.\nWho KNOWS what these Varia zombies could do in that time?\nNo. I've got to act fast. Are you with me?\n<<choice [[Do I have a choice?|doihaveachoice]]>> | <<choice [[Tell me your plan.|tellmeyourplan]]>>
<<silently>><<set $pills -= 1>><<endsilently>>\nYeah, I think this is a good idea.\nEspecially because, as soon as I said "never-ending story," I got the theme song for "The NeverEnding Story" stuck in my head.\nAnd if pain pills weren't designed SPECIFICALLY to counteract the pain of that earworm, then I don't know what.\nGonna rest. I'll message you soon.\n[[delay 30m|neverendingstory]]
Much obliged. Hopefully they'll make up for all the swearing I did while my teeth were chattering in the cold last night.\n<<choice [[Swear all you need.|swearalot]]>> | <<choice [[Can you warn the ship?|warnshiptwo]]>>
Um. Listen. I'm just... I just feel exhausted right now. I just want to lie down.\nMaybe I'm being, you know, melodramatic. Maybe I'll be just fine out here.\nWake up refreshed, like I just took a brisk, cold, eight-hour shower.\nBut, uh... in case I don't...\n...I just want to say thanks. For sticking with me, for being a voice in the darkness.\nBecause this is about as dark as it possibly could've gotten for me, so... I appreciate it.\nIt really is beautiful, out here under all these stars. Thousands, hundreds of thousands of them.\nI wish you could see this.\nI'm... just gonna close my eyes for a little while.\n[[delay 8s|connectionlost]]
ive never broken a bone in my life and now this\noh my god shouldnt i go into shock at some point cause the pain is freaking overwhelming\n[[delay 4s|bad advicedaytwo]]
They were... dammit... they were all just standing there, aloof, until I tried to get around them...\n...and suddenly they've become... really strong... and REALLY focused on stopping me.\n<<if $hurtshoulder is 1>>Aggh! Adair went straight for my hurt shoulder!<<endif>>\n<<if $hurtankle is 1>>Antoine -- ow -- has a death grip on my twisted ankle!<<endif>>\nIt's like they're targeting my injuries -- like they KNOW, somehow!\nI can't... I can't fight off all of them! I... any ONE of them is stronger than I am!\n<<choice [[You've GOT to fight!|havetofight]]>> | <<choice [[If you can't fight, flee!|nofightflee]]>>
This is a terrible idea.\nAll I'm doing is putting one foot in front of the other, over and over. I'm not actually getting anywhere.\nJust keep going. North. Or where I think north is.\nThis moon has stolen everything from me. Even the cardinal directions.\nOne foot. The other.\nOver and over.\n[[delay 15m|deathmarch]]
This would... probably be easier if I wasn't talking to you. No offense, I just really ought to concentrate.\nIf you never hear from me again, it's because I pulled a "127 Hours" just like I was afraid of.\nNot sure what that translates to in metric terms. Hopefully it sounds more impressive. "49,087 Megaminutes" or something.\nOkay. Down I go. Talk to you soon. I hope.\n[[delay 30m|downincrater]]
Holy crap. It's a lot further than it looked. My legs feel like Jell-O, and I'm maybe halfway there.\n[[delay 4s|jello]]
<<silently>><<set $pills = $pills - 1>><<endsilently>>\nYeah. I think that's a decent idea. No sense in suffering if I don't have to.\nAnd I've still got <<$pills>> pills left for later.\nCrap -- the glow rod is fading already. I think I should get out of here before it fails me completely.\n[[delay 1m|caravelmain]]
What, like... meet them partway?\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>In the very dark, very enclosed space of the hallway? Where I'm outnumbered, four to one?\n<<else>>In the very dark, very enclosed space of the hallway? Where I'm outnumbered, five to one?<<endif>>\nCould I maybe NOT do that? Because it doesn't sound like the best plan, from a sheerly tactic point of view, you know?\n<<choice [[Do it. You only live once.|youonlyliveonce]]>> | <<choice [[Okay. Stay put, then.|stayincontrolroom]]>>
Oh. Uh... yeah, I guess they are. I have no idea how to override whatever weapons system is hooked up.\nHopefully, they've got their defenses up -- hopefully, they CAN defend against an EMP, or a particle beam, or WHATEVER it is.\nHopefully, they're not jus\n[[disappearancetwo]]
I'm here. I'm finally here. I sort of can't believe it.\nI know, a lot of times, people talk about how they "never" thought they were going to achieve some goal...\n...but I think it's usually hyperbole. Not in this case, though. I literally never thought I'd make it here.\nIt's big, bigger than I would have thought. Not just taller, but bigger around at the base.\nThere's a recessed area, maybe fifty yards to my left. \nShould I check that out, or scout around the perimeter first?\n<<choice [[Scout the perimeter.|scoutperimeter]]>> | <<choice [[Check out the opening.|checkopening]]>>
"Comfortable." What, while she dies?\nLook, as far as I know, she's the only other living person on this rock.\nI owe her more than just a nice memory-foam pillow under her head while she bleeds out.\nIf there's a chance of stabilizing her, I've got to do it!\n[[delay 1m|nomedshere]]
I was "prepared," I guess -- by which I mean, I have no idea how I would have prepared -- but there was no fight.\nThey weren't exactly... PLEASANT about it... but they didn't physically hold me back.\nIt's like trying to get a good look at the Mona Lisa around all the tourists.\nOkay. Mad dash down the hall. I'll talk to you in a minute.\n[[delay 2m|emergefromhall]]
Right. The atmosphere IS breathable -- for me, at any rate -- with what my suit says is primarily nitrogen...\n...but enough oxygen that my lungs are happy, and next to zero carbon dioxide.\nAnd also, I know I didn't imagine whatever those things were that ran by me in the corridor earlier.\nThose, though... they were small. A matter of inches and ounces. Insects, maybe? Or some other arthropod?\nWhatever's approaching the peak right now, though... they're as big as I am.\nMaybe that just means they're humans...\n...but the thought that they might NOT be is what's keeping me from rushing out there with open arms.\nI'm just gonna settle in and get comfortable (NB: I am as unsettled and uncomfortable as I have ever been in my life)...\n...and wait for my guests to arri--\n[[scuttlingrats]]
Hey. Hey, my legs just stopped. Working.\nI'm telling them to go but they won't go. I'm all "go" and they're like "no."\nLegs what's wrong?\n[[delay 4s|dehydrated]]
I... I can't. Not yet.\nIt's freaky, no doubt, but I can handle it. I just know that there's more to be discovered here.\nI've come so far. Even when I wanted to give up, it felt like I was being compelled here... like I was being PUSHED.\nI can't walk away yet. I have to see.\n<<choice [[Fine. Your funeral.|igetitnow]]>> | <<choice [[Got it. Follow those things.|followthosethings]]>>
No. Nobody's threatening me. Nobody's said a word or made a sudden move or done ANYTHING.\nThey're just... standing there. And I'm... I'm shaking so bad, I feel like I might collapse.\n<<choice [[I don't understand.|idontgetit]]>> | <<choice [[Please tell me what's going on.|areyousafe]]>>
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Right. Sorry. As you can imagine, I'm pretty freaked out right now.\nWe covered a ton of different protocols in training, but this was never one of them.\nBut it's cool. It's cool. I just have to find the other survivors, and they'll know what to do.\nOnly...\n[[delay 4s|nosurvivors]]
No, of course not. I could never forget her.\nBut if I'm going to keep the Captain's memory alive, I'm gonna have to survive myself.\nSo... I've got a beacon, got a turret, and a generator that should power one or the other.\nNow all I need to survive is food and water. Sounds easy enough, right? Sure.\nSo I guess my options over here are either grave-digging, or else exploring the ship further.\n<<choice [[Dig those graves.|digthosegraves]]>> | <<choice [[Keep exploring.|branchingcorridor]]>>
And then when her life was in MY hands, I just... watched it bleed out.\nI lost her. What... what do I even do now?\n<<choice [[Just keep moving forward.|movingonforcapcrewfirst]]>> | <<choice [[Never forget her.|dontforgetcapcrewfirst]]>>
Huh. Yeah, I guess that's sort of what this tastes like.\nAlthough it equally tastes like computer-animated rodent, so now I'm not sure WHAT to believe.\n[[delay 5m|afterbreakfastthree]]
So, the good news is, I already know how to break into the broadcast and get my own message into the feed.\nBad news? Nothing here has me convinced that there's a way for that ship to respond to me.\nI don't know whether they actually received my original S.O.S. message (as opposed to just chancing upon the sector)...\n...and I'll have no way of knowing whether they're able to pick up my warning.\nSo all this "desperately trying to reprogram the mysterious computer system" could all be in vain.\n<<choice [[So why bother?|sowhybother]]>> | <<choice [[Keep at it, just in case.|doitanyway]]>>
I'm a little wary of that idea, honestly.\nI feel like, if this is a rescue team, then I can wait an extra few minutes to get rescued. I made it this long already.\nIf it's stragglers from another downed ship... they might be crazed from wandering through the desert for days, or weeks.\n(I mean, I've only been wandering since day before yesterday, and I think I'm about half-crazed, myself.)\nMaybe it'd be better to wait and see how they react to this place, and make sure they know I'm a stranger here too.\nAnd... if they're not rescuers OR survivors... if they're something worse...\n...then I sure as hell don't want to deliver myself into their arms.\n<<choice [[Seriously, go meet them.|seriouslymeetthem]]>> | <<choice [["Something worse"?|somethingworse]]>>
I just lived through three days of hell.\nI'm going to press a button, close my eyes, and prevent what happened to me from ever happening to anyone here again.\nGiven EVERY SINGLE ALTERNATIVE this moon has thrown at me?\nThis is, far and away, the best death I can imagine.\n...All right. Rescue ship is up.\nAll those angry, hostless aliens just turned around and started heading for the peak.\nIt's about to get very, VERY crowded in here.\nThey're screaming. They're all screaming.\nGood.\nI WANT them to scream.\nI hope this really hurts them.\nLook, before I go, I just want to say...\n...I never could have gotten through these last few days without you.\nSo... thank you. I mean it.\nAnd here's to a brighter future.\nThis is Cadet Taylor, formerly of the Varia, signing off.\n[connection terminated]\n[[delay 2s|gameover]]
The only way I can answer that with any confidence is to say "stranded."\nIf you know where nowhere is, just look right in the middle of it, and you'll spot me.\n<<if $toldname is 0>>My name's Taylor, by the way. Probably should've started with that.<<endif>>\nThe Varia was on a gentle elliptical path toward Tau Ceti IV.\nI don't know whether we went off course, or by how much.\nI was nowhere near the bridge when it all went down.\nColby, she... she shoved me into an escape pod and then went to see how she could help the others. That's just who she was.\nI guess I blacked out in the pod, from shock or fear or something -- I don't know how long -- \n...and when I came to, I was here.\n<<choice [[Describe "here."|describehere]]>> | <<choice [[Want to talk about Colby?|talkColby]]>>
This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy.\nWhy am I actively hunting some creepy alien creature that's scampering around in the wiring?\nI mentioned before, I've seen an awful lot of sci-fi/horror movies.\nOver the last couple days, it's become pretty evident that I've seen TOO MANY. More than was good for me.\nBut I know, this scenario NEVER ends well for the person wearing the "Hello, My Name Is TAYLOR" nametag.\nOkay. It's... it's louder over here. Behind the pulse countdown computer.\nI think, if I can just get my fingertips behind this plating, I can\nOH MY GOD\n<<choice [[What happened?|whatsupscuttling]]>> | <<choice [[Are you all right?|allrightscuttling]]>>
Yeah. You're right. I should... bury them, or something, huh?\nThere's got to be, like, a spade or some kind of... something to dig with.\nWait, what am I thinking?\nI don't have time for sentimentality right now, and I certainly don't have time for grave-digging.\nCaptain Aya is waiting on me!\n[[delay 10m|gogetmeds]]
Still... don't think I'm any closer to the peak.\nTau Ceti is on its way down. And the peak looks -- I know how weird this is gonna sound -- but it looks sort of... shimmery.\nShimmery and green. Like it's putting out a real low-level glow, kind of.\nUnfortunately, I can't seem to get any closer to the stupid peak to figure out what's making that stupid glow.\nI think... I think I have to turn back. I don't feel like I can get there before it starts to get dark.\nHell, I don't know if I can get back to the Varia before dark. I might be lucky to make it back to the caravel wreck.\nAnd that's about the most tenuous definition of "lucky" I can imagine.\n<<choice [[Turn around and head back.|turnbackwhileyoucan]]>> | <<choice [[Just keep pushing ahead.|pushaheadeveningtwo]]>>
"Quickly" is a relative term, though. I mean, how long was that for you, just now?\n<<choice [[Only a few seconds.|onlyafewseconds]]>> | <<choice [[Not long at all.|onlyafewseconds2]]>>
Okay. Keep in mind that I know how crazy this sounds. Keep in mind that I don't believe it, myself.\nBut it looks almost like... a person.\nI mean, it's all shadows. It's almost impossible to make anything out on this monitor screen, at this distance.\nAnd the human mind has a tendency to spot human-like shapes in random things. I just learned the word for it recently: "pareidolia."\nLike when people see the Virgin Mary in water stains, or smiley faces in car grilles and headlights.\nI'm probably more prone to it than anyone right now, being the only living person out here, desperately seeking the familiar.\nSo even though this looks like a person EVERY SINGLE TIME that I rewind it, I know that, of course, it ISN'T a person.\nDeep breaths. Not freaking out.\n<<choice [[Go get some breakfast.|breakfastdaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Keep studying the footage.|keepstudyingfootage]]>>
Hey, no, thanks for listening to me blather.\nThat actually felt normal. Like I was telling my new friend about my old friend.\nHey, if this all turns out for the best, maybe we can all go get coffee sometime. I'm buyin'.\nOr, hell, if I make it out of this alive, I'll have earned something a lot stronger than coffee!\n<<choice [[Sounds good!|coffeesoundsgood]]>> | <<choice [[Describe where you are now.|describehere]]>>
Hey... so... they aren't being... PLEASANT about it... but they're not physically holding me back.\nIt's like trying to get a good look at the Mona Lisa around all the tourists.\nOkay. Mad dash down the hall. I'll talk to you in a minute.\n[[delay 2m|emergefromhall]]
No. No, it's nothing to do with the rats.\n[[whatthistime]]
It'd be nice to think they're that sentimental. Or that organized.\nFrankly, I'm mostly surprised that they haven't started EATING Wildboy by now, much less holding a candlelight vigil.\nI've just... I've got too many plates to keep spinning right now. The rats, the food supply, the ship, the computers, the...\n...uh, well, I guess I just figured out which plate to spin next. For better or for worse.\n(Who am I kidding? It's never for better.)\n<<choice [[Which plate?|whichplate]]>> | <<choice [[No freaking out. Just breathe.|nofreakingout]]>>
Okay, so, I know this is going to sound psycho...\n...but I think the most accurate word for them is UNDEAD.\nMaybe that's a logic leap. Maybe I'm shouting "zombie" when this is something altogether different.\nI mean, I think that whatever's inside them... it's keeping them functioning, keeping biological processes going.\nBut are these the same rats, with the same personalities, that I was testing before the Varia crashed?\nBefore their eyes turned green?\nI really don't think so. At all.\nThe thing is --\nOh.\nOh, no.\n<<choice [[What is it?|whatthistime]]>> | <<choice [[Something more with the rats?|morewithrats]]>>
You will forgive me if I turn off the comm for the next little while.\nI have a theory that the cold, empty void of space might make a better and more rational conversationalist than you.\nI'll message you after a while. Maybe.\n[[delay 190m|wenttowardpeakanyway]]
Look, I have no intention of getting any closer to it than I absolutely have to.\nI'd much rather just film it with a zoom lens from across the room, believe me...\n...but the camera on my IEVA suit isn't functioning. It's literally costing us history, right now.\nSo I feel like I need to describe this thing to you, as best I can. Which might not be very well; I'm kind of at a loss for words.\nThis thing, this CREATURE, it's... for the last few minutes, it's been pulling parts back into itself.\nWhich is EXACTLY as gruesome and unpleasant as it sounds, in case that wasn't coming across.\nI've been half-ignoring it, because it makes me ill every time I look over there.\n<<choice [[You have to describe it.|havetodescribe]]>> | <<choice [[Take a minute, if you need.|takeaminute]]>>
So, uh, hopefully you had a chance to look that up, because it's getting really, just stupidly cold here.\nWhat's the verdict? Should I just layer up under whatever cover I can find and spend a night shivering in the Varia?\nOr risk radiation poisoning by cuddling up to a faulty fusion reactor?\n<<choice [[Stay in the ship.|sleepintheship]]>> | <<choice [[Camp out by the reactor.|sleepbythereactor]]>>
Yes. Good plan. No sense in actively hunting whatever creepy alien creature is scampering around in the wiring, is there?\nI mentioned before, I've seen an awful lot of sci-fi/horror movies.\nOver the last couple days, it's become pretty evident that I've seen TOO MANY. More than was good for me.\nBut I know, this scenario NEVER ends well for the person wearing the "Hello, My Name Is TAYLOR" nametag.\nIt's... it's louder over here. Behind the pulse countdown computer.\nThis is me, stepping away from the pulse countdown computer, not rushing headlong into\nOH MY GOD\n<<choice [[What happened?|whatsupscuttling]]>> | <<choice [[Are you all right?|allrightscuttling]]>>
Whatever the ground is made of... it does NOT want to be dug.\nI've got... one grave. Pretty shallow.\nPlus, it occurred to me I should probably go get Captain Aya's body... she'd want to be buried with the rest of her crew.\nMight go do that now. Hiking and hauling actually sounds preferable to digging.\n<<choice [[Sure. Go get the Captain.|gogetcap]]>> | <<choice [[Probably better to keep digging.|betterkeepdigging]]>>
<<silently>><<set $bringginnytwo = 1>><<endsilently>>\nYeah. Fair enough. I mean, it'll slow me down a little, but it might be worth it in the long run.\nI mean, there's a chance I could need it for something when I get to the peak...\n...or -- and I'm trying not to think about this -- there's a chance that if I left it here with the caravel...\n...I might make it back here, only to find the generator missing. In which case, I'd suddenly have MUCH bigger worries.\n[[finishassessment]]
