This is madness, I must say.
This is madness, and I must die.
As a special bonus:
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.”
– Richard Dawkins
There are various kind of Talks. While most known is Sex Talk, there are many other. Hygiene. School. Culture. Money. But there is one Talk, that is almost never done and everyone has to discover it on his own.
How kids get to know? Maybe movies, where people are killing each other since day of silent film. Or computer games. Or Halloween. Or even personal epiphany after sqashing one bug too many.
We all are going to die. And no one can do anything about it, at least for now. But what if it is no longer true? If… no, not if, when (century or two) technology will make possible to prolog life indefinitely, who will benefit from it?
Everyone? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. Let me tell you who will benefit.
Sons of white, rich old men.
I will leave to you imagining social, political, economical and whatever else consequences. Good thing I (and everyone reading these words – yes, YOU too) will be, ironically, six feet under by then.
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What happens, when people that consider school shootings perfectly acceptable price for
compensating right to bear arms starts to write bad poetry?
twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.
their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.
they were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say.
they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
“where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
“this is heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house.”
when what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.
and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.
and as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”
then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe
then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
“Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”
“may this country be delivered from the hands of fools”
“I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”
then He and the children stood up without a sound.
“come now my children, let me show you around.”
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.
and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
“in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”
Yay, dead children.
As everyone should know, world is supposed to end at 21 December 2012. I wonder about exact hour, by the way. What is time zone of God?
I have for you bad news. Very bad news. End of the world will not happen. Nothing will change. No Rapture for chosen, no worldwide catastrophe. No Judgement Day, nor Singularity.
If you think otherwise, feel free to give me all your money. You will not need it, after all.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the troll: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said the forumwarrior.
“You must be,” said the troll, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
– Alice on Internet
In part 4 we finally discovered that crew of station was murdered by no one other than Sarah – girl that you are playing. Now she is cursed to repeat life on damned station forever, unless she will show true regret for what happened.
After receiving message from Arthur’s corpse, we can only go back.
Whoa, it is completely different now. Is it how real station looked?
Warning, unsolicited flashback incoming!
Look at Fan to know more.
I threw Dr. Goodwin into the fan. I didn’t even need to do it, but I felt sure he was on to me. He kept asking the Commander to eject the artifact.
Not very nice, Sarah. At least we know what exactly covered grinder before you entered white chamber. Go down to workshop.
We are taking scenic route, we are in no hurry for life-pod. So take a peek into quarters.
We found eyeless head in water there, after all.
Look at Shower to get explanation.
Commander Trent gave me little choice. It was just me, him and Arthur left at that point. He didn’t trust the spy, but he didn’t believe he was the killer. I think he saw it in my eyes… so I took his.
Return back and go to medical.
Let’s go to navigation room now.
Remember first hallucination that “killed” Sarah? That was this poor bastard, apparently.
Dick Lee was the first. He was my research assistant. He thought the artifact was too dangerous to work on alone. We were arguing because he wanted a support team. I told him we could handle it. I didn’t mean to… I knew they’d never understand.
Computer lab is on left. Go.
Cadaver in cyrogenic tank explained.
Wyles was checking the video logs when I got to him. It was obvious he’d found Dick’s body in the Nav console by how he was acting. Dick had been an accident, so I guess this is when things went out of control. I was so trapped. All I could think about was the damn artefact.
As we can see, body that we constructed earlier was not single person – everyone that got killed contributed. Considering number of body parts, seems like Sarah herself participated in this noble endeavour in more than one way. Only thing that does not match is leg from freezer. Maybe it has something to do with fate of person that Arthur was replacing? I doubt Lee was one to be replaced – string of murders from first to last seems to happen in very short amount of time.
Finally, let’s go to storage room, where unlocked life-pod awaits.
Click on escape pod and… pray.
To determine ending, game takes in account Sarah’s karma. Current amount is shown on chalkboard in workshop. You start with 1 free point. Below is list of all events in game that influence karma:
How ending is determined?
If you are selfish bitch, you will get what you deserve.
This bad ending shows various rooms on station changing from clean state to grim and stained look that you know so well. At end this message shows:
If you have sufficient karma, you will be able to run away.
This particular ending starts just after leaving white chamber.
Party moves to living room. Noticeably, Arthur for some reason looks… unhappy. He probably knows how it all is retarded.
Commander Artemis Trent: Ho Ho… Well I like the candles. Ho ho ho…
Officer Richard Wyles: Yeah! Yeah! Candles!
Assistant Dick Lee: I have brought a protractor with which to scientifically requisition the cake.
Dr. Goodwin: Like Japanese ninja.
Commander Artemis Trent: I’ve never been to Japan before. Ho ho ho ho ho…
Officer Richard Wyles: Frack me! Cut the cake! Cut the cake you frackin’ nad sack!
Dr. Goodwin: Like Japanese Samurai.
Commander Artemis Trent: It’s a shame no-one showed up for my birthday. Ho ho oooooh…
Assistant Dick Lee: Well my fool. This is because your birthday fell on day which was not divisable by the value of pi.
Officer Richard Wyles: It’s not a frackin’ pie! It’s a frackin’ cake! You frack-head! Yo’ momma!
When already inberiated idiots are partying like no tomorrow, some asteroid from nowhere explodes station and go on without even one dent. You can spot some guy riding it.
There will be no tomorrow.
If you hit F10 key, you will get different “Use” and “Look” options, shown on right. To return back to standard style, click F11.
Clicking “Home” (on keypad) will move you to debug room.
If you try to use color code before you could possibly know it, this view from camera will be shown to you: