Rupture

I’m screwed. Shit. I woke up aboard the Nemesis, my space suit telling me to ‘Get the fuck up! You’re oxygen is down, pal!’ Great. So I got up, stumbled over to the small atmospheric filter, and turned it on. It immediately identified the problem and began to fill the air with oxygen. Well, now that’s sorted! But now I have a few more problems. I have completely no idea what the time, day, month, or even year that i’m in. I deduced the following.

. I have limited food.

. I have limited water.

. I am in a space ship I don’t even know how to pilot (NASA didn’t really make and instruction manuals. God damn NASA).

. I’m lost in space. I think i’m near Jupiter, or Saturn. Either way, they’re both a long way from Earth.

So yeah. Heh. Fuck. At least I have some kind of communication, with either the crew’s computers, or with the shitty radio. I don’t know which is better. I decided to assess the damage, so I floated through all the rooms and was relieved that nothing was broken. Yay! More importantly, if I need to spend a long time on this piece of crap spaceship, I need some form of entertainment. Well, luckily, I’m in luck! The crew all has a USB, which you can put music, books, or TV shows and movies onto. Mine has been crushed (sayonara to The Simpsons), but Commander Johnson’s, and Carter’s USB’s are still intact. Blech. I’m sick of thinking. Let’s see what our commander brought along for some TV, eh?

Labyrinth, hey? Let’s give it a whirl!