I think I'm good. I mean, as good as I'm likely to get.\nWhat do you think?\n<<choice [[It's time to go inside.|gothroughdoor]]>> | <<choice [[Only if you're sure.|onlyifsure]]>>
I've got the Captain. It's funny, with her flight suit and everything, I guess...\n...I don't know, I guess I just expected her to be heavier, or something.\nBut it's like she's just sort of... a shell, now. Like everything that made her who she was is just... gone.\nI'm gonna go ahead and rig up a field stretcher with a Mylar blanket and duct tape. Easiest way to transport her.\nI'll check in again when the two of us are back (once more) at the crew quarters.\n[[delay 30m|backtoburycap]]
This peak, this control room, it's a command center for a weapon, yes? That's what the TIME TO PULSE is all about.\nI don't know what the weapon IS, exactly -- I'm guessing an electromagnetic pulse, a particle-beam, something BIG --\nbut odds are pretty good that, if it's powerful enough to rip starships out of the sky...\n...then all I have to do is figure out how to reprogram it to unleash on THESE coordinates...\n...and it'll be powerful enough to fry every inch of this peak to a crisp.\nIncluding the screaming green aliens that are running around inside the undead crew of the Varia!\n<<choice [[Hold on a minute...|holdonweapon]]>> | <<choice [[Can you really reprogram it?|reallyreprogram]]>>
This is... just the worst. The Captain was the first person I met at Mission Control.\nShe just made me feel like part of the team, you know? Effortlessly.\nThat was her thing, she just knew how to get people working smoothly together. That's what made her such a great leader.\nI didn't... I didn't think twice about putting my life in her hands.\n[[delay 4s|capsgonecrewfirst]]
I've scouted out the crater walls in scouting-out distance, and found a section with a decent amount of crags and footholds.\nI guess, in the absence of nylon ropes and carabiners, a few shallow divots in the rock is as good as it's gonna get.\nI mean, what's the worst that could happen? I end up sawing off my arm with a blunt Swiss Army knife like the "127 Hours" guy?\n...Yes. That actually DOES sound like the worst that could happen.\nWish me luck?\n<<choice [[Good luck climbing.|goodluckclimbing]]>> | <<choice [[Break a leg.|breakaleg]]>>
There's a problem. There are a bunch of little problems, adding up to one big one.\n[[heresthesituation]]
...You're right. That's almost poetic.\nI don't think I'd mind if my last thoughts were about poetry.\nThe... the creatures are coming out of the ground at my feet.\nI know how they get inside. I remember the taste.\nI'm just... thinking of poetry, instead of pain.\n[[submitlikeapoet]]
<<silently>><<set $rations = 1>><<endsilently>>\nOkay! My Reachin' Stick is done. That's with capital letters because this is obviously a million-dollar idea.\n(It's amazing how many million-dollar ideas you come up with when you're stranded in space, where a million dollars is useless.)\nI've already banged up my shoulder, so why not strain it to the breaking point by shoving it as far through the door as it'll go?\nAll right, Reachin' Stick... let's start reachin'!\nSteady... steady...\nCRAP! I was not steady enough.\nOkay, slowly but surely... I've got the claw on either side of something shiny and silver and presumably edible...\nHere it comes... don't drop it... DO NOT DROP IT YOU CLUMSY DROPPER YOU\nHa! Yes! Oh my God, I did it! I went fishing and caught myself a chicken pesto pasta!\nPart of me wants to tear into this right now... but maybe I should keep grabbing meal packs until I have a sizable stash.\n<<choice [[Eat! You earned it!|eatyouearnedit]]>> | <<choice [[Keep fishing.|keepfishing]]>>
What WAS I babbling about? Good question.\nI'm not too sure. But I DO know why I stopped.\n[[whatthehell]]
<<silently>><<set $pills = 3>><<endsilently>>\nUgh. They should've sent a contortionist, not a science student.\nAnyhow, I'm in. This looks like a pretty basic sick bay. I say that because I found a medkit in here.\nAnd inside the medkit was a bottle -- a large bottle -- labeled in both Mandarin and English, so I could tell it was painkillers.\nWhich, I thought, yay! Because my shoulder hurts like there's no tomorrow.\n(There may legitimately be no tomorrow. Fun thought.)\nBut the bottle is almost empty. It would make a nice maraca, but there are only three pills in it.\nI'm not here to judge, but someone on this ship must've had a pretty serious problem.\nOr else... they downed a whole bunch of pills rather than face whatever brought the ship down.\n(Nope. That's officially too dark. Not gonna think in that direction.)\n<<if $hurtankle is 1>>Between the shoulder and the ankle, I could certainly justify taking one of these pills now to make things easier.\n<<elseif $hurtankle is 0>>My shoulder is killing me. I could certainly justify taking one of these pills now to make things easier.<<endif>>\nBut then again, things could always get worse later. I might want to hang onto them.\n<<choice [[Take one now.|takepillone]]>> | <<choice [[Hold off for now.|takenopill]]>>
It still looks like a doorway machined out of the rock. Built for someone my size.\nBuilt for ME?\nI don't know whether it's coming across or not, but right now I am terrified out of my skull.\n<<choice [[Take a minute to process.|processtime]]>> | <<choice [[You have to go in.|gothroughdoor]]>>
All right! I'm just gonna go with the first MRE I grab out of my pack.\nAnd the winner is... chili with beans!\n(In space, no one can hear you fart.)\nSome would argue that chili with beans isn't proper chili at all. \nWhich side of this all-important debate do YOU land on?\n<<choice [[I prefer it with beans.|chiliwithbeans]]>> | <<choice [[No beans, ever.|chilinobeans]]>>
[ieva suit sensors indicate severe tachycardia]\n[ischemia detected]\n[myocardial infarction detected]\n[[delay 4s|connectionlost]]
Man. All this running back and forth between the two crash sites... it's really starting to wear me down, you know?\nBut, okay, I'm back at the crew quarters. Gotta... just keep charging ahead.\nIf I stop moving now, Captain Aya will end up dead too. Right now, she's all I've got.\nThere's... a lot to sort through. Gimme a few minutes, here.\n[[delay 10m|gogetmeds]]
Yeah, all right, maybe that's smart. I'll hang onto the pills for the time being.\nIf the last couple days have taught me anything, it's that, no matter how bad things seem at the moment, they could always get worse later.\nCrap -- the glow rod is fading already. I think I should get out of here before it fails me completely.\n[[delay 1m|caravelmain]]
I'm not strong enough! I can't win!\nOh, my God... this is it, isn't it? I'm gonna die, right here in this room, at the hands of the Varia crew!\nThey're going to infect me with whatever the hell their little parasite creature is...\nand I AM GOING TO DIE.\nWhy won't they all stop SCREAMING?!\n<<choice [[There must be a solution.|mustbeasolution]]>> | <<choice [[Are you submitting to it?!|submittocreature]]>>
Yeah! I KNOW it can't be possible!\n<<if $capburied is 1 and $crewburied is 1>>I buried them -- ALL of them -- IN THESE UNIFORMS -- back at the Varia!\n<<elseif $crewburied is 1 and $capburied is 0>>I buried the crew -- IN THESE UNIFORMS -- back at the Varia!\n<<elseif $crewburied is 0 and $capburied is 1>>I buried the Captain -- IN THIS UNIFORM -- back at the Varia!\n<<endif>>\n<<if $capburied is 1 or $crewburied is 1>>Dammit all, I tried! I did everything I knew how to do!\nI tried my best to honor them, to give them a proper burial, and this damned moon won't even let them have THAT!<<endif>>\nOh, no. Oh, please stop.\n<<choice [[What is happening?|whatsupwithzombies]]>> | <<choice [[Who are you talking to?|whoareyoutalkingto]]>>
So after a depressing trudge across a barren wasteland, we arrive once more at a crewless crew quarters.\nMy life has become bad middle-school poetry.\nI'm going to get the rest of the graves dug and inter the Captain and the crew, which I think will be a really good thing.\nJust to have some sense of closure, you know?\nI want to come up with a few words to say over each of them. I'm gonna take a little private time while I work.\nI'll get back to you in a bit.\n[[delay 60m|everybodyburied]]
I... God, I guess I really have to consider that, don't I?\nI mean, if I don't signal someone that I'm here, then the Captain's dead when the ginny runs dry...\n...and I'm dead when I'm out of rations.\n(And before you even THINK of suggesting cannibalism, just know that the idea is off the table. Figuratively and literally.)\nCaptain Aya was always about using hard logic to make her decisions. I guess that's what we've come down to.\nAm I really willing to let her die, just for the chance to save myself?\n<<choice [[No. Power the pod.|powerpodcapalive]]>> | <<choice [[You need that beacon.|reallybeaconcapalive]]>>
I guess I feel all right. Like I said, it happened so fast, I didn't really have time to react.\nIf I stopped to consider what just happened to me, I'd probably get motion sickness.\nCan you get that from going out of phase with reality?\n[[checkthetranscript]]
Oh, yeah? First time, for me.\nMaybe you can give me some travel tips.\nAny idea where to score a quality mocha latte around here? I'm absolutely USELESS before that first cup of coffee.\nOther situations in which I'm absolutely useless: wandering around a giant moon crater.\nSigh.\n<<choice [[Just keep at it.|keepwanderingcrater]]>> | <<choice [[Now I want some coffee.|iwantcoffee]]>>
"Might as well." There's a shrug of an endorsement, if I've ever heard one.\nTell you what. When I break my neck trying to get down there -- which seems really, really likely, as I'm looking at this again --\nyou can at least have the deep satisfaction that comes from being able to say "I told you so."\nSo you've got that going for you, which is nice.\n[[delay 2m|gointocrater]]
They need me in that control room. Bringing them more ships. Bringing them more HOSTS.\nThere aren't enough hosts on this moon, so we call them from other sectors.\nAnd there aren't enough hosts in this sector, so we call them from other times.\nWe reach into the future for our prey; we fish from the past for our sustenance.\nWe pull starships from every space and time to feed our needs.\nStill it is not enough.\nWe must bring them all here, from all places and from all times.\nUntil every living thing is our host.\nAnd we are within every living thing.\nWE ARE--\nHey! Ouch!\n<<choice [[What happened?|whatthehell]]>> | <<choice [[What were you just babbling about?|babblingabout]]>>
Believe it or not, I actually feel better after sleeping a little.\nI'm going to get the rest of the graves dug and inter the crew, which I think will be a really good thing.\nJust to have some sense of closure, you know?\nI want to come up with a few words to say over each of them. I'm gonna take a little private time while I work.\nI'll get back to you in a bit.\n[[delay 60m|crewburiedcrewfirst]]
<<if $glowrods is 1>><<set $plural = "">><<else>><<set $plural = "s">><<endif>>\nAll right, so, I've still got <<$glowrods>> glow rod<<$plural>> left.\nI just peeked down the hall -- and if these guys have any kind of lights, they're sure not using them.\nThat's a five-minute trudge in near-total blackness; there's just the low light of the control room at the end to guide them.\nShould I, maybe, crack a glow rod and toss it down the hall toward them?\n<<choice [[Yeah, good idea!|glowrodgoodidea]]>> | <<choice [[No. Absolutely not.|glowrodbadidea]]>>
[ieva suit sensors indicate severe tachycardia]\n[ischemia detected]\n[myocardial infarction detected]\n[[connectionlost]]
Yes! I've stayed strong this whole time, and I just... I don't have any strength left, okay?\nAren't I allowed to be weak in this moment? Just in this one moment?\n<<choice [[There won't be another.|wontbeanother]]>> | <<choice [[If that's really what you want.|reallywhatyouwant]]>>
Wow. This chicken pesto pasta is terrible.\nIt's also probably the single greatest thing I've ever eaten in my entire life.\nI remember Colby mentioning that these meal packs had a shelf life of five years before they got thrown out...\n...assuming they were stored in a cool, dry place, that is. Doesn't get much cooler or dryer than a desert moon.\nHa! According to this one's code, it was packaged four months from now. Obviously a misprint.\nBut it robs me of a clue in my very amateur detective work... I have one less way of knowing when this ship was supplied.\nSo... how long has this caravel been sitting here, gathering dust, I wonder?\n<<choice [[Check the logs?|checkthelogs]]>> | <<choice [[Put it out of mind.|dontworryaboutit]]>>
<<silently>><<set $ginny = 1>><<endsilently>>\nOkay! Good News/Bad News time again.\nBad news: No medkit that I could find. I could get into the cabinet just fine, but the kit was gone.\nSomeone must have taken it for something, and not put it back before the crash. So it's probably still around, somewhere.\nBut! Good news: The Varia had two medical stasis pods on board.\nOne is so much scrap metal now (bad news), but the other is still intact, and all functions have a green light!\nHow do I know, you might ask?\nBecause I also found a portable generator!\n(And then I did a little portable generator dance.)\nIt's small, but it'll keep the stasis pod running for days.\nAnd the pod might not be able to heal the Captain, but it'll keep her wounds in check and keep that lung from getting any worse.\nIt's gonna be a pain in the ass to haul the pod and the ginny all the way back to the Captain, though.\nYou think I should bring her here, or try to rig this thing up to move it to her?\n<<choice [[Move the Captain.|movethecaptain]]>> | <<choice [[Move the stasis pod.|movethepod]]>>
I'm a barely-trained, unskilled student stranded alone on a desert moon in a faulty IEVA suit...\n...so far from Earth that I couldn't begin to tell you which is my Sun out of the million pinpricks of light in the night sky --\n(that's the FREEZING COLD night, by the way, which I survived by probably giving myself radiation poisoning) --\nand I just spent the night in a ghost ship haunted by something that scuttled around and glowed green.\nAnd also I have a hangnail.\nSo I guess what I'm saying is, what part of this trip up to now HASN'T been dangerous?\nI think it's peak or bust, my friend.\n<<choice [[Let's hope it's "peak."|peakdaythree]]>> | <<choice [[My money is on "bust."|dontgobust]]>>
[[whoaindeed]]
How is any of this possible?!\nHow am I in a computer control room in the center of a mountain on a moon littered with wrecked spaceships?\nNone of it makes any sense. But it's happening.\nThat is a person.\nAnd that person is coming HERE.\n<<choice [[Go out and meet them.|gomeetthem]]>> | <<choice [[Stay where you are.|staywhereyouare]]>>
Yeah, that'd be my preference too.\nLet's put it this way: If things come down on the "good news" side of the equation, then I'm about to get really, REALLY rescued.\nBecause where there used to be one human-shaped human approaching my location...\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>...now there are four.\n<<else>>...now there are five.<<endif>>\n<<choice [[Go out and meet them.|gooutandmeetthem]]>> | <<choice [[Stay where you are.|stayrightthere]]>>
Believe it or not, I actually feel better after sleeping a little.\nI'm going to get the rest of the graves dug and inter the crew, which I think will be a really good thing.\nJust to have some sense of closure, you know?\nI want to come up with a few words to say over each of them. I'm gonna take a little private time while I work.\nI'll get back to you in a bit.\n[[delay 60m|crewburied]]
Okay, I don't want to say this is "impossible," because that sounds like I'm exaggerating...\n...so let's just say that getting into the galley is "improbable."\nHighly, HIGHLY improbable.\nIt's starting to get late, anyway. The sun (er, star... Tau Ceti) is getting low on the horizon.\nI need to think about bedding down for the night.\nSo, what do you think? Keep bashing this improbable door in the hopes that it gives in before I do?\nOr forget it for now and figure out my sleeping arrangements?\n<<choice [[Keep trying the door.|tryinggalleydoor2a]]>> | <<choice [[Forget it for now.|stoptryinggalleydoor2a]]>>
Ugh. With a little effort -- okay, MORE than a little effort -- I can make my way back up, at a more solid part of the crater wall.\nI just feel dumb for having tried to take a shortcut. This is the price I pay, I guess.\nLet that be a lesson: Anything worth doing, is worth doing in the most tedious, mind-numbing fashion imaginable.\nLet me concentrate on making it back up to the top, then I'll get back to you.\n[[delay 5m|walkperimeter]]
That's it, then. I've made it all the way around the peak.\nNo more writing on the walls, that I could find. And no more temporospatial shimmering.\n(That is a sentence I never dreamed I'd be saying in my life. Even when I DID win a lottery to ride in a spaceship.)\nSo I'm back at the recessed area.\n<<if $peakdoorway is 0>>[[justreachedpeakdoor]]\n<<elseif $peakdoorway is 1>>[[reachedpeakdooragain]]<<endif>>
I'm at a loss with these systems.\nI might as well start bashing my fists -- or, hell, my forehead -- against the keys at random, for all the good it'll do.\n...Wait. That's it!\n<<choice [[What's "it"? Random bashing?|randombashing]]>> | <<choice [[That can't be your plan.|cantbeyourplan]]>>
[[morecracks]]
<<silently>><<set $glowrods = $glowrods - 1>><<endsilently>>\nWoof. I can't help but feel like this is probably a waste of time, effort, and light. All of which are in short supply around here.\nAll right. Another glow rod cracked. Only <<$glowrods>> left.\nFortunately (?), the wires to this thing are mostly exposed, so maybe it won't be that hard to get it patched in to the ginny.\nGimme a few minutes to mess with this.\n[[delay 5m|hookedupalarm]]
I... I can't...\nOh! God! What am I DOING?\n"It gets in through the mouth." I just realized.\nThe... the green spit. The horrible taste in the mornings. Oh, God.\nOne of these things was trying to climb inside me WHILE I WAS SLEEPING!\nI have to get out of here!\n<<choice [[That's what I've been saying!|likeisaid]]>> | <<choice [[Can you find an exit?|findanexit]]>>
Yeah. Yeah, maybe that's the best plan. Give myself a little while to mentally prepare for this.\n(As if there were any way to mentally prepare for this.)\nBecause there's no doubt, they're heading right for where I am.\nAnd then... what?\nAm I rescued?\n<<if $power is "beacon">>Did the Varia's beacon actually bring somebody to save me?<<endif>>\nI've got some time. Might as well see what else I can do with these computers, huh?\n<<choice [[Sure, see what's what.|trycomputers]]>> | <<choice [[Don't mess with them.|donttrycomputers]]>>
What about me?\n[[wrappingthingsup]]
