The Robinson Legacy 1.1
Warnings: Homosexuality, some racy puns. First-person narration and Star Trek references. 
Captain's Log, Stardate 88609.4.
Ship crash or no, I look HOT in goggles!
...Anyway, where was I?
I have managed to turn the escape pod of my crashed ship into a sort of living space, even if it took bartering away most of my extraneous equipment to the locals. (Screw the Prime Directive, I'm starving!)
Not much, but it will have to do. I wasn't there five minutes when a newspaper was delivered to my door, with a request to go and assist the scientific research on this planet. At least they can recognize talent! Although, I think the printer must have made a mistake, however. It says Test Subject... but never continues with what the subject of these tests is! ~A few hours later~ Now I know... ow... my spleen...
Still, I earned enough money to buy me some amenities, like cooking gear... but the problem is that I'm LONELY! Not even a ship's computer to talk to!
I called the transportation service (which appears to be mercifully FREE), and went out to see how these people spend their time.
There was a quaint little shopping area, with clothing and food.
I browsed some of the articles for sale... But none were as practical as my hazard suit... nor as sexy.
However, the retailer turned out to be a charming girl, named Allison. She told me about this planet... Maybe we can strike up a friendship of some kind.
As I left the store, I saw something alarming... Could that man be PREGNANT? Or is he just a very mannish looking woman? Either way, much investigation will need to occur. End Transmission ----- Stardate 88609.5
I will no longer be talking to Allison. Names are important, and I just learned that her surname... is Fuchs. No, no, and no again. Sorry, Allison, if she wants to "Fuch me", I'm afraid I bat quite firmly for the other team, thank-you-very-much! But was STILL going mad from loneliness, so I went out to a "club" to see if I could find someone to socialize with.
At first, people seemed to be avoiding me... I can't think why, though. My hazard suit and goggles are the very latest! I was at the end of my rope, when a strange vision seemed to appear... A pink rabbit, as tall as a man and with only one eye, appeared before me. There were such strange vistas in that eye... Hypnotic, like staring into the heart of a nebula.
At first I tried to ignore him,
But I at last engaged him in conversation, and he was quite a delight.
Though he didn't believe me when I said I had come from space. I think he might be a figment of my imagination... A thought that is both fascinating and frightening.
And then... I turned around and there was this GORGEOUS man behind me. I wasn't sure what this society's views on homosexuality were... but he was wearing a bright pink scarf, which is a good sign whatever planet you're on. His name is Luc Goodman, an EXCELLENT name! We hit it off right away.
And OH is he CHARMING!
He likes my goggles... excellent taste!
Though, he did seem to disapprove when I washed his dishes after his restaurant meal... what, is there a problem with being tidy?
Still, Luc had to leave, but I wasn't quite sated with the new smorgasbord of gorgeousness this planet decided to roll out, so I hung around the bar for a while. There, I spotted this delectable redhead, wearing red velvet and a distant expression. I hung around for hours trying to get his attention, or at least his name and number, but he just ate his lobster and played pinball until I was ready to pass out from hunger and exhaustion, so I snuck in and finished the unfeeling jerk's seafood, then went home. I keep catching glimpses of that rabbit, though... I think I might see it again in my dreams... I need a drink.
End Transmission.
Captain's Log, Stardate 88609.4.
Ship crash or no, I look HOT in goggles!
...Anyway, where was I?
I have managed to turn the escape pod of my crashed ship into a sort of living space, even if it took bartering away most of my extraneous equipment to the locals. (Screw the Prime Directive, I'm starving!)
Not much, but it will have to do. I wasn't there five minutes when a newspaper was delivered to my door, with a request to go and assist the scientific research on this planet. At least they can recognize talent! Although, I think the printer must have made a mistake, however. It says Test Subject... but never continues with what the subject of these tests is! ~A few hours later~ Now I know... ow... my spleen...
Still, I earned enough money to buy me some amenities, like cooking gear... but the problem is that I'm LONELY! Not even a ship's computer to talk to!
I called the transportation service (which appears to be mercifully FREE), and went out to see how these people spend their time.
There was a quaint little shopping area, with clothing and food.
I browsed some of the articles for sale... But none were as practical as my hazard suit... nor as sexy.
However, the retailer turned out to be a charming girl, named Allison. She told me about this planet... Maybe we can strike up a friendship of some kind.
As I left the store, I saw something alarming... Could that man be PREGNANT? Or is he just a very mannish looking woman? Either way, much investigation will need to occur. End Transmission ----- Stardate 88609.5
I will no longer be talking to Allison. Names are important, and I just learned that her surname... is Fuchs. No, no, and no again. Sorry, Allison, if she wants to "Fuch me", I'm afraid I bat quite firmly for the other team, thank-you-very-much! But was STILL going mad from loneliness, so I went out to a "club" to see if I could find someone to socialize with.
At first, people seemed to be avoiding me... I can't think why, though. My hazard suit and goggles are the very latest! I was at the end of my rope, when a strange vision seemed to appear... A pink rabbit, as tall as a man and with only one eye, appeared before me. There were such strange vistas in that eye... Hypnotic, like staring into the heart of a nebula.
At first I tried to ignore him,
But I at last engaged him in conversation, and he was quite a delight.
Though he didn't believe me when I said I had come from space. I think he might be a figment of my imagination... A thought that is both fascinating and frightening.
And then... I turned around and there was this GORGEOUS man behind me. I wasn't sure what this society's views on homosexuality were... but he was wearing a bright pink scarf, which is a good sign whatever planet you're on. His name is Luc Goodman, an EXCELLENT name! We hit it off right away.
And OH is he CHARMING!
He likes my goggles... excellent taste!
Though, he did seem to disapprove when I washed his dishes after his restaurant meal... what, is there a problem with being tidy?
Still, Luc had to leave, but I wasn't quite sated with the new smorgasbord of gorgeousness this planet decided to roll out, so I hung around the bar for a while. There, I spotted this delectable redhead, wearing red velvet and a distant expression. I hung around for hours trying to get his attention, or at least his name and number, but he just ate his lobster and played pinball until I was ready to pass out from hunger and exhaustion, so I snuck in and finished the unfeeling jerk's seafood, then went home. I keep catching glimpses of that rabbit, though... I think I might see it again in my dreams... I need a drink.
End Transmission.