They wanna keep me overnight again. For "observation." I hate this place. The sterile walls, the bright lights, the humming machines. Reminds me too much of that creepy laboratory ( Read more... )

Jet waited outside the saloon in Jolly Roger, the bustling port town on the central continent of Filgaia. The various building were welded together using sheets of scrap steel and whatever flotsam happened to drift in on the tides. Unlike most worlds, Filgaia's oceans were composed of very fine sand instead of water. Crude vehicles that resembled ( Read more... )

[There's a bit of static, then the camera focuses on Jet, who appears to be sitting in a darkened corner. Harsh florescent lights give off an eerie glow, and there's the constant hum of machinery.]

Hey, I can see myself. [Jet pokes at the screen with his finger.] Guess this thing is recording? I've been wondering what that buttons does ...

[He ( Read more... )