<<silently>><<set $hurtankle = 1>><<endsilently>>\nOkay. So. That did not work very well.\nEverything was going fine, and then suddenly the ground just gave out from under me.\n(Which, now that I think about it, describes most of my relationships back home.)\nWhat looked like a solid piece of crater wall was nothing but sand.\nMy foot went through, I pitched forward, and... yeah.\nGood news: I made it to the bottom of the canyon!\nBad news: Twisted the living crap out of my ankle. I can feel it swelling already.\nGood news (?): If there ARE any aliens watching, it's a sure bet I'm a finalist on their Desolate Moon's Funniest Videos show.\nBad news: Any time I was saving by moving in a straight line, I just lost to injury.\n<<if $hurtshoulder is 1>>\nSo for anyone keeping track at home...\n...that's one (1) banged-up shoulder, one (1) screwed-up ankle.<<endif>>\nSo it's either keep pushing forward to the other side of the crater...\n...or climb back up now and THEN walk the perimeter.\n<<choice [[Keep moving ahead.|keepmovingaheadcrater]]>> | <<choice [[Climb back up now.|climbbackupcrater]]>>
Yeah. Yeah, I mean, physically, I'm fine.\nI'm just more freaked out that I've ever been in my life.\n[[whatdidyoufind]]
Something strange to report. I've been keeping close tabs on it, because I didn't want to say anything until I was absolutely sure.\nMy IEVA suit's compass is 100% useless.\nI got to the rim of a small crater, a little ways back, and elected just to walk its perimeter.\nBut the compass didn't alter itself in concert with my orientation.\nIt just spun at random, or not at all -- it had nothing to do with which way I was facing.\n<<if $compassweird is 1>>I mean, back when I was inside the caravel wreckage, the compass was acting all weird...\n...but I'd figured that was just a localized event, that whatever had brought the ship down had played havoc with its polarity somehow.\nI thought, once I got away from there, everything would go back to normal.\n<<elseif $compassweird is 0>>In fact, I'm not sure it's been working properly ever since I was back at the caravel wreckage.\nI wasn't really watching it closely back then, but looking back, I'm more and more certain of it.\nCould whatever brought the ship down have played havoc with its polarity somehow, too?\nAnd more importantly, why wouldn't it have gone back to normal once I got away from the crash site?<<endif>>\nI could still keep moving toward the peak, just navigating by sight, obviously...\n...but this is a little bit troubling, in consideration of the return trip.\nThe winds have been really calm for the last hour or so.\nIf I wanted to trace my footsteps back the way I just came, this would be the time to make that decision.\n<<choice [[Keep heading for the peak.|onwardtothepeak]]>> | <<choice [[Turn back while you can.|turnbackwhileyoucan]]>>
[[gottawarnothers]]
[[wildboydead]]
Tau Ceti is down now, and I don't mind telling you, it's darker than a goth kid's journal, and colder than the prom queen's shoulder.\nSo, uh, here are my options, as I see 'em.\nI can stay here in the wreckage -- although without power to the ship, I can't reseal any door I've opened.\nSo I'll have a roof over my head, sure, but I'll be exposed to the elements.\nOr, I can head around to the rear of the ship and pitch a tent near the reactor engine...\n...which is nice and toasty warm -- I can tell from the squiggly heat lines it's sending off into the night.\n(You like that science-speak? "Squiggly heat lines?" That's some advanced-level terminology, right there.)\nOnly problem there is, there's radiation involved in that engine, and I'm not precisely sure whether it's enough to roast me overnight.\nSo, would you mind doing a little research for me?\nIf I get about 150 rads overnight, will that kill me? My IEVA suit sensor tells me that's about what it's giving off.\nCan you look that up and let me know whether it'd toast my marshmallows? Thanks.\n[[delay 5m|reactorquestion]]
<<silently>><<set $capburied = 0>><<set $crewburied = 1>><<endsilently>>\nWell, that's it. Everyone is buried.\nI guess there's nothing for it but to keep exploring this end of the ship.\n[[branchingcorridor]]
So after a depressing trudge across a barren wasteland, we arrive once more at a crewless crew quarters.\nMy life has become bad middle-school poetry.\n<<if $crewburied is 0>>\nSo I guess my options over here are either grave-digging, or else exploring the ship further.\n<<choice [[Dig those graves.|digthosegraves]]>> | <<choice [[Keep exploring.|branchingcorridor]]>>\n<<elseif $crewburied is 1>>I guess there's nothing for it but to keep exploring the ship further.\n[[branchingcorridor]]\n<<endif>>
I've been everywhere I can get to inside this ship, and I didn't find a thing.\nNo noises, no movement, no glowing green anything.\nI must've just dreamt the whole thing. And that's what I intend to do now, is get back to sleeping and dreaming.\nAnd probably scaring myself silly yet again. But next time I'll know better than to go looking for monsters under the bed.\n[[backtosleep]]
<<silently>><<set $power = "beacon">><<set $capalive = 0>><<endsilently>>\nOkay. So. Broad-spectrum distress beacon, splashing my location all over this sector, to anyone who's listening.\nWhich, if the monitor screen is anything to go on right now, is absolutely nobody at the moment.\nThe, uh, the stasis pod is showing no life signs within.\nDammit, beacon, you had better work.\n[[nightfalldayone]]
Great. And now all I can think about is how much I want Jell-O.\n[[delay 60m|arriveatcrash]]
I mean, SURE, you have a choice.\nAnd if you really wanted to, I'd give you a forum to try to talk me out of this.\nBut this is what it's all been leading toward, isn't it?\nSomething incredibly stupid and slightly heroic -- or maybe the other way around -- that just might save the day?\n<<choice [[Ok then.|tellmeyourplan]]>> | <<choice [[Can you really reprogram it?|reallyreprogram]]>>
It is. It absolutely is. But I'M not insane. I could not be more certain that I experienced this.\nI could have believed everything up to this point was just an optical illusion.\nA trick of the light. My exhausted brain putting one over on me.\nBut this... I was RIGHT HERE when this happened.\nThis was some next-level, otherworldly stuff.\nOkay. O...kay. I'm just going to keep walking around the magic disappearing man-made moon mountain.\nThat's a normal thing people say, right?\n[[delay 10m|backatdoorway]]
<<if $boulderdayone is 0>>\nDamn! Looks like the path I was on is blocked off.\nI was tracing this shallow canyon, but I hit this huge boulder. Way too big to climb over.\n<<elseif $boulderdayone is 1>>\nAh, yeah, crap. Same canyon, different direction.\nI'm coming up on that same point where the boulder blocked my path yesterday.\nSomehow, it's no smaller than it was then. (Go figure.) Still can't climb over it.<<endif>>\nWhat do you reckon... should I look for some quick way around it?\nOr back out of the canyon and try another path altogether?\n<<choice [[Find a way around.|wayaroundboulderdaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Back out of the canyon.|backoutofcanyondaytwo]]>>
Yeah, cool, that makes sense. There might be other survivors... fingers crossed.\n(It's not actually possible to cross your fingers in an IEVA suit, but just take my word on it.)\nOr at the very least, there should be some supplies I can use.\nOkay, I'm headed south now. Looks like the smoke is at least an hour away. Or whatever the metric equivalent of an hour is.\nI'll let you know once I'm there.\n[[delay 60m|stillhikingcrash]]
<<silently>><<set $peakdoorway = 1>><<endsilently>>\nAll right. I'm going to try not to be thoroughly unsettled by this, but I have to tell you, it's gonna be an uphill battle.\nBecause the recession in the peak wall?\nIt's a doorway.\nI don't mean, like, it's a cave entrance that naturally formed in the rock, or that sort of thing.\nI mean, it's a DOORWAY. With right angles and everything. At human scale.\nWhat the hell do I even do with this information?\n<<choice [[Go through the door.|gothroughdoor]]>> | <<choice [[Do some more exploring.|exploresomemore]]>>
An ENORMOUS crevasse just opened up -- right in front of me, and right at the entrance to the peak.\nI damn near snapped my knee out of socket when I swerved to avoid it.\nThere's -- there are DOZENS of those creatures spewing out of that one fissure alone.\nI can't... dammit! They're totally blocking my way back inside!\n<<choice [[Find another way in?|anotherwayin]]>> | <<choice [[Run for the rescue ship.|runforrescueship]]>>
Tastes like one, too.\nOkay, this is pretty good incentive to try to get into the galley and get some real food.\nEither that, or I'm gonna start making plans to bunk down for the night...\n...and just hope that I dream about something that'll get this taste out of my mouth.\n<<if $triedgalley is 1>>\n<<choice [[Try the galley again.|tryinggalleydoor]]>> | <<choice [[Get some shut-eye.|sleepingplans]]>>\n<<else>>\n<<choice [[Try the galley.|trythegalley]]>> | <<choice [[Get some shut-eye.|sleepingplans]]>>\n<<endif>>
<<silently>><<set $glowrods = $glowrods - 1>><<endsilently>>\nOh say, can I see by the glow rod's early light?\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>Not really. Not so much. The people, the four of them... they're still a couple minutes away from reaching it.\n<<else>>Not really. Not so much. The people, the five of them... they're still a couple minutes away from reaching it.<<endif>>\n(I may have mentioned that I was never big on sports. Not much of a pitching arm. In other words, I suck at throwing glow sticks.)\nAnyhow, not much to do now but wait it out for the next few minutes, and...\n...huh.\nSomething weird(er) is happening with the little E.T. that was inside of Wildboy.\n<<choice [[How do you mean?|weirdratthings]]>> | <<choice [[Stay the hell away from it.|staythehellaway]]>>
If I had any idea how to do it, I would! I can't even get a clear read on the TIME TO PULSE, the numbers are moving so fast.\nThere's a part of me -- the not-very-scientific part -- that wonders what might happen if I just started unplugging things.\nOr, if that doesn't work, if I just started bashing things.\nProbably a bad idea; with my luck, I'd screw up the broadcasts I WANT to be making, without solving the problems.\nBut confidentially? Just between the two of us?\nSometimes, even the nerdiest of science nerds really wants to move "bashing things" to the top of the list of things to try.\n[[ratsgocrazy]]
It's that sound again. That screaming, from the rats.\n<<choice [[Are they out of food?|aretheyoutoffood]]>> | <<choice [[Are they mourning Wildboy?|mourningwildboy]]>>
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There isn't an "escape." There's no way to duck out of this at the last second.\nNot having one of those alien things crawl inside my mouth and start piloting me around?\nThat's all the escape I get.\nAnd you know what? I'm okay with that.\n[[wrappingthingsup]]
So... yeah. It's a good thing that the air here is okay to breathe, because I've been hyperventilating it for the last minute or so.\nWhat the hell? I mean... I mean, what the hell? Seriously, just, what the hell?\n(I was a science student, not an English student. Forgive me.)\nFrom up here, I can tell it's a much smaller ship than the Varia -- it's what I think they call a caravel-class vessel.\nIt would've had half a dozen crew, tops, making quick runs with minimal armament.\nMinimal defenses.\nWhat is it doing here? How long has it been here?\nThe engine looks like it was just... SHEARED from the rest of the ship. Did they collide with space debris, maybe?\nGod. I have about a million questions.\nShould I go down there and explore the wreckage, do you think?\nOr do I keep to higher ground, and stay the hell away from that ship and whatever brought it out of the sky?\n<<choice [[Explore the wreckage.|explorecaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Stay clear of it.|stayclearofcaravel]]>>
Cool. Thank you. I think I needed someone else to tell me it was okay to stop beating myself up.\n<<if $ratpellets is 0>>So, I can either go see what, if anything, is left of the lab...\n...or I can start trying to figure out some sleeping plans. What do you think?\n<<choice [[Try the lab.|trythelab]]>> | <<choice [[Get some shut-eye.|sleepingplans]]>>\n<<elseif $ratpellets is 1>>Guess it's time to start trying to figure out some sleeping plans.\n[[sleepingplans]]<<endif>>
Let's just pretend this chair is comfortable (it isn't) and that I'm going to go right back to sleep (not likely)...\n...and that when I wake up in the morning there'll be a rescue ship waiting with a whole breakfast buffet on board (seems probable).\nG'night again.\n<<if $proximityalarm is 1>>[[delay 90m|alarmnighttwo]]\n<<else>>[[delay 240m|dawnofdaythree]]<<endif>>
The surface of the moon. All the rock inside this crater, it's... it's cracking.\nWith the peak at its center, the rock is just... splitting. Just opening up. Little cracks feeding into bigger ones.\nAnd there's light coming through those cracks.\nThree guesses what unnatural color it is.\nNo. This is a nightmare.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>I thought... I thought I had eight little green aliens to worry about.\n<<else>>I thought... I thought I had nine little green aliens to worry about.<<endif>>\nBut no.\nI've got THOUSANDS.\n<<choice [[Run for the rescue ship.|runforrescueship]]>> | <<choice [[Run back inside the peak.|runbackinsidepeak]]>>
Yeah, I won't get too near them. That's fine.\nOn the one hand, I've handled these rats so much, I think of them more as friends than as test subjects...\n...but on the other hand, that was before they had spooky, bioluminescent eyes.\nNot to mention... they've traveled as far across this moon as *I* have.\n<<if $zombierats is 1>>They found the caravel wreck, and then they found their way here, too.<<endif>>\nWere they following me? Or... were they drawn to the peak somehow? That's a haunting notion...\n...but at the same time, their glowing green eyes and the glowing green peak DO have that, you know...\n..."glowing green" thing in common.\n<<choice [[Are all your rats there?|allratstwo]]>> | <<choice [[What are the rats doing?|whatareratsdoing]]>>
All right. I guess I have to start somewhere.\nHey, I, uh, I appreciate the advice. It's just good to have any sense of direction at all, out here.\nAnyway... looks like this hike could take a while.\n[[delay 60m|deadendmountain]]
<<silently>><<set $toldstudent = 1>><<endsilently>>\n<<if $mapsuggest is 1>>Yeah, I seriously don't know.<<endif>>\nWhy don't I know? Why don't I have this whole sector memorized, like any astronaut worth a damn would?\nBecause I'm a STUDENT, okay?\nMy number came up in a lottery of science students, and I got to join this mission.\nI was on board the Varia running zero-G experiments on rats and lichens and stuff, all right?\nI was never, ever meant to be without a trained supervisor by my side at any time.\nSo it's safe to say that this crash landing wasn't covered anywhere in my student handbook.\n<<choice [[Okay. Calm down.|calmdown]]>> | <<choice [[Whoa. Take it easy.|whoatakeiteasy]]>>
Thanks. You know, I REALLY don't like the fact that the whole Varia crew all just turned and looked at me, at the same time.\nScary monsters and super creeps.\nNever mind that, it's--\n[[disappearagain]]
It doesn't matter how many times I watch it. I see it every single time.\nAnd every single time, I have to tell myself that I'm not really seeing it.\nI know myself. I could keep doing this all day long, but I don't think it's particularly healthy.\nI'm gonna get some breakfast and stop worrying about whatever it is I'm seeing. Which I am clearly NOT seeing.\n[[breakfastdaytwo]]
Okay. I reached this point yesterday, having detoured around the rim of a little crater.\nThis was where I was realizing that my IEVA suit compass was all screwy, even though I was probably five miles from the wreck.\n(That's... like... eight kilometers? I'm trying. I really am.)\nAnd that's still the case today. The suit compass is nuttier than two squirrels in a winter food hoarding competition.\n<<if $homemadecompass is 1>>My homemade compass, on the other hand, seems to be working perfectly.\nMaybe they should've had me scratch-build the Varia, too. It might've stayed in one piece that way.\n...Ugh. That joke went a little dark right in the middle of me telling it. Sorry about that.<<endif>>\nOnce again, I don't feel like I'm any closer to the peak. Once again, I'm questioning whether to keep going.\n<<choice [[Yes, keep going.|keeppeakdaythree]]>> | <<choice [[Forget it. Turn back.|turnbackdaythree]]>>
If I make it back from here alive, they're going to have to shelve my memoirs in the "Fantasy" section of the bookstore...\n...because NO ONE is going to believe even a fraction of the stuff I've experienced here.\n[[whatareratsdoing]]
WHOA! What the hell?!\nI was walking the perimeter, with my little makeshift compass in hand, watching it slowly move along with me, like it should...\n...when all of a sudden it starts jolting backward and forward, spinning like a kid at a dance party on really good drugs.\nAnd then, the whole peak just... shimmered green, and disappeared for a second.\nI didn't blink. I didn't look away. I reached my hand into the space where it used to be, and there was just... nothing. Air.\nAnd then I yanked my hand back, quick, because it started to reappear.\nAnd now my compass is working fine again.\nWHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL?\n<<choice [[That's insane.|thatsinsane]]>> | <<choice [[Must've been an illusion.|mustvebeenillusion]]>>
I heard this squealing sound, coming from the corner where the rats are eating.\nThey must've been hungry. They got through everything I had on offer, pretty fast.\nSo I look over, and Wildboy and Patch are fighting over the last scraps of it. But -- aahhhh! -- it's escalating, and fast!\nIt went from normal rat squeaks to this, aahhh, this... it's like a SHRIEKING. It's painful!\nSeriously, it's making the fillings in my teeth vibrate!\nThe other two have started doing it too. They're just circling, like -- nnnnn! -- like cheering fans at a boxing match.\n<<choice [[You need to get closer.|closertorats]]>> | <<choice [[You need to back away.|awayfromrats]]>>
Yeah. You're right. There's nothing for it but to just keep pushing ahead.\nFind things to do, keep body and mind active.\nSo... I've got a beacon, got a turret. Need power, food, and water. Sounds easy enough, right? Sure.\nI've got the Captain's body. It's funny, with her flight suit and everything, I guess...\n...I don't know, I guess I just expected her to be heavier, or something.\nBut it's like she's just sort of... a shell, now. Like everything that made her who she was is just... gone.\nI'm gonna go ahead and rig up a field stretcher with a Mylar blanket and duct tape. Easiest way to transport her.\nI'll check in again when the two of us are back (once more) at the crew quarters.\n[[delay 30m|headingtocrewqsagain]]
