It was a Tuesday, 9:30

Started by antibodee, January 18, 2016, 07:18:55 AM

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antibodee

It was a Tuesday, about 9:30

The overseer is up to something again.  He's got that look in his eyes. 

Yesterday, an escape pod crashed near the base.  Myself, the overseer, and a medic all went to check it out.  We found the guy, someone with no affiliation to any faction, with his left arm and right leg completely blown off.  The medics rushed to put him on the stretcher, and the overseer stopped them.  He said "arrest that man."  We were all stunned, trying to figure out what the difference is, and what the hell we would handcuff to make that possible.

Thursday 12:15 PM

The overseer once again brought up the idea of chopping up dead enemies and eating them.  I made some snide remark about making leather from their skin.  He stroked his beard a little in contemplation.  Our little base is in for a world of trouble. He's got to be just joking?  Right?  ...

Friday 6am

I woke up this morning and found the overseer barking at me that he wants to redo the dining room floors in gold and silver, and we need to sell organs and humanskin clothing to do that.  I so called this.  The doctor tried to raise some ethical questions, and the overseer just just joywired his brain all up.  I dare not question.

Saturday:  3pm

Call me crazy, but when I'm feeling blue.. I do one of three things.  Get drunk, fight, or walk around aimlessly.  I once wondered into a camp of mechanoids because I had to share a fucking bedroom.  Now?  Well... Now I'm wearing pants made out of this little kid I saved from a crashed escape pod because, and I quote "He wasn't really passionate about anything".  I don't .. uhh.. I don't know what to say about this.   At least I'm still keeping a journal.  That's got to be a good thing.  Write what's in your heart.

Monday:  6:14pm

The overseer has lost it.  He lined up all 201 members of the colony in front of a line of turrets.  He then released all of the psychopaths and cannibals with at least one passionate interest.  He almost shot everyone else but released 20 more because he was, and I quote "Inspired by their great passion" and believed they would learn to live with the terrible misdeeds coming in this colony's future.  I lied and pretended to be a somewhat passionate artist.  I only make the same 3 statues over and over again. God someone kill me.  He killed them all.

(((More to follow)))

Listen1

I believe it is on the wrong subforum.

Also, some introduction would be nice.

Fluffy (l2032)

this is awesome, keep em coming! (but yeah stories forum might be better)

A Friend

"For you, the day Randy graced your colony with a game-ending raid was the most memorable part of your game. But for Cassandra, it was Tuesday"

Squiggly lines you call drawings aka "My Deviantart page"

Bastobasto


catter

This is cool, like the Rimworld cartoon Under The Rim.

Here's a url. Under The Rim, The Lumpy Patel Story.