This is entirely irrelevent to the conference I'm freaking out about that's coming tomorrow, for which Spock will no doubt bitch me out for playing silly twentieth century games instead of properly reviewing and resting, but...
Every time I've played
this game tonight, Scotty has died on me. Last time, so did Bones. I'm getting a little miffed honestly. Or, I would, if this wasn't sort of the funniest game I've ever seen. Oh, days of the first computers, you were a riot.
Story time, now?