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8/17/2013 | |
I'm Ziggy, an Ettin. My parents died when I was very young, and I was adopted by a strange, scarred Norn. He taught me everything I know before he died, all of it about the game called "Survivor". I have been trained my whole life to play this game and I'll do anything to win it.
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ettinmaniac

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8/18/2013 | |
Day 1
I wake up, confused. For a minute, I don't know where I am. Then it dawns on me, I must be on the space station. I feel a flutter of excitement. Reaching in my bag I find only the two items I was allowed to bring with me, a bottle of vitamins and my weapon, a bow and quiver full of arrows tipped with sleeping potion.
The room is dark, sparsely lit. Not much in it. A bed, a computer terminal, a few empty shelves and a bathroom. This must be my quarters, I think. Walking over to the computer terminal I press the first key I see. It lights up. This terminal is clearly in dire need of repair, as the picture on the screen is barely legible, and the sound coming from the speakers too crackly to discern anything. Squinting at the screen I can just make out the words "SURVIVOR". Nothing helpful, then.
Sound starts to come from a different speaker, this time a single one above the doors. This one is not quite as crackly and I can understand the words coming from it, but they confuse me. I must still be a bit disoriented. Just as I'm beginning to understand the feed it cuts out and is replaced by something about having to register again. I go over to the terminal and start typing answers to the questions I hear hoping the information gets through to someone who will be able to do something with it.
Username: Ziggy
Pasword: ********
Moniker: 002-gold-pk5jy-8fr12-9oyja
Species: Ettin
Sex: M
Suddenly the feed cuts out. I figure that must be it so I press enter on the terminal keyboard. Then there's a noise outside my door. I check the speaker but it's silent, and so are the ones on the terminal save a faint static. The noise becomes louder. Gulping, I press the button next to the door. It opens, but whatever was outside has gone now. Breathing a cautious sigh of relief, I start to walk down a corridor. There was something about food mentioned on the speakers, just before the bit about registration. Maybe I can find it... |
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