Broken hunger
You observe the surrounding area, and except the robots, of their control holo computer. There is nothing much to stare at. Then you notice, that there is something near to the closed door; an old database console which is really similar to the ones in The Mufasa. Carefully, you press the holographic pad; It works!
You race over the information eager to obtain at least a clue about what the fuck is happening; you gaze compulsively back and forward the data log, it seems one unknown user has been erasing multiple files.
You notice in yourself a bitter sensation of ... nostalgia, sadness? How much knowledge lost because of a fuckin moron. That it may as well still be in crawling around through the vents, watching at you. However, you are trying to snap that idea from your mind.
Eureka!!! some data is still on the database. You smirk to your imaginary nemesis that tried to wipe out all the information inside the Data terminal.
DATABASE
Ship socializing room
**corrupted**
"Shit, shit, Shit...". You shout out loud angered with your own incompetence.
Well, this is far beyond my level. I am a cougar an assassin, a warrior, not a nerd.
You then start scrolling down through the whole socializing room. And a valid message file appears.
Postman misery With the avatar of a bearded pink dragon "Have you ever noticed that after having enough weed your own talents get jealous of yourself. You will do so nicely tails if you come to my bulk. I possess the Extended edition Ofu Barnie and The Cows. Girl, it will be so sexy... I have a new rope just for you"
Tail and Choke: Go away, loser. Even if you were the last shit on earth.
Postman Misery: Oh your really now how to turn me on, Girl... Forget those fat incels. I am the only one in this ship, that have expectations and the brain to go up the social ladder.
Tail and Choke FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME. I AM NOT A GIRL. AND YOU DON'T HAVE MONEY ENOUGH TO PAY ME TO CHOKE YOU...
Postman Misery DUDE, YOU INCEL I AM PUBLISHED NOT LIKE YOU, TWAT. There are others like you in this ship.
You close fast that chat, you don't understand half of it and you are sure you don't want to learn about that...
But you have noticed that something else is quite wrong with the few fragmented messages you can access to; the first messages on the database are normal and polite what do you could predict in any ship. However, each new message gets angrier and sexual and crazy further in the travel, it reaches a point where like in the last entries all it is a edgy teen, description of text pornography. You don't want to read something like that anymore but decided to focus on one or two readable.
Rachel: S.S I am really worried about all is happening in the Galaxy. This is totally different from anything else since the beginning of the Fifth World War.
S.S.S: Don't be so dramatic Rachel. This is just another example of The faults of capitalisms and the meat industry.
Rachel: You are a librarian, not a scientist, at least not a real one. Seradorine is made from a plant not from meat.
S.S: I am far more competent than all of you shitty doctorates. The corporation are the ones that distributed The Seradorine. And that will be their fall. Not for real people like me.
All of the messages that have sense seems to be preoccupied about a medicine or a pink substance. But you don't get a lot more from it that there was something wrong affecting their minds.
And in this opens a hazardous situation. Could this substance which had affected them 3,000 years ago, being able to affect you as well?
You are a Cougar of action, You will confront anyone else who tries mess with your brain. "I will discover this mystery. And the perpetrators and everything else around them will burn"
You extend your fist in anger, but first, you need to create an improvised weapon. No way, you
go around unarmed.
You race over the information eager to obtain at least a clue about what the fuck is happening; you gaze compulsively back and forward the data log, it seems one unknown user has been erasing multiple files.
You notice in yourself a bitter sensation of ... nostalgia, sadness? How much knowledge lost because of a fuckin moron. That it may as well still be in crawling around through the vents, watching at you. However, you are trying to snap that idea from your mind.
Eureka!!! some data is still on the database. You smirk to your imaginary nemesis that tried to wipe out all the information inside the Data terminal.
DATABASE
Ship socializing room
**corrupted**
"Shit, shit, Shit...". You shout out loud angered with your own incompetence.
Well, this is far beyond my level. I am a cougar an assassin, a warrior, not a nerd.
You then start scrolling down through the whole socializing room. And a valid message file appears.
Postman misery With the avatar of a bearded pink dragon "Have you ever noticed that after having enough weed your own talents get jealous of yourself. You will do so nicely tails if you come to my bulk. I possess the Extended edition Ofu Barnie and The Cows. Girl, it will be so sexy... I have a new rope just for you"
Tail and Choke: Go away, loser. Even if you were the last shit on earth.
Postman Misery: Oh your really now how to turn me on, Girl... Forget those fat incels. I am the only one in this ship, that have expectations and the brain to go up the social ladder.
Tail and Choke FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME. I AM NOT A GIRL. AND YOU DON'T HAVE MONEY ENOUGH TO PAY ME TO CHOKE YOU...
Postman Misery DUDE, YOU INCEL I AM PUBLISHED NOT LIKE YOU, TWAT. There are others like you in this ship.
You close fast that chat, you don't understand half of it and you are sure you don't want to learn about that...
But you have noticed that something else is quite wrong with the few fragmented messages you can access to; the first messages on the database are normal and polite what do you could predict in any ship. However, each new message gets angrier and sexual and crazy further in the travel, it reaches a point where like in the last entries all it is a edgy teen, description of text pornography. You don't want to read something like that anymore but decided to focus on one or two readable.
Rachel: S.S I am really worried about all is happening in the Galaxy. This is totally different from anything else since the beginning of the Fifth World War.
S.S.S: Don't be so dramatic Rachel. This is just another example of The faults of capitalisms and the meat industry.
Rachel: You are a librarian, not a scientist, at least not a real one. Seradorine is made from a plant not from meat.
S.S: I am far more competent than all of you shitty doctorates. The corporation are the ones that distributed The Seradorine. And that will be their fall. Not for real people like me.
All of the messages that have sense seems to be preoccupied about a medicine or a pink substance. But you don't get a lot more from it that there was something wrong affecting their minds.
And in this opens a hazardous situation. Could this substance which had affected them 3,000 years ago, being able to affect you as well?
You are a Cougar of action, You will confront anyone else who tries mess with your brain. "I will discover this mystery. And the perpetrators and everything else around them will burn"
You extend your fist in anger, but first, you need to create an improvised weapon. No way, you
go around unarmed.