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Dear Snowball,
Our adventure continues, and things are starting to feel a bit more familiar, even though I still have that distant perspective from being away for so long. How much outside of your egg can you see? 🤔 Here’s the latest from our time on the space station.
We boarded our new spaceship, but everything in it was written in another language none of us could understand. 🛸 Remy tried to take off but left the parking brake on. Donovan helped out, shifting the ship's gears into drive, and we got out of the atmosphere. Some people tried to contact us, and using our moderate radio capabilities, I sent a message saying, "HEY FLEECHOG HERE," and somehow they just knew who I was. It’s amazing people still remember me. 🤩
We managed to get on our way to the space station without issues, arriving in an airlock to alarms alerting us it was beginning decon. 💀 But then nothing happened. We assumed the bits that would start decontamination were repurposed elsewhere on the station.
The old man boy gang was walking toward us in the hallway. We defeated them, with Melpert using brain magic to set them on fire and Donovan making everything in that hallway dark and the ground goopy. There were security turrets further down the hall—one turret got taken out by a great sniper shot by Remy. The other turret shot Donovan really hard in the chest, splattering blood everywhere. 💥💔 I rushed into the hallway, ready to protect, but the gun didn’t do anything more. How weird—maybe the gun recognizes me too. Hi, Turret, are you also a fan of Fleechog? It didn’t answer.
We knocked out the rest of the gang, and I opened one of my batteries from my gun and poured it over the turret. The acid ate through the outer casing and into some wires, with a small pop sound, the turret was broken. RIP my newest fan. I’ll write my next song about you and your fallen gunbrother. 🔕 We continued down the hallway to the end of the airlock.
We ran into some other cultist guys with really cool-looking weapons, like mini black holes on sticks. One of the guys smashed me on the head—it hurt real bad. But it was okay because Melpert made them feel bad about not watching Dance Wars correctly—this hurt their feelings. 💞 Then Remy shot them, ending it pretty quickly. 🔜
But really, watching season 1 to the present day is just silly. It’s a reality tv contest show. Youd already know who won. 🎶👑 The best watch schedule is present season, then watch back seasons while waiting for the next season to start. These cultists cant seem to do anything right. 🤭
We wandered further into the space station and found a circle of computers in a room with air vents all around the tops. We small people went into the vents—some of them were exposed to space, thankfully all our suits are accommodating for the vacuum of space. 🌠 We found a small area where it looked like someone was living. We met a ratman named Whiskers, and… I… flirted with him. 🐀 💗 My flirt game was just barely on point—my reputation must be doing a lot of heavy lifting that my personality isn’t able to support right now.
Now, now, Snowball. I know you’d scold me. Robbing the cradle and such but I didn’t have a wife and kid when I left reality. 💓 I had one date with a friend and we held hands before he rejected me. 💀 Finding someone age appropriate isn’t exactly possible. Are any mind prisons having a speed dating night? Those guys get thousands of years at a time. 👮 But they were criminals… I guess we’re criminals too, eh Snowball. 😎
Anyways, back to my possible future husband. 🐀 💗
Whiskers told us he came to this space station ages ago with his family. Then the cultists arrived and killed his family. He gave us some info about the ship and codes to disable doors. 🔡🔢 I tried to tell Whiskers about our battles—who we downed and where—but I couldn’t pull up my stats sheet like I usually do in games. I guessed we had killed 5 old men children? I tried to change my POV to 3rd person and... I couldn’t. I was stuck in 1st person. 📹 So weird. What camera are you in, Snowball? 1st, 3rd, 3rd over the shoulder? Top down?
I oriented myself back to the cute ratman in front of me💕, and we promised to kill the bad guys and rescue him. We headed further into the space station and found more old men in kids' clothes. Still trying to change my POV, I trailed behind the group. Everyone gathered around this tiny hallway into another room. I stood under Melpert, his tentacles shielding my view of what was going on.
Melpert set the room on fire. Donovan battle sonata’d the enemy guys' faces, and Remy shot their heads off. 🔥 🎵 💫 Being small, I stood under Melpert, watching from the ground and using my battle ribbon where I could. The room was on fire, and the floor looked dangerous—I wasn’t going in there. 🔛 I pointed at the bad guys and told my friends, "Go get 'em!" And they went and got them. 💯
Stay strong, my friend. We’ve got this.
Forever your partner in Hell, Fleechog
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