Thanks. You're all I've got out here. I don't want us to fight.\nBut I really need to do this.\nSo. Anyway. Let me catch you up.\n[[bigoldcrater]]
Right, only a matter of moments. But from my perspective?\nI was gone closer to FIFTEEN MINUTES.\nNow, clearly, that's not what happened on this end; you're telling me it was fast...\n...and the visitors outside are only a few steps closer than they were.\nSo what the hell kind of nightmare is this place... and how trapped am I, now that I'm in here?\n...Oh. Oh, it's happening again.\n<<choice [[What is?|whatsupagain]]>> | <<choice [[Are you okay?|yetagainokay]]>>
I know, right?\nBut here's what's really tripping me out: I've been walking for about an hour now, more or less making a beeline for this place.\nAnd just a minute ago, I looked down...\n...and there was another set of boot prints in the sand.\nI don't mean in an inspirational poster, "that's when I carried you" kind of sense.\nI mean, these are exactly the same shape and size as my own footprints. As if I was doubling back on my own path.\nHow is that even possible?\n<<choice [[It definitely is not.|itisnt]]>> | <<choice [[You're sure they're yours?|sureyours]]>>
Right. I know I didn't imagine whatever those things were that ran by me in the corridor earlier.\nThose, though... they were small. A matter of inches and ounces. Insects, maybe? Or some other arthropod?\nWhatever's approaching the peak right now, though... they're as big as I am.\nThis atmosphere IS breathable -- for me, at any rate -- with what my suit says is primarily nitrogen...\n...but enough oxygen that my lungs are happy, and next to zero carbon dioxide.\nMaybe those are humans out there, breathing it too...\n...but the thought that they might NOT be is what's keeping me from rushing out there with open arms.\nI'm just gonna settle in and get comfortable (NB: I am as unsettled and uncomfortable as I have ever been in my life)...\n...and wait for my guests to arri--\n[[scuttlingrats]]
Yeah, I know. And maybe I'll luck out.\nI'm a lot bigger than the rats. Maybe I'd have to take in a great deal more air before I start experiencing the side effects.\nNot knowing, though... THAT'S what's killing me, at the moment.\nI just wish --\nOH GOD hang on hang on hang on\n[[delay 1m|sickfromtherats]]
No, of course not. I could never forget her.\nBut if I'm going to keep the Captain's memory alive, I'm gonna have to survive myself.\nSo... I've got a beacon, got a turret. Need power, food, and water. Sounds easy enough, right? Sure.\nI'm gonna head over and search the wreckage of the crew quarters now. I'll message you soon.\n[[delay 30m|headingtocrewqs]]
This is so weird.\nI've watched it a couple times now. I keep rewinding and playing it over again.\nIf you're watching really, REALLY carefully in Quadrant 2 (of the three that are functional), at the very outskirts of the grid...\n...something moves by and breaks the perimeter just for a second.\nSomething that looks like...\n...No. Never mind. It can't be. I'm just going loopy, out here alone.\n<<choice [["Looks like" what?|lookslikewhat]]>> | <<choice [[Yeah, you probably are.|youareloopy]]>>
I... I don't know. I don't think it is.\nI thought it was an illusion yesterday, when it seemed like the peak never got any closer.\nBut with the IEVA suit's weird time/date readout stuff earlier, I think it's less about baffling illusions...\n...and more about baffling REALITIES.\n<<choice [[Just stay clear of the E.T.|clearoftheet1]]>> | <<choice [[What are the other rats doing?|otherratsdoing1]]>>
Yeah, all right, maybe that's smart. I'll hang onto the pills for the time being.\nIf the last couple days have taught me anything, it's that, no matter how bad things seem at the moment, they could always get worse later.\nCrap -- my headlamp is really flickering badly. I think I should get out of here before it fails me completely.\n<<choice [[Okay, get out of there.|leavecaravelmedroom]]>> | <<choice [[Risk it; keep exploring.|riskitcaravelmedroom]]>>
Well, you should try this MRE. It'd change your mind, real quick.\nStill, I'm glad we solved that riddle. If, God forbid, I die out here on this desert moon...\n...please make sure they serve chili WITH BEANS at my wake.\nI'm eatin', then hikin', pardner. Talk to you in a few.\n[[delay 40m|progressatlast]]
One of them just stuck its head out!\nIt's... the things that were making the noise... the things that ran by me earlier...\nOh my God!\nIt's my lab rats.\n<<choice [[Are you certain?|certainrats]]>> | <<choice [[How is that possible?|possiblerats]]>>
Yeah, I'm... I'm unhurt. But this just sets my teeth on edge.\nIt's that screaming sound that the rats were doing earlier. They're at it again.\n<<choice [[Are they out of food?|aretheyoutoffood]]>> | <<choice [[Are they mourning Wildboy?|mourningwildboy]]>>
<<silently>><<set $rations = 1>><<set $hurtshoulder = 1>><<endsilently>>\nI totally pulled my shoulder out of joint!\nAnd it was totally worth it!\nBecause I am in a great deal of pain WHILE AT THE SAME TIME eating maple sausage and drinking bottled water.\nThis maple sausage is kind of nasty WHILE AT THE SAME TIME being the best thing I've ever eaten.\nIt'll be gone soon, and then I'll have to deal with the shoulder that I repeatedly hammered against a dead hydraulic door to get to the maple sausage.\nBut that's a problem for three-minutes-from-now-Taylor.\n<<if $ratpellets eq 1>>And I think we can ALL agree, this beats rat food any day.\nSo I've got food and water taken care of, and rat pellets as a fallback plan.\nGuess it's time to start thinking about getting a move on for the day. [[moveondaytwo]]\n<<else>>So, now that food is handled, I can either go see what, if anything, is left of the lab...\n...or I can start getting a move on with the day. What do you think?\n<<choice [[Try the lab.|trythelabdaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Move on with the day.|moveondaytwo]]>><<endif>>
<<silently>><<set $deadenddayone = 1>><<endsilently>>\nListen, there's just no way around this thing.\nNot enough footholds to get even a few feet up it. Or "meters" up it, whatever.\nThese canyon walls look like nothing but loose rock, too.\nAnd -- surprise, surprise -- as a science fair champ, I'm pretty much the definition of an "indoor kid."\nI don't think I'm cut out for rock climbing.\n<<choice [[Might as well head back.|backtocrash]]>> | <<choice [[Give climbing a try.|rockclimbing]]>>
Hey, the star is setting. It's starset.\nI'm all alone on the moon at starset.\nIt's starting to get really dark.\n<<if $glowrods gte 1>>I just cracked a couple of glow rods. They help a little, I guess.\nBut they don't last long. Probably not long enough for me to get someplace safely.<<endif>>\nI think... I think I'm a little bit screwed right now.\nI'm nowhere near the Varia. Or the wreck of the caravel. Or the peak. Or ANYWHERE.\nI'm out here under the stars. Which is beautiful... but also cold.\n<<if $bringginnytwo is 1>>I've got this generator, but nothing to hook it up to. How completely pointless.<<endif>>\nIt's gonna get cold, and then colder, and then...\n...there's a pretty good chance I'm going to die out here, under all these beautiful, beautiful stars.\nDammit. I'm not even hydrated enough to cry.\nThis misbegotten rock has even stolen my tears.\n[[delay 2m|liedownanddievaria]]
It's... wow! This is kinda unbelievable!\n[[herecomesrescueship]]
Quick glance down the hallway... and I can't see a damn thing.\nThey could be five minutes away or five seconds away.\nThey could've found some side corridor to explore -- the way *I* should have, if I'd've been thinking straight.\nThey could have disappeared deeper into the peak, and I'll never see them again.\nI don't know. I don't know. I just... I should tell you about this little creature thing.\n[[havetodescribe]]
It's all good. Tensions are running pretty high. People are bound to say things they don't mean.\nI'm glad to have someone to talk me through this. I have no idea what I'd do if you weren't here.\nOkay. So. Let's deal with what we DO know, at this point.\n<<choice [[Where are you?|whereareyou]]>> | <<choice [[Are you hurt?|areyouallright]]>>
Yeah, well. Who ELSE am I supposed to talk to about this sorta thing?\nFeel free to tell me what your spit looks like, we'll call it even.\n<<choice [[No, but thanks anyway.|nothanksspit]]>> | <<choice [[Like normal spit, weirdo.|normalspit]]>>
Yeah, of course. I mean, I've got so much nervous energy at the moment, I've got to burn it off in some fashion.\nBetter I should make an attempt at something proactive with the computers, rather than, I don't know...\n...heroically twiddling my thumbs, or bravely picking my nose, or whatever.\nAnyway, give me a minute or two, here.\n[[delay 3m|warningsent]]
No. Of course I'm not sure. How in the world could I be sure about something like this?\nFor all I know, there's a giant laser cannon with "Taylor" etched into the side of its barrel...\n...and it'll blow my head off and cauterize the wound, the second I step through that door.\nAnd that wouldn't be one iota crazier than anything else that's happened already today.\nBut I've come this far. I've got to do this.\n[[gothroughdoor]]
I'm haulin'! And I'm yellin'! And...\n[[youregonnamakeit]]
I know. I want to. I want to run.\nBut my legs feel so weak. I've been walking all over this moon for three days, on barely enough food to survive.\nSo much of me just wants to stop running. Just stay here with my friends.\n[[stoplookingateyes]]
Well, well. Look who's all high and mighty about their spit.\nCongratulations on having unremarkable saliva. Your parents must be so proud.\n[[afterspitassessment]]
You and me both. If you're the praying type, I'd take some of those, too.\n<<if $warnship is 0>><<choice [[You got it.|yougotprayers]]>> | <<choice [[Can you warn the ship?|warnshiptwo]]>>\n<<elseif $warnship is 1>><<choice [[You got it.|yougotprayers]]>> | <<choice [[How close are your visitors?|howclosearevisitors]]>><<endif>>
head is\nkillimg me\nhhhhheey\nmmmyy mmmmmm\nsom kiind f seizzure\nzzzzzure mmmm mmmmmmmm\nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn\n[[delay 4s|connectionlostdehydrated]]
Yeah, I think... I think that's it.\nNo matter how hard I've worked to make it to this point... this horrorshow moon has worked just a little bit harder.\nI'm tired of the fight.\nYou want me, moon? You can have me.\n<<choice [[Shut up and run for it.|shutupandrunforit]]>> | <<choice [[Dying right now is selfish.|dyingisselfish]]>>
Cool. Thank you. I think I needed someone else to tell me it was okay to stop beating myself up.\n<<if $ratpellets is 0>>So, I can either go see what, if anything, is left of the lab...\n...or I can just get a move on with the day. What do you think?\n<<choice [[Try the lab.|trythelabdaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Get a move on.|moveondaytwo]]>>\n<<elseif $ratpellets is 1>>\nWell, that was... "delicious" isn't quite the word I'm searching for.\nMaybe "sustenance" is. And maybe just barely.\nBut it should hold body and soul together for today's field trip.\nGuess it's time to get a move on with the day.\n[[moveondaytwo]]<<endif>>
<<silently>><<set $trycaravelgalley = 1>><<endsilently>>\nAll right. Back in the main corridor now. The side doors down the opposite hallway are sealed too, but the facing door at the end is ajar.\nIt's... hnnnn... it's not open... wide enough... for me to get through.\nBut I can see into the room. It's the galley.\nA lot smaller than the one on the Varia. And it looks like the inside of a galley-themed snowglobe after someone shook it violently.\nEverything is everywhere, just strewn all over the place. MREs just waiting to disappoint someone's palate.\n<<if $rations is 1>>I've got enough rations from the Varia to last me for a good little while...\n...but it's great to know this is here. Because if I get hungry enough, I'll find a way to get through this stuck door.\nI can promise you that much.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 1>>I'm way too tired tonight to try to bash my way through that door...\n...but the idea of eating something besides rat food is pretty freaking compelling. And tomorrow IS another door-bashing day.\n<<elseif $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>I need to get into that galley. I haven't had food or water in a dangerously long time.\nBut the door won't budge. And without having eaten, I don't have any kind of energy to put into forcing it.\nThis right here, this is some Twilight Zone-level irony.\nRod Serling, if you're about to step out of the shadows with a pithy monologue, hurry up and get it over with.\nThen maybe the two of us can work on this door.\n<<endif>>\n<<choice [[Keep trying the galley door.|tryandfailgalley]]>> | <<choice [[Back to the main hall.|backtomainhallfirst]]>>
All right. The dorsal gun turret is powered, and I've got it set to automatic defense.\nAnything bigger than a breadbox comes snooping around, the turret'll pop off a warning shot, and signal me.\n(Not that I think I'll be able to sleep through a light breeze tonight, much less a gunshot.)\nThe intruder keep on intruding after that, I'll be able to switch to manual, or just let the autogun finish them off.\n...Is it weird that we're still using "breadbox" as a term of relative measurement?\nI wonder what a breadbox is in metric?\n[[nightfalldayone]]
Yeah. I know there's a reactor waiting for me there, to keep me warm.\nI've just gotta hustle. Four-plus hours is a long way to walk.\n<<if $rations is 0 and $ratpellets is 0>>Especially on an empty stomach.<<endif>>\nAll right. Off I go. I'll check in with you in a bit.\n[[delay 60m|firstcheckin]]
Cool. Cool. I totally get it.\nAnyway, the crater's opposite wall is in sight. I'm gonna buckle down, grit my teeth, and hobble my way on over there.\nI'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 20m|oppositewall]]
Oh... oh, no. I hadn't found any of the crew up here near the flight deck, but... I just found Captain Aya.\nThere's just... so much blood, I wouldn't have thought\nOH HOLY HELL she's not dead! The Captain's not dead!\nShe's got a huge piece of metal through her side, like a, like a support strut or something... it doesn't matter what it is!\nWhat do I do? Should I... do I pull it out?\nOh, man, she's really bleeding. Oh, man.\n<<choice [[Pull it out!|pullitout]]>> | <<choice [[Leave it in.|leaveitin]]>>
I don't... want to board that ship.\nOr... if I board it... I don't want it to leave.\nIt should just be another in the collection. The collection that begins here but will span eternity.\nAll along my path to the ship are the eyes.\n[[ignoretheireyes]]
Yup. That's the plan. The opposite wall is in sight.\nI'm gonna buckle down, grit my teeth, and hobble my way on over there.\nThanks for the pep talk. I'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 20m|oppositewall]]
Here's the thing:\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>I've got four undead coworkers, three undead rats, and a little green extraterrestrial I don't know WHAT the hell it is...\n<<else>>I've got five undead coworkers, three undead rats, and a little green extraterrestrial I don't know WHAT the hell it is...<<endif>>\nall staring me down with these cold, unnatural emerald eyes.\nThere is NOTHING behind those eyes.\nAnd they all seem to really want MY eyes to look like that, too.\nSo I've got, literally, nothing else in the whole universe left to lose.\nIf I fail, I'm no worse off than I would be anyway.\nAnd if I succeed...\n...they'll have to stop this goddamned screaming.\nWish me luck.\n<<choice [[Obviously, I wish you luck.|wishyouluck]]>> | <<choice [[I wish you skill, instead.|wishyouskill]]>>
That scuttling sound again!\nOh. Man. This is the first time I've heard it when there've been lights on.\nI might actually be able to see whatever the hell it is that's making the noise.\nWhatever it was that brushed by my leg. Whatever it is that has glowing green eyes.\n(Do I even WANT to see whatever this thing turns out to be?)\nThe sound's coming from... wait... I think it's behind the monitor bank. Running around in the wiring.\n<<choice [[Go looking for it.|lookforscuttling]]>> | <<choice [[Step back from there.|stepbackscuttling]]>>
Ah. God. I would kiss this soil if I didn't think Earth would get jealous.\nI don't know what that was. Maybe... maybe it was nothing. Just my mind playing tricks.\nIt would sure suck if I survived a spaceship crash only to suffer a heart attack jumping from shadows, huh?\nI'm just gonna sit here for a minute and try to catch my breath, okay?\n[[delay 10m|caravelrecovery]]
Yeah, I think that's fair to say.\nOnly... are you familiar with the term "pareidolia"? I only recently learned it myself.\nIt's the tendency of the human mind to spot human-like shapes in random things.\nLike when people see the Virgin Mary in water stains, or smiley faces in car grilles and headlights.\nI'm probably more prone to it than anyone right now, being the only living person out here, desperately seeking the familiar.\nSo even though this looks like a person EVERY SINGLE TIME that I rewind it, I know that, of course, it ISN'T a person.\nDeep breaths. Not freaking out.\n<<choice [[Go get some breakfast.|breakfastdaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Keep studying the footage.|keepstudyingfootage]]>>
Only logical move, really.\nSo, there's gonna be a long, flat march of nothing but me swearing about my ankle.\nI'll switch off the comm and spare you that, if it's all the same to you.\nIf anything amazing happens, though, I promise, I'll let you know.\n[[delay 45m|anythingamazing]]
Oh. Whew!\nI thought we'd established a pretty good rapport over the last couple days, but you seriously had me going for a minute there.\nYeah. Of course I'm going down there. This is what it's all been leading up to.\n[[delay 2m|gointocrater]]
If I were a character in a horror movie I was watching, I would be SO PISSED watching myself keep walking further into this wreck.\nI can practically hear myself yelling at myself for proceeding down the hall.\n"You've got a faulty compass," I'm shouting at myself. "You can barely see where you're going!"\n"Your headlamp is starting to flicker, because you're a character in a bad horror movie!"\nOh. Crap. My headlamp is starting to flicker.\n<<choice [[Okay, turn back.|turnaroundincaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Keep moving. Faster.|fasterincaravel]]>>
"Keep it together"?! Really?\nI'm coated in the blood of a woman who, for all intents and purposes, I just killed -- on YOUR advice, by the way --\nand the most comforting thing you can offer is "keep it together"?\nHow about maybe go screw yourself. That's MY advice.\n[[delay 15m|goscrewyourselfcrewfirst]]
