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Well, I have not been on this site in a while, but I am back and ready to update! Hope everyone is having a happy new year! And lots of happy dreaming!! January 10, 2015 Last night's LD was a random one that placed me in some space ship. I figured it was a spaceship because A. it is interior looked not too unlike that of Dead Space's Ishimura. B. I was floating in zero-g and I awoke to a can of peanuts by some unknown brand smacking into my head. Sadly, I was also took far from any of the walls, ceiling, or floor to really grab a hold of anything. <PERSON>, so I let myself drift and spin for a little more until I was able to grab the guide rails of one of the walls. Thankfully, there were not any signs of blood, so it did not seem like it was a dead vessel filled with flesh-eating monstrosities or anything. The lights were working just fine. There just. did not seem to be any people? Pulling myself along, I traversed the long hallway of the ship, which I started feeling might have very well been the spine of the vessel because it felt like it went forever. I mean, how many rooms do you really need? And yet still no one was to be found. I finally made it to the end of this blasted hallway, entering what looked like a giant game room with way too many air hockey tables, hahaha. Pucks and handles were drifting everywhere. I started hearing something that sounded like muffled talking, but it was coming from the room beyond... past the closed door. Drifting over to the door, I attempted to listen through but it was still too muffled, so I attempted to fiddle with the console on the side of the door. It took until I pressed an unlabeled blue button for the door to open. Turned out it was not people talking--it was a recording: ** We would seen things. Great things. Whether the nations still exist, we do not know. But--we have sent them our data. They can do whatever they want with it, not like we will get to benefit from it. Not now. We have been adrift for almost a year now. This old lady's almost drained of fuel, provisions... air cycling's almost broken too. We will either freeze, starve, or suffocate. <PERSON>'s got an idea. Says it will be better than us stickin' it out. And we are pretty much in unanimous agreement. In about an hour, we will all head over to Transfer. Take a walk outside. Just know that we did not go suffering. And we did our job. These amazing people that I have come to know, they did an amazing job. I do not got anyone to tell something back on Earth. But you will find everyone else's tapes in <PERSON>. You do not need to know me. We are the NSN Uther. And we just saved the Earth. ** The message began to loop again. No wonder there were no bodies. He must have been referring to cargo transfer. They bloody vented themselves out into space. Despite extensive searching, I could not find the crew quarters or the room A-222. I could not recover the tapes of the last words of the NSN Uther...