[Okay. Alright. We've spent... a few good days in mourning here and we don't... really want to spend another nine hundred years as a hermit. Which is to say on a certain level that we do but we can't and on most other levels we are under the complete understanding that nine hundred years underground would be helpful to no one at all ( Read more... )

[thump thump thump thump... footsteps up stairs? That's what it sounds like, along with some gentle rattling, the soft clink of metal pieces hitting each other softly.

There's a quiet creak... the sound of a door opening... Everything in fact seems to have gone perfectly, and utterly silent...]

Hey Cube! Let's go fishing![OH JESUS ( Read more... )

Merry slightly belated Christmas, Discedo!

How many of the rest of you got plants? I wonder where they even got them from... Does this mean the scientists have seeds somewhere or something? Huh... I wonder what kind of plant it is ( Read more... )