So here's what I can do.\nI can break into the broadcast, like I did earlier, and get a message to the rescue ship outside.\nTell them to pull back their people, pull up chocks, and fly away from this hellhole as fast and as far as their ship will take them.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>I'll give them the Varia's coordinates so they can pick up Captain Aya in her stasis pod.\nWith a proper medic and a ton of luck, she'll be a survivor -- the sole survivor, now -- of the Varia's crash.<<endif>>\nAnd then? When I'm sure the rescue craft is a safe distance out?\nI've got the peak's coordinates programmed as the target of the weapons system.\nI zero out the pulse counter...\n...and I blow this damn mountain off the map.\n<<choice [[But... what about you?|butwhataboutyou]]>> | <<choice [[Will you escape in time?|escapeintime]]>>
Unlike at the caravel, there's not a bunch of scrap lying around here.\nEven those chairs I mentioned are bolted in. I've got nothing to climb on.\nProbably just as well. With my luck, I'd have come all this way just to break my neck trying to touch the ceiling.\nI'm gonna check out the computers instead.\n[[explorecomputers]]
Turning right, we head down the lovely (not lovely) and spacious (definitely not spacious) east hallway.\nOn either side of me is a sealed door.\nWithout any power to get behind the pneumatics, I don't stand a chance in hell at getting these open.\nThere's an open door at the end of the hall. That's where I'm headed.\nGeez. It's... just barely open enough... for me to slip inside the next room.\nI'd better hope there's not a buffet on the other side. If I gain an ounce, I'll never get back through.\n[[delay 1m|insidemedroomfirsttime]]
<<silently>><<set $startedburialtalk = 1>><<endsilently>>\nYeah. You're right. I should... bury them, or something, huh?\nThere's got to be, like, a spade or some kind of... something to dig with.\nMan, this is gonna take some work. Maybe I should keep exploring the rest of the ship, see if I can find some rations first.\nI'm pretty much running on fumes, here.\n<<choice [[Makes sense. Keep exploring.|branchingcorridor]]>> | <<choice [[Dig now, explore later.|dignowcrewfirst]]>>
OH MY GOD! You'll never believe it!\nI'm still stuck in a moon crater and my ankle still hurts!\n...Sorry. I was just going a little bonkers, with nothing but the sound of my own thoughts.\n<<choice [[No worries. Wanna chat?|noworrieswannachat]]>> | <<choice [[Sorry. No time to chat.|sorrycantchat]]>>
I know. I KNOW they're not. But they look just like my friends.\nThe eyes are wrong, I know... but the longer I look at them, the more sense they make, too.\nAnd there are... little marks around their mouths. Dark green scabs from... it looks like... claw marks of some sort.\nLike something was struggling to... to climb inside their mouths.\n<<choice [[You have to get away.|youmustgetaway1]]>> | <<choice [[Stop looking at their eyes.|stoplookingateyes]]>>
The visitors are here.\nWhat... what do I do?\n<<choice [[Are they threatening you?|threateningyou]]>> | <<choice [[Are you safe?|areyousafe]]>>
On the proximity alarm screen. I can see the rescuers disembarking!\nHoly crap, they're really here!\nSmall ship, maybe the size of that caravel. Maybe even smaller.\nBut the big difference is, unlike all the other ships on this horrible, godforsaken moon...\n...it's ALL IN ONE PIECE.\nThey're sending three crew down the ramp. That's probably a majority -- I'd guess just one, maybe two are still on board.\nThey've got their helmets off. Just like me, they figured out the air is breathable, so why be burdened?\nOh, my God. I'm saved!\n<<choice [[Should you go meet them?|shouldyoumeetthem]]>> | <<choice [[Keep guarding the computers.|keepguardingcomputers]]>>
Ouch. Never mind, then.\nI was gonna tell you something I bet you'd never heard before... but forget it.\n<<choice [[Sorry. Please tell me.|waittellme]]>> | <<choice [[That's fine. Don't care.|shutupalready]]>>
All right. Let's think through things here, try and figure out what my next move is.\n<<if $crewburied is 1>>The crew is all buried.<<endif>>\n<<if $capburied is 1>>The Captain, too.<<endif>>\n<<if $ginny is 1 and $power is "pod">>The stasis pod is humming along nicely, keeping the Captain alive and well. Or at least alive.\nStill, as long as the ginny is powering the pod, there's no way for me to fire up either the distress beacon or the gun turret.\nI'm not so worried about the turret -- I seriously doubt there's anything else living on this rock besides me...\n...but without the beacon, how will anyone know I'm here and alive? How will I ever get rescued?\nAfter everything... I can't unplug the Captain for my own sake.\nCan I?\n<<choice [[Keep powering the pod.|powerpodcapalive]]>> | <<choice [[Power the beacon.|powerbeaconcapalive]]>>\n<<elseif $ginny is 1 and $power is "none">>I've got the generator that I found alongside the stasis pod.\nNow that the, uh... now that the Captain is gone, I guess I've got a couple of options for what to do with it.\nI can use it to fire up either the distress beacon, or the gun turret.\nI'm slightly less worried about the turret -- I kind of doubt there's anything else living on this rock besides me...\n...but the beacon is my only way of letting someone know I'm here and alive.\nWhat do you think?\n<<choice [[Power the gun turret.|powerturretcapdead]]>> | <<choice [[Power the beacon.|powerbeaconcapdead]]>>\n<<elseif $ginny is 0 and $frontofship is 1>>It'd be great to get the distress beacon up and pinging, or to have the gun turret operational, just in case...\n...but without some kind of power source, I'm pretty much screwed on those fronts.\nAnd hey, just to add to the magic: It's getting dark, and it's getting cold.\n[[nightfalldayone]]\n<<else>>\nAnd hey, just to add to the magic: It's getting dark, and it's getting really cold.\n[[nightfalldayone]]<<endif>>
<<silently>><<set $glowrods = 10>><<endsilently>>I am SO FREAKING NERVOUS about staying here any--\nHey! Check it out! A whole drawer full of glow rods!\nOkay, there's no way you possibly could've known these were here, but still, I have to hand it to you... you were right to tell me to stay.\nI'm gonna crack a couple of these and shake 'em like they wronged me. Now it really DOES look like a rave!\nPlus there are ten more glow rods here that I can stash for later. Nice!\nSuddenly I don't feel so freaked out by the dark anymo--\n[[delay 4s|whatthehellwasthat]]
<<silently>><<set $ginnycaravel = 1>><<endsilently>>\nSorry. I tripped over something and went down hard.\nAnd, uh, despite everything you may have read... in space, you can definitely hear YOURSELF scream.\nAnd it's a little embarrassing.\n<<if $ginny is 1>>But the good news is, the thing I tripped over? It's another little generator!\nIt's a different model than the one I've got back at the Varia, powering the <<$power>> -- a little smaller, a little lighter --\nbut in essence, I've just doubled my power supply!\n<<elseif $ginny is 0>>But the good news is, the thing I tripped over? It's a little generator!\nThat means I've finally got a power supply!<<endif>>\nSee there? Good things come to those who go bumbling around in derelict nightmare ships.\n[[afterginny]]
EXCEPT that they're walking into a situation that they cannot POSSIBLY be prepared to encounter.\n[[heresthesituation]]
All right. I'll hold off. But I have to tell you, my suffering is unimaginable.\nBecause as soon as I said the words "never-ending story," I got the theme song for "The NeverEnding Story" stuck in my head.\nGo ahead. YOU try and deal with that without taking pain pills. Can't be done.\nAnyway. Gonna rest. I'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 30m|neverendingstory]]
Yeah, it might be a waste of time to try to put one together. I'll bet there's enough garbage in the caravel to do it, though.\nProbably enough garbage to build a whole 'nother caravel, if I had the time.\n(Who am I kidding? Like I have anything EXCEPT time.)\nAll right. I'm heading north. Weird-ass peak or bust. I'll message you after a while.\n[[delay 90m|stillpeakbound]]
No luck. And you know what's worse?\nThis moon -- unlike every other moon in the cosmos -- is NOT made of green cheese.\nStarting to feel like my science education didn't prepare me AT ALL for this jaunt.\nOh well. Maybe there's a decent Tex-Mex joint just over the next dune. There usually is, back on Earth.\n[[nobreakfast]]
Okay. Deep breath. Switching on the IEVA suit's helmet light, because it's dark as pitch inside this ship.\n(OF COURSE it's dark in here. How could it terrify me to my core if it weren't dark in here?)\n<<if $hurtshoulder is 1>>Let me tell you, I sure didn't do my banged-up shoulder any favors trying to get through that door.\n<<elseif $hurtshoulder is 0>>I wrenched my shoulder a little trying to squeeze through the door, so... that's fun.<<endif>>\nLooks like the ship was shaken around pretty hard. There's stuff all over the floors, falling out of bins and cabinets...\n...it's slow going, having to pick my way through all this debris with only a headlamp to navigate by.\nSo, I can tell you this just from here: The instrument panel are smashed to splinters. And then the splinters were smashed to splinters.\nI had some hopes that maybe this thing had a functional distress beacon, but that notion just went out the proverbial window.\nAnyway. Right now I seem to be in a sort of pass-through. Figure I should take the east hall, or the west one?\n<<choice [[Try the east hall.|eastcaravel]]>> | <<choice [[Take the west hall.|westcaravel]]>>
Thanks, but... I don't know if I even HAVE a minute, you know?\nI want to get this all out there, before our visitors show up, and that's a whole new can of worms I have to worry about.\nBesides, I know how bizarro the stuff I'm about to tell you is going to sound.\nBut you've stuck with me over these last few days. You know it's this moon that's crazy, not me.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>Trying to get these four new people up to speed on that? I don't know if I've got that kind of time to waste, right now.\n<<else>>Trying to get these five new people up to speed on that? I don't know if I've got that kind of time to waste, right now.<<endif>>\n<<choice [[Okay. Keep describing it.|havetodescribe]]>> | <<choice [[How close are the visitors?|howclosearethey]]>>
Flee WHERE? There's nowhere to run. They've got me cornered in this control room.\nI can't outmaneuver them. I can't win.\nOh, my God... this is it, isn't it? I'm gonna die, right here in this room, at the hands of the Varia crew!\nThey're going to infect me with whatever the hell their little parasite creature is...\nand I AM GOING TO DIE.\nWhy won't they all stop SCREAMING?!\n<<choice [[There must be a solution.|mustbeasolution]]>> | <<choice [[Are you submitting to it?!|submittocreature]]>>
Tastes like one, too.\nOkay, this is pretty good incentive to try to get into the galley and get some real food.\nEither that, or I'd better just get a move on with the day.\n<<choice [[Try the galley.|trythegalleydaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Move on with the day.|moveondaytwo]]>>
...Dammit. You're right.\nSee, where I started to get into trouble -- where it all went wrong in the first place --\nwas when I first made contact with you, a couple days back.\nIf I hadn't done that -- if I would've just rolled over and died BACK THEN -- it would have made everything so much easier.\nInstead, you've kept me alive through thick and thin...\n...and I'm massively grateful...\n...and now I have to repay that kindness by keeping other people alive, too.\nSo, you know... thanks for that.\n<<choice [[You are welcome.|youarewelcome]]>> | <<choice [[Sure. Now... run!|youarewelcome2]]>>
No, all right, that's NOT my plan. Not my ENTIRE plan, at any rate.\nBut hear me out.\n[[whatweapontwo]]
No. I'm telling you. I could have believed everything up to this point was just an optical illusion.\nA trick of the light. My exhausted brain putting one over on me.\nBut this... I was RIGHT HERE when this happened.\nThis was some next-level, otherworldly stuff. And it was NOT an illusion.\nOkay. O...kay. I'm just going to keep walking around the magic disappearing man-made moon mountain.\nThat's a normal thing people say, right?\n[[delay 10m|backatdoorway]]
Yeah, well. Like I said, I don't care what you think.\nHowever, when I break my neck trying to get down there -- which seems really, really likely, as I'm looking at this again --\nyou will at least get the deep satisfaction that comes from being able to say "I told you so."\nSo you've got that going for you, which is nice.\n[[delay 2m|gointocrater]]
<<silently>><<set $capalive = 0>><<endsilently>>\nShe... she didn't make it.\nCaptain Aya is dead.\n<<choice [[I am so sorry.|sorryforcap]]>> | <<choice [[Keep it together!|keepitforcap]]>>
Here goes nothing.\nThrough the doorway. It opens into a sort of nondescript hallway, rock walls on all sides.\n"Nondescript" other than that it, too, is at human scale, which does actually seem like something worth mentioning.\nOnce the light from outdoors tapers off, it's dark as pitch in here, which is not helping my nerves at all...\n...but there's light ahead. Distantly.\n<<if $glowrods gte 1>>In the meantime, I guess I can spark up a glow rod and--\n<<else>>I'm gonna hustle, because I'd rather have more light than less--<<endif>>\nOH HOLY CRAP!\n<<choice [[What happened?|whatjusthappened]]>> | <<choice [[Are you okay?|whatjusthappened2]]>>
Oh. Man. The visitors are almost here.\nI'm coated in cold sweat, and there's a lump in my throat that has nothing to do with the terrible meals I've been eating.\nI don't think I've ever been this anxious in my whole--\nOh, now what?!\n<<choice [[What is it?|whatisit]]>> | <<choice [[Is everything all right?|everythingallright]]>>
Morning, which means it's time to rise and shine. So I'm rising. And I'm definitely shining.\nBy which I mean, I'm feeling like Jack Nicholson at the end of The Shining. Intensely cold and more than a little crazy.\nAnd -- again, not trying to be gross here -- I've got the absolute WORST taste in my mouth, and my saliva is green.\nLast night I slept indoors rather than out, and nowhere near a radiation source...\n...this has GOT to be something atmospheric, a by-product of whatever I'm exhaling. I wish I knew what.\n<<if $proximityalarm is 1>>I guess I should go try to figure out what the hell went wrong with the proximity alarm last night, huh?\nAlthough I'm pretty sure it was just a malfunction. And I'm pretty sure I'd rather eat breakfast instead.\n<<choice [[Check out the alarm.|checkoutalarm]]>> | <<choice [[Grab some breakfast.|breakfastdaytwo]]>>\n<<else>>Anyhow. Given that it's morning and I'm hungry, I suppose some breakfast is in order. [[breakfastdaytwo]]<<endif>>
Okay. Okay. Well, this wasn't unexpected, but still.\nI, uh... I found some of the crew.\nIt's... oh, man. Hang on.\n[[delay 2m|threwupcrewfirst]]
Yes! It's not like anything I've ever seen in real life!\nOr... I guess it's native to this moon, so... that makes ME the alien.\nAnd it doesn't seem to treat outsiders kindly.\nAw, man, what do I do?\n<<choice [[You have to kill it.|killtherat]]>> | <<choice [[You need to run.|gottogetaway]]>>
Fair enough. East hall, or west hall?\nI'm literally too exhausted to remember all the words to "eenie meenie minie mo," so I'm leaving this up to you.\n<<choice [[East hall.|eastcaravelfirsttime]]>> | <<choice [[West hall.|westcaravelfirsttime]]>>
Yeah. I can do that, I guess. I mean, they're still a little ways out. The walk will give me a while to mentally prepare for this.\n(As if there were any way to mentally prepare for this.)\nBecause there's no doubt, they're heading right for where I am.\nAnd then... what?\nAm I rescued?\n<<if $power is "beacon">>Did the Varia's beacon actually bring somebody to save me?<<endif>>\nOr is this a survivor from one of the other crashes? Someone in worse shape than I am?\nOkay, I'm gonna go intercept them. Whoever they are.\nI just--\n[[disappearance]]
Look. These are impossible odds.\nNot in the "together we'll conquer these impossible odds, like in the climactic final scene of a movie" odds...\n...but really, literally IMPOSSIBLE odds.\nI can't make it from the peak to the rescue ship without being overtaken by the creatures.\nLikewise, the rescuers can't make it from their ship, get in here to get me, and then get all of us back to their ship.\nThose THINGS, those alien parasites, are going to get into us, and then use us, like... like puppets.\nUnless I miss my guess, they've ridden around inside humans to build this control center...\n...to bring down ships from across space -- my God, to pull them out of TIME, too --\nso that there are a handful of new host bodies, every time someone new crashes on this moon.\nBut all the ships so far... they've had to CRASH on this moon.\nNow, if the aliens have host bodies AND -- with this rescue ship -- a fully functioning, spacefaring vessel?\nOne that isn't confined to this moon? One that can LEAVE here, and bring those thousands of alien parasites ANYWHERE?\n<<choice [[They could spread unchecked.|spreadunchecked]]>> | <<choice [[Mass galactic genocide.|spreadunchecked2]]>>
Sure, sure. But I'm going to have to start heading in some direction, sooner or later.\nCan't just stay here by the pod forever.\nLook, let me tell you what I can see from here, maybe you can advise me on where to go.\n[[describehere]]
Yeah, if it's all the same to you, that's exactly what I'm going to do.\nPlenty of weird crap going on in here already, without rushing headlong into even more of it.\nAnyhow, not much to do now but wait it out for the next few minutes, and...\n...huh.\nSomething weird(er) is happening with the little E.T. that was inside of Wildboy.\n<<choice [[How do you mean?|weirdratthings]]>> | <<choice [[Stay the hell away from it.|staythehellaway]]>>
They're... they're KILLING each other!\nI mean that in a completely literal sense. These were the gentlest, sweetest two rats of the test group, and...\n...oh, my God. I can't watch this.\nThe sounds are... oh, God... and they're just ripping into each other's flesh, there should be...\nHuh.\nThere should be so much blood. But there isn't.\nThere isn't any blood at all.\nWhat the hell is going on?! Why has EVERY SINGLE THING gone off the deep end since I got to the peak?\n<<choice [[Calm down. Just breathe.|calmandbreathe]]>> | <<choice [[You have to keep watching.|keepwatchingrats]]>>
I'm back at the giant crater. The one with the peak growing out of its center.\nAnd I'm going down there. I don't care whether you think I should, or not.\n(For the record, do you think I should?)\n<<choice [[Yeah, might as well.|shrugokay]]>> | <<choice [[No, I really do not.|reallydont]]>>
<<if $deadenddayone is 0>>\nListen, there's just no way around this thing.\nNot enough footholds to get even a few feet up it. Or "meters" up it, whatever.\nThese canyon walls look like nothing but loose rock, too...\n...and -- surprise, surprise -- as a science fair champ, I'm pretty much the definition of an "indoor kid."\n<<elseif $deadenddayone is 1>>\nListen, like I said yesterday, there's just no way around this thing.\nThe boulder's too smooth, and the canyon walls are just loose stones.<<endif>>\nI don't think I'm cut out for rock climbing.\nThoughts?\n<<choice [[Back out of the canyon.|backoutofcanyondaytwo]]>> | <<choice [[Give climbing a try.|tryclimbingdaytwo]]>>
<<silently>><<set $ginnycaravel = 1>><<endsilently>>\nSorry. I tripped over something and went down hard.\nAnd, uh, despite everything you may have read... in space, you can definitely hear YOURSELF scream.\nAnd it's a little embarrassing.\n<<if $ginny is 1>>But the good news is, the thing I tripped over? It's another little generator!\nIt's a different model than the one I've got back at the Varia, powering the <<$power>> -- a little smaller, a little lighter --\nbut in essence, I've just doubled my power supply!\n<<elseif $ginny is 0>>But the good news is, the thing I tripped over? It's a little generator!\nThat means I've finally got a power supply!<<endif>>\nSo I'm calling this excursion into the nightmare ship a success, and I'm also calling it finished.\nTime for me and my generator to get the hell out of Dodge.\n<<if $zombierats is 1>>[[delay 1m|leavecaravelnorats]]\n<<else>>Maybe I've seen too many horror movies. I guess I was worried about noth--[[whatthehellwasthat]]<<endif>>
[communication interrupted]\n[date/time stamp invalid]\n[searching...]\n[reacquiring signal]\n[establishing connection]\n[receiving message]\n...is happening?! Hello? HELLO?\n<<choice [[It's okay. I'm here.|stillhere]]>> | <<choice [[What just happened?|justhappened]]>>
I made it! A couple of minor mishaps along the way, but who doesn't love a little adrenaline rush from time to time?\n<<if $hurtankle eq 1 and $hurtshoulder eq 1>>My shoulder and my ankle are screaming at me right now, though. I pushed myself harder than I intended to, and I'm paying for it.\n<<elseif $hurtshoulder eq 1>>My shoulder is screaming at me right now, though. I pushed myself harder than I intended to, and I'm paying for it.<<endif>>\n<<if $pills gte 1>>I could probably stand to take a painkiller. In that I have pain that would benefit from being killed.\n<<choice [[Sure, take a pill.|takepainkiller]]>> | <<choice [[Tough it out.|nopainkiller]]>>\n<<else>>In the absence of an ibuprofen, I'm actually sort of wishing for that Swiss Army knife.\nSurely, just hacking off the arm and the foot would solve all my problems, right?\n<<choice [[I highly doubt that.|highlydoubtit]]>> | <<choice [[Try chewing them off.|chewthemoff]]>><<endif>>
Are you sure? I mean, I think I can get her here -- maybe set up some kind of stretcher --\nbut I'm worried that if I move her too much, the bleeding will start up again.\nAlthough... it's gonna take a lot longer to get this pod to cover that distance...\n<<choice [[Move the Captain.|movethecap2]]>> | <<choice [[Move the pod.|movethepod]]>>
Just have to trust that turning around backward will get me where I need to go.\nMy compass might as well be a mood ring, as accurate as it's decided to be.\nOkay. Back to the caravel. Too tired to be witty. I'm shutting down the comm until I get back there.\n"No! Don't!" I hear you protesting.\nYou're wondering what you'll do without my sparkling personality and informative updates for the next hour.\nI don't know. See if you can find someone else who's stranded on a distant moon. Strike up a conversation with them.\nBut just remember, I was your first, okay?\n[[delay 60m|oncemoreatcaravel]]
What do you mean, it's "selfish"?\n<<choice [[You have to warn others.|gottawarnothers]]>> | <<choice [[You've seen what others haven't.|gottawarnothers2]]>>
Yeah, that's not bad advice. I've broken more computers than most people have owned.\nA couple on purpose (to see how they worked). Several on accident. One with root beer. (Not my finest moment.)\nBut I promise, I'm going to be extra-cautious with these, since apparently one wrong move can rip a spaceship out of the sky.\nI really do NOT want to have to disclose that snafu to any potential future employers.\n[[awakecomputer]]
Yeah. I think that's a great idea.\nJust a little catnap.\nOr, you know, the metric equivalent. A chinchilla-nap.\n[[delay 30m|refreshedcrewfirst]]
[communication interrupted]\n[date/time stamp invalid]\n[searching...]\n[reacquiring signal]\n[establishing connection]\n[receiving message]\n...awful lot has gone on since I disappeared!\nNot exactly the best time for it to happen!\n<<choice [[What just went on?|whatsgoingonnow]]>> | <<choice [[How much time just passed?|timejustpassed]]>>
This is serenity like I've never experienced before.\nColby's picking up the little green creature that was waiting, over inside Wildboy's remains.\nNow I understand. It was waiting for ME. I was waiting for IT.\nIt gets in through the mouth. That's what the claw marks are.\nI just have to relax.\nSmile.\n<<choice [[No! Fight it!|fightthecreature]]>> | <<choice [[Are you submitting to it?!|submittocreature]]>>
<<if $rations is 1>>Yes, yeah, good thinking. Normally I'd be wary of using up my rations like this...\n...but I know there are more to be recovered from the caravel.\n(And, apparently, from ships tossed all over the moon like toys in some hyperactive child's bedroom.)\n<<elseif $ratpellets is 1 and $rations is 0>>Yes, yeah, good thinking. I'm just... I'm gonna give 'em the rest of the rat food.\nThat means I'm out of anything to eat, myself -- so I sure as hell hope that rescue is coming soon, one way or another.<<endif>>\nBut whatever. The rats were quiet, earlier, while they were eating.\nAnd right now, that's the only thing I want, is for them to stop making this hideous noise.\nHere you go, guys. Bon appetit.\n<<choice [[Is it working?|isitworking]]>> | <<choice [[You should get out now.|getoutbecauserats]]>>
[[whatkey]]
"Keep it together"?! Really?\nI'm coated in the blood of a woman who, for all intents and purposes, I just killed -- on YOUR advice, by the way --\nand the most comforting thing you can offer is "keep it together"?\nHow about maybe go screw yourself. That's MY advice.\n[[delay 15m|goscrewyourself]]
I... I think so. Patch and Runt stuck their heads out first, and I pretty much tripped over myself backing away from them.\nBut then Logan nosed his way between them, and I can still hear more scrabbling noises behind the monitor...\n...so I have to assume that's Wildboy, and everyone's accounted for.\nThis is... in an unbroken string of bizarre events on this moon, this one is right at the top of the heap.\n<<choice [[Yeah, no debating that.|nodebating]]>> | <<choice [[What are the rats doing?|whatareratsdoing]]>>
Believe me, I've been trying to figure out my options.\nThere's only the one corridor into (and out of) this control room.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>The proximity monitor tells me that, whoever or whatever the four people (please let them just be people) outside are...\n<<else>>The proximity monitor tells me that, whoever or whatever the five people (please let them just be people) outside are...<<endif>>\n...they're gonna be here in a matter of minutes.\nIf I hauled ass, I think I could sprint out of here and make it outside, before they get to the doorway.\nAnd then... what? I'd have a matter of a few seconds to assess the situation, figure out whether they're a threat...\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>...and if they are... I pretty much have to opt for "flight," because "fight" isn't an option when it's four against one.\n<<else>>...and if they are... I pretty much have to opt for "flight," because "fight" isn't an option when it's five against one.<<endif>>\nMy heart is jackhammering in the back of my throat right now.\nAt least it's louder than the rats.\nSo... what do you think I should do?\n<<choice [[Make a break for it.|makeabreak]]>> | <<choice [[Stay put, see what happens.|stayputandsee]]>>
This moon. This horrible, angry moon.\nIt wants me to suffer.\nIt wants me to die.\nOn the proximity monitor, I can see it. The surface of the moon. All the rock inside this crater.\nIt's... it's cracking.\nWith the peak at its center, the rock is just... splitting. Just opening up. Little cracks feeding into bigger ones.\nAnd there's light coming through those cracks.\nThree guesses what unnatural color it is.\nNo. This is a nightmare.\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>I thought... I thought I had eight little green aliens to worry about.\n<<else>>I thought... I thought I had nine little green aliens to worry about.<<endif>>\nBut no.\nI've got THOUSANDS.\n<<choice [[Is it too late to run?|toolatetorun]]>> | <<choice [[What happens if you stay?|whatifyoustay]]>>
Thanks. If even one more stressor gets added to the mix, I promise I will take you up on that.\nAnother big question right now is, can I find a way to warn the approaching ship that they're being targeted?\nAnd sadly, the answer is:\n[[warnshiptwo]]
You're a real optimist, you know that?\nI tell you what. If I go "bust" --\nwhatever that means in this case, from dying of exposure to losing a laser-sword battle with a cyborg barbarian --\nyou get to say "I told you so."\nWon't that feel nice?\nAnyway. I'm just gonna pack up a few munchies, and stow the ginny someplace safe...\n...and then I'll get on my way. I'll message you when I'm heading out.\n[[delay 15m|headingouttopeak]]
I'm hoping it'll come across as a gesture of goodwill. A peace offering.\nIt'll let them know that I'm in here, and that I'm trying to make their journey easier.\nIf they turn out to be stragglers, survivors from another one of the downed spaceships...\n...I can't even IMAGINE how relieved they'd feel to see a gesture of friendliness at this point.\nMe personally? I probably would've broken down crying in gratitude if someone had tossed me a glow stick.\nOkay. I'm throwing one.\n<<choice [[Bombs away!|throwarod]]>> | <<choice [[Can you see anything?|canyousee]]>>
Yeah, good thinking. I'll poke around in the rubble. Probably a four-course meal in here somewhere.\n[[delay 15m|noluckfindingfood]]
You think? I mean, I know I'm painting a pretty pessimistic picture of my progress right now...\n...but I guaran-damn-tee I won't get any closer to the peak by walking in the other direction.\nYou really think I should throw in the towel already?\n<<choice [[At least take a rest.|takearestyouloser]]>> | <<choice [[No. Keep going north.|keeppeakdaythree]]>>
Yeah. The Varia, and who knows how many more... all those bright green bricks glowing on the map screen.\nBut why? What possible reason could there be for blasting ships out of the sky and then just leaving them to rot?\n<<choice [[Hard to say.|hardtosayoverwarn]]>> | <<choice [[How close are your visitors?|howclosearevisitors]]>>
Those... creatures (it sounds so weird to say that; it's not a word I thought I'd be using on this moon) --\nanyway, those creatures went running toward the light, ahead of me. So I guess that's where I'm going, too.\nWhy would it get BRIGHTER the deeper inside a mountain you go? There's just no way that makes sense...\n[[delay 3m|interiorpeak]]
I'm going. I'm going!\nFear is an excellent motivator to get you through tight spaces, and to make you forget about hurt shoulders.\nFear will also make you not care about your screwed-up compass.\nFear will make you forget about absolutely everything except getting back outside...\n...where a barren, desolate moon in the middle of nowhere is somehow the most comforting place in the whole universe.\nAh. God. I would kiss this soil if I didn't think Earth would get jealous.\nI don't know what that was. Maybe... maybe it was nothing. Just my mind playing tricks.\nIt would sure suck if I survived a spaceship crash only to suffer a heart attack jumping from shadows, huh?\nI'm just gonna sit here for a minute and try to catch my breath, okay?\n[[delay 10m|caravelrecovery]]
You don't have to tell me twice. I was already backing away.\nI should be adding all of this to my notes back at the Varia -- this definitely qualifies as atypical for these little guys --\nbut I don't see anything to write on, or with, around h\nOH MY GOD\nOH WHAT THE HELL AM I EVEN LOOKING AT\n<<choice [[What?!|tellmewhatyousee]]>> | <<choice [[Tell me what you see!|tellmewhatyousee2]]>>
Right. That's the plan.\n<<if $glowrods gte 1 and $hurtankle is 0>>I'm gonna crack a glow rod for the sprint down the hallway.\nThat goes in my left hand, and my right hand makes a fist, and that's as prepared as I know how to be for what happens next.\n<<elseif $glowrods gte 1 and $hurtankle is 1>>I'm gonna crack a glow rod for the sprint down the hallway.\nThat goes in my left hand, and my right hand makes a fist, and that's as prepared as I know how to be for what happens next.\nJust THINKING the word "sprint" makes my ankle hurt worse, but I'm gonna make this happen. I HAVE to.\n<<elseif $glowrods is 0 and $hurtankle is 1>>Sprinting down that hallway in the dark is gonna suck.\nJust have to be super-fast AND super-cautious -- a combination I've never once gotten right. Or either part on its own, really.\nJust THINKING the word "sprint" makes my ankle hurt worse, but I'm gonna make this happen. I HAVE to.\n<<else>>Sprinting down that hallway in the dark is gonna suck.\nJust have to be super-fast AND super-cautious -- a combination I've never once gotten right. Or either part on its own, really.<<endif>>\nAlthough... maybe I'm freaking myself out for NOTHING, you know?\nWouldn't the odds overwhelmingly support the idea that the people approaching aren't hostile?\nThat they're either a rescue team (please, please, please)...\n...or fellow crash survivors who are in the same predicament I am? Or in worse shape, even?\n<<if $rations is 1>>Maybe I can offer them food that keeps them from collapsing.<<endif>>\n<<if $pills gte 1>>Maybe they need pain meds more than I do, and I can give them a hand with that.<<endif>>\nMaybe I'M the one who helps rescue THEM. We keep broadcasting an S.O.S. until somebody hears us.\nYes. Okay. I'm talking myself down off a ledge. All of this makes so much more sens--\nOH MY GOD WILDBOY\n<<choice [[Wildboy? Your dead rat?|wildboydead]]>> | <<choice [[What just happened?|wildboydead2]]>>
Impossible to say. Just like everything else around here.\nIf I get home alive, I'm going to have the same kind of PTSD that the kids who visited Willy Wonka's chocolate factory had.\n<<choice [[Fewer cavities, though.|fewercavities]]>> | <<choice [[Can you override the pulse?|overridetargettwo]]>>
You're gonna think I sound crazy... and, hell, maybe by this point I am.\nBut I honestly don't think the peak has gotten any closer since the last time I checked in with you.\nI've been marching relentlessly in that direction -- nose to the grindstone, full steam ahead, other similar expressions --\nbut just eyeballing it? I haven't gained any ground at all.\nI'm sure it's just an optical illusion.\nI'm tired as hell, but I'm just gonna keep at it. Unless... you think maybe I shouldn't?\n<<choice [[Keep going for the peak.|keepgoingpeak]]>> | <<choice [[Head back to the Varia.|turnbackwhileyoucan]]>>
You think? It's a lot farther away than the crash site.\nI'm not sure I'll make it there before nightfall.\n<<choice [[Better get moving, then.|movetopeak]]>> | <<choice [[Okay, head for the crash site.|gotocrash]]>>
Sorry about that. I had to go be sick behind some moon rocks.\nSo, there were a few crew members who were apparently pretty near where the Varia's hull split.\nI can't... I can't tell who they were, or how many.\nThey're all sort of fused, to the metal or, uh, to each other.\nAnd we, I don't know, we might've lost some crew when we lost pressure.\n[[delay 2s|deadcrewfirst]]
No! No, I'm not all right!\nIt's... the things that were making the noise... the things that ran by me earlier...\nOh my God!\nIt's my lab rats.\n<<choice [[Are you certain?|certainrats]]>> | <<choice [[How is that possible?|possiblerats]]>>
Yeah, I'm keeping back from it. But that doesn't mean I'm not curious about it.\nAs far as I know, I'm the first human who's ever seen this lifeform.\n(Or, scarier thought: I'm the first one who's still alive to tell about it. So far.)\nSo in the absence of any real way to record this experience, I'm trying to take in as much of it as I possibly can.\n<<choice [[Makes sense. Tell me more.|tellmemore1]]>> | <<choice [[What are the other rats doing?|otherratsdoing1]]>>
Thanks. If even one more stressor gets added to the mix, I promise I will take you up on that.\n[[howclosearevisitors]]
A ship.\nOh, my God. There's a ship! A ship in this sector!\nI can't tell... I mean, it's too early to know whether they're on an arc to this moon. Whether they got my S.O.S.\nBut they entered the sector map, and the monitor lit up like Christmas. I imagine my eyes did too.\nI've been sort of slowly pacing the room, just trying to keep my distance from the rats...\n...but I went running over to check it out in a heartbeat. Creepy space rodents be damned. Because this is HUGE news!\nPlease. Please. PLEASE let them pick up my S.O.S. signal. Please let them get me off of this godforsaken rock.\nAll I ask is that--\nHuh. THAT doesn't seem good.\n<<choice [[What is it?|whatsnotgood]]>> | <<choice [[Did the rats do something?|wasittherats]]>>
<<silently>><<set $pills = $pills - 1>><<endsilently>>\nYeah. I think that's a decent idea. No sense in suffering if I don't have to.\nAnd I've still got <<$pills>> pills left for later.\nCrap -- my headlamp is really flickering badly. I think I should get out of here before it fails me completely.\n<<choice [[Okay, get out of there.|leavecaravelmedroom]]>> | <<choice [[Risk it; keep exploring.|riskitcaravelmedroom]]>>
<<silently>><<set $bringginnytwo = 0>><<endsilently>>\nYeah. Good idea. No point in expending any extra energy hauling this thing halfway around the moon and back.\nEither I'll make it back and it'll be waiting for me here...\n...or I won't make it back, in which case I won't need the generator anyway.\n(Or, third option, I'll make it back and the generator will be missing... in which case, I'll suddenly have MUCH bigger worries.)\n[[finishassessment]]
I really... aw, screw it.\nOkay, I've come this far, no sense in giving up now. Here goes nothing!\n[[delay 30m|taylorfallsdaytwo]]
Yeah. Yes. This is the safe plan. The smart plan.\nNobody ever got space-murdered by NOT walking into the space-murderer's lair.\nAt least not in any space-murder movie I'VE ever seen. And I've seen more than a few. (Remember, I'm terrible at sports.)\nSo let's leave this creepy wreck in the rearview and keep heading for the creepy peak instead.\n(...It sounds worse when I say it out loud.)\n[[postcaravelassessment]]
