Boooooooooooooom
[There's an enormous explosion that rocks the boat violently, and then something that feels like an earthquake. Items will fall off shelves, passengers will be thrown off their feet, and walls will peel off.
... wait what?
Yes that's right. The walls begin to peel. The floor disintergrates. That beautiful oak bar in the O2? Is now a rusted metal lump. That thick plush carpet in your room? Is now a filthy grate. Walls are little more than bars and chainlink fences, lights are bare bulbs flickering overhead. Blood is painted here and there, dried and flaking. The boat echoes with the distant screams of infected passengers deep in the bowels of the ship. And anyone looking out of a window or hanging out on the top deck will notice that the sea and sky will shatter and vanish.
It appears that the boat is sailing in pitch black nothingness.
Well, there is something out there.
It's a large red ... something following the boat. It looks almost like a galaxy, sparkling and beautiful, but it moves. And it's far, far too close to be any kind of star system. It creeps on board, winding around the aft of the boat and it seems to be sucking all the life from it.
In front of it, on the top deck, stands a man holding a single red box.]
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... wait what?
Yes that's right. The walls begin to peel. The floor disintergrates. That beautiful oak bar in the O2? Is now a rusted metal lump. That thick plush carpet in your room? Is now a filthy grate. Walls are little more than bars and chainlink fences, lights are bare bulbs flickering overhead. Blood is painted here and there, dried and flaking. The boat echoes with the distant screams of infected passengers deep in the bowels of the ship. And anyone looking out of a window or hanging out on the top deck will notice that the sea and sky will shatter and vanish.
It appears that the boat is sailing in pitch black nothingness.
Well, there is something out there.
It's a large red ... something following the boat. It looks almost like a galaxy, sparkling and beautiful, but it moves. And it's far, far too close to be any kind of star system. It creeps on board, winding around the aft of the boat and it seems to be sucking all the life from it.
In front of it, on the top deck, stands a man holding a single red box.]
{{ OOC: tag here to interact with the man! }}