Okay. Yeah. Maybe that'll give me some time to process this.\nI'm gonna circle the perimeter. I'll look into this doorway again when I get to it from the other direction.\nFirst impressions: Like I said on day one, squinting at this thing all the way from the Varia...\n...it looks oddly geometrically perfect.\nAlmost like it was CARVED out of this moon's dense white rock, rather than just forming naturally through erosion and upheaval.\nAnd yeah, I know, it sounds crazy to say that this peak looks built... but it's not the craziest thing I've said today.\n(That was supposed to sound comforting, but it sure didn't come out that way.)\nThe thing to keep in mind is--\nHOLY CRAP.\n<<choice [[What is it?|whatdidyoufind]]>> | <<choice [[Are you okay?|areyouokay]]>>
The damn forward med supply cabinet is scorched over. I'd need a crowbar and a power drill...\n...and with my luck, I'd injure myself so badly that I'd have to use all the contents on myself if I ever DID get it open.\nThere's another med locker in the rear of the ship, by the crew quarters. I've gotta go back for that one.\n[[delay 30m|medsupplyhuntcrewfirst]]
Uh... yum?\nRat pellets may count as caloric intake, but they're not about to win any awards for flavor.\nIf I close my eyes, I can imagine that they're... uh...\nNope. It's no good. I doubt anyone could trick themselves into thinking these were anything other than what they are.\nEatin' rat food on the moon. Sounds like a lousy prog rock album.\n[[delay 4s|tasteslikeonedaytwo]]
Right. That... that makes sense.\nThe longer I spend staring at them instead of trying to figure a way out of this mess, the closer I get to joining them.\nGod, that's the most morbid thought I've ever had to think.\n[[branchingcorridor]]
My only real killing implement is the sole of my boot!\nAnd if you think I want to stomp on whatever this little green creature is, until I've turned it into a little green smear...\n...well, think again. I've been through a lot already, stranded out here, but I won't put myself through THAT.\nI just... ugh. I hope everyone and everyTHING, both inside the peak and closing in fast, turns out sufficiently humane...\n...and lets me bury what's left of Wildboy.\nI know it sounds silly, but I grew really attached to these little guys during our journey.\nThey went through something amazing, and they deserve to be honored for it, I think.\n...Uh oh. Computer's flashing at me.\n<<choice [[What does it say?|whatdoescomputersay]]>> | <<choice [[That can only be bad.|thatcanonlybebad]]>>
I don't honestly know.\n[[whatproximity]]
Believe me, I'm trying.\nBut it's not easy when there's an extraterrestrial biological entity splashing around in rat entrails in the corner.\nYou know?\n[[whatisitdoingnow1]]
WHOA! What the hell?!\nI was walking the perimeter, just sort of idly tracing my fingers along the outer wall of the structure.\nAnd then, the whole peak just... shimmered green, and disappeared for a second.\nI didn't blink. I didn't look away. I reached my hand into the space where it used to be, and there was just... nothing. Air.\nAnd then I yanked my hand back, quick, because it started to reappear.\nWHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL?\n<<choice [[That's insane.|thatsinsane]]>> | <<choice [[Must've been an illusion.|mustvebeenillusion]]>>
Yeah, right. Smart kid with a stubbed toe.\n<<choice [[Sorry about the toe, Einstein.|sorrytoe]]>> | <<choice [[Cope. Where are you now?|whereareyou]]>>
If I stay?\nOh, man... if I stay, then I die.\nIf I run for it, I die. If I do ANYTHING, I die.\nBut... maybe that doesn't have to be the worst thing.\n[[impossibleodds]]
"Why bother"? I mean, I've "bothered" to stay alive this long, against the odds, marooned on a desert moon...\n...it just feels like maybe being proactive here is the right thing to do.\nI certainly don't want the last few chapters of my memoirs to go, like...\n"And then I put my feet up on the desk and heroically twiddled my thumbs until everything was better somehow!"\nAnyway, give me a minute or two, here.\n[[delay 3m|warningsent]]
That's just it. I'm halfway scared to even breathe.\nI keep waking up with green spit -- the same kind of green that's in the rats' eyes, don't think I hadn't noticed that --\nand the best I can figure is that it's a side effect of whatever's in the atmosphere.\nWhatever I'm BREATHING.\nIs that how they got this way?\nAnd does that mean I'M going to turn out that way, too, if I keep breathing this air?\nBecause I don't think I could take that knowledge. I don't know if I could keep breathing, knowing it'll turn me into... THAT.\n<<choice [[You HAVE to keep breathing.|breathedummy]]>> | <<choice [[I'm sure you'll be fine.|sureyouwont]]>>
You really mean it, huh? Wow.\nYou know, I didn't see a dictionary when I was rummaging around in all the detritus back at the caravel...\n...but I wouldn't be surprised if there was one. And I wouldn't be surprised to find your picture in it.\nRight next to the word "anticlimactic."\nSo, uh, I guess I'll head back. If you're really sure.\n<<choice [[I'm sure. Head back.|headbackforreal]]>> | <<choice [[I'm kidding! Into the crater!|justkidding]]>>
Hey... so... they aren't being... PLEASANT about it... but they're not physically holding me back.\nIt's like trying to get a good look at the Mona Lisa around all the tourists.\nOkay. Mad dash down the hall. I'll talk to you in a minute.\n[[delay 2m|emergefromhall1]]
Well, that was... "delicious" isn't quite the word I'm searching for.\nMaybe "sustenance" is. And maybe just barely.\nBut it should hold body and soul together for today's field trip.\n[[moveondaytwo]]
I know. He was such a little sweetheart. He didn't... God, NOBODY deserves to go out the way he did.\n(I am currently getting very panicked about the possibility that I might go out the way he did.)\n[[getoutbecauserats]]
<<silently>><<set $bringginnytwo = 1>><<endsilently>>\nYou will forgive me if I turn off the comm for the next little while.\nI have a theory that the generator might make a better, more rational conversationalist than you.\nI'll message you after a while. Maybe.\n[[delay 190m|wenttowardpeakanyway]]
Okay. You're right. I'm talking myself into a lather when there's really nothing to worry about.\nIt's just that... no. Never mind. Not gonna think about it any more.\n<<choice [[Go on, tell me.|waittellme]]>> | <<choice [[Good plan.|shutupalready]]>>
I don't know! Seconds for you, I'm guessing? More like eight or ten minutes on this end.\nGood news: Enough time for me to get the pulse weapon targeted to the precise location of the peak.\nConfirmed it against the topographical map. Latitude, longitude, we're good to go.\nBad news: My friends from the Varia did NOT like this plan!\nI don't know how they know. They don't seem to be sensate. They're not speaking, they're just... freaking... SCREAMING.\nAnd they're all coming at me!\nI'm trapped. If I back away from the computer, I'm afraid they'll shut down the sequence.\nBut if I stay here, I'm afraid they'll rip me apart, or shove that green thing down my throat!\n<<choice [[Guard the computer.|guardthecomputer]]>> | <<choice [[Guard your throat.|guardyourthroat]]>>
I know. That's the only explanation that really makes sense. Things don't just fluctuate in space and time. They don't!\nBut here's what's really tripping me out: I've been walking for about an hour now, more or less making a beeline for this place.\nAnd just a minute ago, I looked down...\n...and there was another set of boot prints in the sand.\nI don't mean in an inspirational poster, "that's when I carried you" kind of sense.\nI mean, these are exactly the same shape and size as my own footprints. As if I was doubling back on my own path.\nHow is that even possible?\n<<choice [[It definitely is not.|itisnt]]>> | <<choice [[You're sure they're yours?|sureyours]]>>
Oh, yeah? First time, for me.\nMaybe you can give me some travel tips.\nAny idea where to score a quality mocha latte around here? I'm absolutely USELESS before that first cup of coffee.\nOther situations in which I'm absolutely useless: circling around a giant moon crater.\nSigh.\n<<choice [[Just keep at it.|keepwanderingcraterperimeter]]>> | <<choice [[Now I want some coffee.|iwantcoffeeperimeter]]>>
There's not much more to explore, really.\nThe bundled wires are as thick as a tree trunk -- maybe eighteen inches in diameter?\nThey lead up through a hole in the ceiling that's just big enough to let them through.\nThe only way I could find out more is to chip away the rock of the ceiling...\n...and since I don't have a pickaxe, nor any way to get up to that height, that's not really an option.\n<<choice [[Build something to stand on?|buildathing]]>> | <<choice [[Check out the computers.|explorecomputers]]>>
Yes. They finished off what I gave them to eat, down to the smallest crumb.\nAnd I can't keep tossing them a new snack every few minutes just to keep them quiet.\nI've just... I've got too many plates to keep spinning right now. The rats, the food supply, the ship, the computers, the...\n...uh, well, I guess I just figured out which plate to spin next. For better or for worse.\n(Who am I kidding? It's never for better.)\n<<choice [[Which plate?|whichplate]]>> | <<choice [[No freaking out. Just breathe.|nofreakingout]]>>
<<silently>><<set $capburied = 0>><<set $crewburied = 1>><<endsilently>>\nSo I guess my options now are either to go check on the flight deck and hope against hope to find the Captain...\n...or else to explore this end of the ship further.\n<<choice [[Check the flight deck.|walktoflightdeck]]>> | <<choice [[Explore this end.|branchingcorridor]]>>
Sarcasm doesn't always translate well in print, but I'm gonna go ahead and assume you were being sarcastic.\nSimply because I don't think it's possible to discuss the topic of "fish for breakfast in space" without heavy sarcasm.\n[[delay 5m|afterbreakfastthree]]
Man... you're a glutton for punishment, as long as it's somebody else's, huh?\nAll right, against my better judgment, I'll take another swing at it.\n[[delay 3m|intogalleydaytwo]]
Yeah. Okay. I'm gonna try.\nIt's a question of, will I be able to push past them in the corridor?\nIf we're all going the same direction, will they try to impede me?\n<<choice [[Try it and see.|tryitandsee]]>> | <<choice [[Be prepared for a fight.|bepreparedtofight]]>>
And how, exactly, would you propose that I get out? There's exactly ONE exit...\n<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>...and exactly FOUR people (or whatever they become when they stop being people) between me and that exit.\n<<else>>...and exactly FIVE people (or whatever they become when they stop being people) between me and that exit.<<endif>>\nMathematically speaking, I'd say my odds are precisely "screwed."\n(In metric terms, that's "up poop creek, sans paddle.")\nAnd now... oh. Oh, no. Oh, please stop.\n<<choice [[What is happening?|whatsupwithzombies]]>> | <<choice [[Who are you talking to?|whoareyoutalkingto]]>>
Given that these rats, and their behavior, are nominally the entire reason I'm here... yes, I guess I DO have to keep watching.\nIt's just that -- oh, GOD -- seeing Patch tearing into Wildboy over a handful of crumbs is...\n...it's SO disturbing.\nThis isn't a fight. This is a vivisection.\n<<choice [[This sounds horrifying.|horrifyingrats]]>> | <<choice [[Calm down. Just breathe.|calmandbreathe]]>>
On the screen of the proximity alarm...\n...there's something moving.\nSomething outside the peak. Moving toward the peak. Moving toward ME.\nSomething...\n...human-shaped.\n<<choice [[Are you sure?|areyousure]]>> | <<choice [[How is that possible?|howisthatpossible?]]>>
I'm with you. I think it'd be a waste of time, effort, and light. All of which are in pretty short supply around here.\nI'm bedding down instead.\n[[flightdecksleepytime]]
Thanks, Skipper.\nI'm setting off now. If you don't hear from me in--\n[[scuttlingrats]]
Yeah, given what I've found so far, I'm more than a little nervous about what else might be on these computers.\nMaybe, in this case, ignorance is bliss. I'll just--\n[[disappearance]]
Seriously? Are you trying to kill me?\nI'm all about paying respects, but I'm not looking for the next grave I dig to be my own.\nThis is hard work, and I'm burning calories I haven't eaten yet, and maybe never will.\n<<choice [[All right. Rest a while.|takeabreak]]>> | <<choice [[Fine, go get the Captain.|gogetcap]]>>
You know what? That's totally fair.\nGo on and get yourself a cup. Maybe pour a little out for your ol' pal Taylor, stranded at the cosmic crossroads.\nAs for me, the crater's opposite wall is in sight. I'm gonna buckle down, grit my teeth, and hobble my way on over there.\nThanks for the pep talk. I'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 20m|oppositewall]]
Behind the sealed door to the rear quarters, though, I... I found the rest of the crew.\nAntoine, Trotter, Colby, Adair. All dead. All of them, just... dead.\nI... I don't think I can do this. Knowing that all of them, every one of them... I just...\n<<choice [[I am so sorry.|sorrycapalive]]>> | <<choice [[Just keep moving.|keepmovingcapalive]]>>
Yeah. It absolutely is.\nI've gone from sweat to chills about a hundred times over inside this suit.\nI feel like I'm about to jump out of my damn skin at every little noise I hear. And somehow, I'm hearing TONS of little noises.\n<<choice [[Just try to stay calm.|trytostaycalm]]>> | <<choice [[What is the creature doing?|whatisitdoingnow1]]>>
Yeah, easy to say. But this is where the computers are.\nIf I hadn't gone inside here, I wouldn't know about the rescue ship in the first place.\nHere's what I don't understand...\n(I mean, there's a list a mile long of things I don't understand, but here's one more bullet point to add.)\n...this is clearly a control room. So... who's supposed to be in control of it?\nWho was it built for?\nAnd where are they now?\n...Oh. Oh, it's happening again.\n<<choice [[What is?|whatsupagain]]>> | <<choice [[Are you okay?|yetagainokay]]>>
You remember the one with the TIME TO PULSE countdown? That one just lit up too.\nThere's new text on the screen. And I don't like the way it sounds:\n[SECTOR BREACHED]\n[TARGET ACQUIRED]\n[TRACKING...]\nI think it's reasonable to assume that's in reference to the new ship. The one that's potentially coming to rescue me.\nThe one that I would REALLY prefer not to be a "target."\n<<choice [[Can you override it?|overridetarget]]>> | <<choice [[Can you warn the ship?|warnship]]>>
I appreciate it.\nI'm setting off now. If you don't hear from me in--\n[[scuttlingrats]]
Yeah, I'm with you. I think that's the right call.\nThat whole boulder situation looked like a deathtrap waiting to be sprung.\nThere's a gentle slope up the canyon wall, a few hundred yards back.\n(No, I can't rattle that off in metric. A hecto-bunch? A picobuttload?)\nI hate to lose time from doubling back...\n...but it's preferable to the whole "breaking a leg 5,000 picobuttloads from the nearest hospital" scenario.\nAnyway. Off I go.\n[[delay 45m|craterlip]]
Okay, look. I hate to admit you're even a little bit right.\nBut sitting here feeling sorry for myself isn't going to get me rescued. So I guess it's time to take action.\nPlease, just... remember I'm scared out of my mind, okay?\nI'm grateful to have any human contact at all, I really am, but... take it easy on me, all right?\n<<choice [[Sorry about earlier.|sorryaboutearlier]]>> | <<choice [[Grow some thicker skin.|thickerskin]]>>
<<if $capalive is 1 and $power is "pod">>The four human-shaped shapes (and yes, there are still only four, and I'm feeling grateful that the unknown is at least finite)...\n<<else>>The five human-shaped shapes (and yes, there are still only five, and I'm feeling grateful that the unknown is at least finite)...<<endif>>\n...they're maybe ten minutes out from the peak.\nI'm just going to stay right where I am. No need to go out and meet them; for better or for worse, they're headed straight to me.\nBesides, between keeping an eye on the rats...\n...and trying to keep my potential rescuers from being shot out of the sky...\n...I've got plenty on my hands already, thanks.\n<<choice [[Keep working on the computers.|keepatcomputers]]>> | <<choice [[Tend to the rats.|tendtotherats]]>>
[ieva suit sensors indicate hypovolemic shock]\n[blood pressure levels below minimum thresholds]\n[oxygen levels below minimum thresholds]\n[[delay 8s|connectionlost]]
All right. You know, this is probably the safest call. All flat surfaces up here.\nFlat... dull... plain... planes. Wheeee.\nLook, the most exciting decision I'm anticipating in the next couple hours is whether I should take off walking left or right.\nAnd since I don't have a coin on me (because there are very few laundromats or video arcades up here)...\n...I'm leaving this one up to you.\nShould I walk around this stupid hole in the ground clockwise? Or counterclockwise?\nTHIS COULD BE THE MOST IMPORTANT DECISION YOU MAKE ALL DAY!\n(It won't be.)\n<<choice [[Clockwise!|clockwisecrater]]>> | <<choice [[Counter!|counterclockwisecrater]]>>
Impossible to say. Just like everything else around here.\nIf I get home alive, I'm going to have the same kind of PTSD that the kids who visited Willy Wonka's chocolate factory had.\n<<choice [[Fewer cavities, though.|fewercavitiesoverwarn]]>> | <<choice [[How close are your visitors?|howclosearevisitors]]>>
Yeah. You're right. There's nothing for it but to just keep pushing ahead.\nFind things to do, keep body and mind active.\nSo... I've got a beacon, got a turret. Need power, food, and water. Sounds easy enough, right? Sure.\nI'm gonna head over and search the wreckage of the crew quarters now. I'll message you soon.\n[[delay 30m|headingtocrewqs]]
<<silently>><<set $frontofship = 1>><<endsilently>>\nAll right. It's gonna take me a few minutes to sort through the wreckage.\nA lot of the heat shielding was stripped on entry, but it seems to have taken the worst of the damage.\nMost of the instrumentation looks surprisingly intact.\nLet me poke through this mess...\n[[delay 5m|defensesandbeacon]]
<<silently>><<set $clockwisecrater = 1>><<endsilently>>\nWow! Clockwise? That is a very bold choice!\nAs I take off marching to my left, in a big gigantic circle on an unknown moon in a poorly trafficked quadrant...\n...know that your strong, clear decision-making skills have made all the difference!\nCounterclockwise sucks! Clockwise rules! Without it, clocks would be useless! Except for digital ones!\n[[delay 4s|craterenthusiasm]]
Oh. Man. Am I babbling? I'm sorry. I don't mean to. When I get nervous, I just kinda run my mouth.\nAnd -- big surprise -- I'm probably about a bajillion times more nervous now than I've ever been in my entire life.\n(I don't know what a "bajillion" is in metric terms. Probably "three.")\nDamn. I'm babbling about not wanting to babble.\nI'll shut up now. I'm just gonna sit here for the next five minutes or so...\n...until the people walking up that corridor suddenly come walking into this room...\n...and I suddenly wet myself, from fear or excitement or both.\nSorry. Sorry. Stopping babbling...\n...NOW.\nUm. Hey. I know I was gonna stop babbling, but, uh, I just noticed...\n...something weird(er) is happening with the little E.T. that was inside of Wildboy.\n<<choice [[How do you mean?|weirdratthings]]>> | <<choice [[Stay the hell away from it.|staythehellaway]]>>
Well, try to imagine being a single grain of rice in the universe's biggest wok. That's about the scale of things here.\nSome part of me is terrified that a gigantic sugar snap pea is going to come plummeting out of the sky and crush me.\n(Not a very rational fear, I know... but then, two days ago, I wouldn't have thought "spaceship crash" was a very rational fear.)\nAnyhow. The crater's opposite wall is in sight. I'm gonna buckle down, grit my teeth, and hobble my way on over there.\nThanks for the pep talk. I'll message you in a bit.\n[[delay 20m|oppositewall]]
So after a depressing trudge across a barren wasteland, we arrive once more at a crewless crew quarters.\nMy life has become bad middle-school poetry.\nSo I guess my options over here are either grave-digging, or else exploring the ship further.\n<<choice [[Dig those graves.|digthosegraves]]>> | <<choice [[Keep exploring.|branchingcorridor]]>>
Okay! Finished with breakfast (such as it was -- beggars can't be choosers, and all that).\nThe way I see it, today is all about reaching that peak.\nI have to hope that my inability to get to it yesterday was just a combination of exhaustion and optical illusion.\nWith food in my belly and the full day ahead of me, I'm liking my odds a lot better today.\nI also like knowing that this caravel -- and the little generator -- are waiting for me on my return trip to the Varia.\n<<if $power is "pod">>That'll allow me to fire up the distress beacon to maybe get out of here...\n...or else the gun turret, on the slim chance that there really IS something else out here besides me.\n<<elseif $power is "turret">>That'll allow me to fire up the distress beacon, and maybe get out of here.\n<<elseif $power is "beacon">>That'll allow me to power the gun turret, on the slim chance that there really IS something else out here besides me.\n<<elseif $power is 0 and $frontofship is 1>>That'll allow me to fire up the distress beacon to maybe get out of here...\n...or else the gun turret, on the slim chance that there really IS something else out here besides me.<<endif>>\nSo, what do you think? Figure I can make it to the peak today?\n<<choice [[Yes, go for it!|peakdaythree]]>> | <<choice [[I sincerely doubt it.|sincerelydoubt]]>>
Thanks. I guess I was due for one good idea in the midst of all this chaos.\nAll right. The rats are going to town on their lunch, so I'm going to bust out my (very meager) hacking skills.\n[[keepatcomputers]]
Yeah, you know, I think that's the safest bet. I'd rather be a little chilly than a little, I don't know, mutated.\nOr a little dead from radiation.\nAll right. I'm turning in for the night. It's been... well, I won't sugarcoat it. It's been the worst day of my life.\nBut I appreciate everything you've done to help me through it.\nHere's to a better tomorrow.\nGood night.\n[[delay 180m|socold]]
All right, so, my escape pod came down in some kind of desert.\nThe ground is all cracked white rock. There's a huge white peak a few miles away.\nOr, uh, kilometers, I guess. (They tried to get me to think metric for the trip, but some things are just hardwired.)\nIt's weirdly symmetrical, like it might not be a natural formation.\nMy IEVA suit's compass places the peak northeast, and then, in the opposite direction -- south and southwest, to be precise --\n...are two funnels of black smoke from what I have to assume are two pieces of the Varia.\nBest case scenario, it's ONLY in two pieces.\nThe crash sites look closer than the peak. What do you think I should do?\n<<choice [[Check the crash.|gotocrash]]>> | <<choice [[Head for the peak.|gotopeak]]>>
I'll be perfectly honest with you: I know these were my li'l guys, but I don't think I want to get too close to them anymore.\nThere's just something... WRONG about them now.\n<<if $ratpellets is 1>>What I could do, though, is leave some rat pellets in a corner for them to snack on.\n<<elseif $ratpellets is 0 and $rations is 1>>What I could do, though, is break open an MRE for them to snack on.\nCheese tortellini? Sure. That sounds like something space-rats would dig. I'm just gonna dump it out in the corner.<<endif>>\nI mean, they're probably starving by now. I have no idea what they've survived on over the last couple of days.\nA little food should keep them occupied and out of my way so I can work with the computers.\n<<choice [[Good thinking.|goodthinking]]>> | <<choice [[You should eat, too.|youeattoo]]>>
Thank you. I know sometimes I can come across as a weirdo, but... this really means something to me.\nSo thanks for not making me feel like a weirdo for that.\nAnyway. I gotta keep searching on this thing.\n[[keepatit]]
Right. That's the safer plan, so long as I can figure out some way to get this pod over there quickly.\nYou know what would come in handy on one of these things is --\nnope, nope, nope\nA-ha! YES! A hover mode!\nWell, this is gonna suck some extra power from the ginny, but I'm not gonna look a gift hover-horse in the mouth.\n(That's exactly how the old saying goes, right?)\nOkay, I'm headed back to the Captain. I'll message you once she's safe and sound.\n[[delay 40m|capinpod]]
<<if $toldstudent is 0>>\nBecause... I'm a student, okay?\nNot an astronaut. My number came up in a lottery of science students, and I got to join this mission.\nI was on board the Varia running zero-G experiments on rats and lichens and stuff.\nI was never, ever meant to be without a trained supervisor by my side at any time.\nSo it's safe to say that this crash landing wasn't covered anywhere in my student handbook.<<endif>>\nI mean, this definitely wasn't on the exam in science class. And I was in Advanced Placement!\n<<choice [[Oooh. Smart kid.|smartkid]]>> | <<choice [[Okay. So where are you now?|whereareyou]]>>
Hey. Uh. I have a confession.\nSo, you know how you told me to give up on going to the peak? How you said I should just go back to the Varia?\nAnd you know how I thought you were being completely irrational?\nHow you were making absurd, nonsensical calls seemingly based on whims, rather than on actually helping me?\nAnd I got pretty upset, and I turned off the comm for a really long time?\n<<choice [[Yes. I remember.|irememberthat]]>> | <<choice [[I missed you.|imissedyou]]>>
Yeah, maybe that's a better idea.\nYou know, I REALLY don't like the fact that the whole Varia crew all just turned and looked at me, at the same time.\nScary monsters and super creeps.\nNever mind that, it's--\n[[disappearagain]]
Look, this is nuts, but... I think the peak might actually be sort of... wavering. In, like, a existential sense.\nI'll be looking at it, and then I'll blink, and for a second, it just... it won't be there.\nAnd then, of course, it's there again, and I'll question my sanity.\nAnd that's happened about a half a dozen times since I got down into the crater.\n<<choice [[Okay, that IS weird.|reallyweird]]>> | <<choice [[That MUST be an illusion.|justanillusion]]>>
Something that I was praying wouldn't happen...\n...although I have no idea how I thought I was going to avoid it.\n[[whoareyoutalkingto]]
<<silently>><<set $overridetarget = 1>><<endsilently>>\nI don't know. I'd love to, but -- unlike in all those B-grade science fiction movies I love so much --\nthere's no big red button with the words MANUAL OVERRIDE stamped on it here.\nI know enough about computers to torrent some BBC shows or program little "choose your own adventure" games in my spare time...\n...but trying to hack into this thing and override a weapons system?\nUnless the password is "password," I might be in trouble.\nDoesn't mean I'm not going to try, though.\n<<choice [[I hope it works.|hopeitworkswarnover]]>> | <<choice [[How close are your visitors?|howclosearevisitors]]>>
How should I know? I mean, I survived the Varia's crash, so it's totally feasible that the rats did, too.\n<<if $ratpellets is 1>>Their cage was beaten all to hell, but I never found any evidence of their bodies.<<endif>>\nBut... these are definitely MY rats. The first one who stuck his head out... it was Patch.\nI called him that because he was all white, except this one spot of brown over his right eye.\nLooks kind of like a checkmark. Or a pirate's eye patch. It's very distinctive. There's no question, this is him.\nExcept that patch used to be over a little pink eye, like all Sprague Dawley rats have.\nAnd now... that eye is green. Luminescent green. Glowing.\nAnd looking right at me.\n<<choice [[Are all your rats there?|allratsthere]]>> | <<choice [[Do not get close.|donotgetclose]]>>
Yeah, you know, I think that's probably the smart move.\nI've gotta hope that some supplies made it through the crash intact.\nI'd really rather not starve to death in the middle of the moon desert, if I can help it.\nAnyway... this looks like it's gonna be a pretty long hike.\nI'm gonna head south, and I'll let you know when I get there.\n[[delay 120m|stillhikingcrash]]
Yeah, the communicator gives an "invalid date/time stamp" message.\nSo... what the hell date and time was it reading?\nThis is...\nOh. Hey. I, uh... I have some news to report.\nNot sure where it lands on the whole Good News/Bad News spectrum.\n<<choice [[Lay it on me.|sharethenews]]>> | <<choice [[Please try for "good."|tryforgoodnews]]>>
Right. You're right. The atmosphere is breathable, might as well breathe it.\nI mean, it's like Colby said, more than once:\nDon't waste time worrying about "what if," just concentrate on "what is."\nSo. Let's do that.\n<<choice [[Okay. Where are you?|whereareyou]]>> | <<choice [[Are you hurt?|areyouallright]]>>
Yeah? Okay, cool. I'm gonna throw one.\n<<choice [[Bombs away!|throwarod]]>> | <<choice [[Can you see anything?|canyousee]]>>
Okay. That's not a bad idea.\n<<if $hurtshoulder is 1 or $hurtankle is 1>>All the places where I've banged up, twisted, folded, spindled, or otherwise mutilated my body are aching.<<endif>>\n<<if $pills gte 1>>I'm thinking I might take a pain pill and give that a little time to kick in.\nCould really help me push through the next leg of this never-ending story.\n<<choice [[Sure, take a pill.|takeonepill]]>> | <<choice [[Hold off on the pill.|nopillrightnow]]>>\n<<else>>This trek to the peak is turning into a never-ending story.\nAnd now I'm gonna sit here for half an hour and sing the theme song to "The NeverEnding Story."\nOh, this is a special kind of hell I have made for myself.\n[[delay 30m|neverendingstory]]<<endif>>
Huh? Whuzzat noise?\nYou say something?\n<<if $zombierats is 0>>WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?\nOh God. Okay. Oh God. I'm awake. I'm awake.\nUh, there was this... I don't know, this, like, scuttling type noise. Coming from behind me, out in the corridor.\nAnd I turned around. And, and... I saw something. Something moving.\nSomething GLOWING. Glowing green.\nLots of little somethings, actually. Close to the ground. Glowing, and moving, and scuttling.\nWhich are three things that are way, way high on my list of stuff I was NOT EXPECTING TO SEE tonight, if I'm being honest.\n<<elseif $zombierats is 1>>I swear I just... I totally just heard that weird scuttling noise again. Like from before.\nAnd I turned around in the chair, and I saw it again: Little glowing, green, moving things in the main corridor.<<endif>>\nThat's just... I mean, I didn't ACTUALLY hear anything. Or see anything. Right?\nIt's just my exhausted, terrified mind playing tricks on me. "Space Madness," like in that old Ren & Stimpy cartoon. Remember that?\nI should just... go back to sleep, yeah?\n<<choice [[Right. Back to sleep.|backtosleep]]>> | <<choice [[See what that noise is.|gochasenoise]]>>
No... before, I might have run from this. But now I know that I need to be a part of this union.\nI need this passenger, just as it needs me to play host.\n[[surestaycalm]]
All right. Time is of the essence, after all.\nMaybe, like I said, I can rig up a field stretcher. Mylar blanket, duct tape... yeah, I can scrounge stuff, make that work.\nOkay, I'll be back, and then I'll get the Captain sealed up in this pod!\nWish us both luck, would you?\n[[delay 60m|captainDOA]]
Kill it? With WHAT? It's not like I've got a rolled-up newspaper handy so I can take a few swats at it.\nBesides, A) this is an unknown species. I hate to think that "kill it" is how humans are going to deal with first contact.\nAnd B) if I make an aggressive move on the wounded one... who's to say the other three won't turn on me?\n<<choice [[You're right. Just capture it.|capturetherat]]>> | <<choice [[You're better off killing it.|killratforreal]]>>
Look, between you and me, it's not as if I don't have my doubts, too.\nI nearly killed myself trying to reach that peak yesterday. Maybe I should quit while I'm ahead.\nThere's a tiny part of me that thinks I should just go back to the Varia.\nIt's a known quantity -- and since I'm surrounded by the unknown on all sides, the familiar is nothing to sneeze at.\nBut something is... I don't know, COMPELLING me to go check out the peak.\n<<choice [[Okay then, you should go.|peakdaythree]]>> | <<choice [[It could be dangerous.|couldbedangerous]]>>
<<silently>><<set $capburied = 1>><<set $crewburied = 1>><<endsilently>>\nWell, that's it. Everyone is buried.\nI guess there's nothing for it but to keep exploring this end of the ship.\n[[branchingcorridor]]
That's what I'm saying. But still... it's freaking me right the hell out.\nThey're exactly my size, exactly the same tread pattern.\nI don't know. I'm not sure how I could be walking in a straight line, and walking in circles at the same time.\nI don't want to think about it any more. I'm just gonna put my head down and keep walking forward.\n[[delay 45m|finallyatpeak]]
The Varia was a transport ship. Nothing fancy. Crew of less than a dozen.\nWe were en route to Tau Ceti IV and, as far as I knew, everything was going fine!\nWe were set to dock in six more days.\nBut then... I don't know what happened. We crashed on some moon.\nI don't know where.\n<<choice [[How do you not know?|dontknow]]>> | <<choice [[Try using a map.|usemap]]>>
This... this is wild.\nThis screen is displaying a topographical map of the area. There's some pixelation, but that's clearly what it is.\nIt's centered on this peak, inside the giant crater that I just walked halfway across.\nBut I can toggle out, and scroll. If I go... yup. There's the wreck of the caravel.\nIt shows up as a bright, broken brick against the dark of the moonscape.\nAnd if I keep panning to the south... past the crater, past the canyon...\n...there's the Varia. Two bright pieces, glowing back at me from the screen.\nThis is surreal. Where are these images even coming from? Is there some sort of satellite up there? A network of them?\nI wonder how much of the moon this imaging covers? Like, if I keep scrolling, will--\nOh, my God.\n<<choice [[What? What is it?|whatscrolling]]>> | <<choice [[Are you okay?|okayscrolling]]>>
Well, it actually didn't take as long to trek around the edge of the crater as I thought it might.\n<<if $hurtankle is 1>>Putting pressure on the ankle doesn't feel great, but I can handle it.<<endif>>\nHere's the strange thing, though: Maybe fifty yards back, I tripped over something while I was walking.\n(Yeah, I know, I've been so graceful so far, it must be hard for you to believe.)\nAnyway, it was pretty well buried in the sand, but when I looked down at it... it glinted at me in the sun.\nBecause it was METAL.\nIt took me a minute to dig it up, and I've been examining it ever since, but I'm still not sure what it is, exactly.\nI mean, I guess it's GOT to be a panel from the Varia... it's just weird that it came down so far from the rest of the ship, huh?\nAnyhow. I'm pretty much directly opposite the point where I started circling this crater, so I guess it's time to keep heading north.\n<<if $clockwisecrater is 1>>What a long, strange, clockwise trip it's been.\n<<else>>What a long, strange, counterclockwise trip it's been.<<endif>>\n[[delay 5m|moremetalpieces]]
It's...\nOh, my God. Finally!\nIt's the rescue ship! They're landing!\nMy screens are all lit up with what can only be THE GREATEST NEWS IN ALL OF TIME AND SPACE!\nI'm finally going to get out of here!\nUh... EXCEPT.\n<<choice [["Except" what?|exceptwhat]]>> | <<choice [[Is there a problem?|isthereaproblem]]>>
Yes. Seriously.\nI feel like every moment I spend out here, I ratchet up the crazy another ten degrees.\nI don't know how much more I can stand.\nAnd here's the worst part about this mysterious writing:\n[[whatsitsay]]
Oh. Wow. I'm glad to hear it. Because for a minute there, you weren't.\nOr maybe *I* wasn't.\n[[justhappened]]
Well, it gave me some time to myself. Time to think.\n[[stillexplaining]]
Ha. Yeah, well. I've been told I use sarcasm as a weapon, and right now, I'm not armed with anything else.\nSo let's hope that if there's any sort of little green men waiting to jump out and attack me...\n...they're vulnerable to ironic comments and eye-rolling.\n<<if $toldname is 0>>Oh, hey, my name is Taylor, by the way. Probably should've led with that. Sorry.<<endif>>\nAnyway. Why don't I tell you what I can see from here, maybe you can advise me on where to go.\n[[describehere]]
Oh. God. You think? I don't feel bad, or anything. No headache, no nausea, nothing like that.\nIn fact -- apart from the whole "lost in space" aspect of things -- I actually woke up feeling really good this morning.\nIt's just... green spit IS a little weird, huh?\nMan. I sure hope it's not radiation poisoning. It'd be tough finding a matching bone marrow donor around here.\n[[afterspitassessment]]
No, I know. I should. I should get up.\nI don't have time to just go around collapsing in gratitude every time someone comes from half a galaxy away to save me.\nI should really get some perspective.\nHa ha!\n[[restrightthere1]]
Okay, so... past the bunks, there's a corridor that branches.\nThe way to the galley looks pretty scorched. The other option is the lab.\nI'm afraid of what I'll find if I check on my rats. If the humans didn't make it, what chance do those little guys stand?\n<<choice [[Try the galley.|trythegalley]]>> | <<choice [[Try the lab.|trythelab]]>>
Now I've got a long, slow slog ahead of me --\nI really can't overstate how big a bowl this crater is, especially now that I'm down inside of it --\nbut the peak is in view. It's not going anywhere. I'm going to get there if I just keep walking that direction.\n<<if $homemadecompass is 1>>My rattletrap compass still tells me I'm pointed north, so I guess I get my merit badge for that.\n<<elseif $homemadecompass is 0>>My IEVA suit's compass isn't too clear on what "that direction" actually is, but whatever.<<endif>>\n<<if $hurtankle is 1>>I'm not in love with the idea of putting weight on my ankle at the moment... but I guess I've got no choice.<<endif>>\nI'll check in with you when I'm closer to my goal. Until then...\n[[delay 60m|neartopeak]]