XX1: Getting to Know You

[syllogism]

That debacle was pretty much something out of an extra terrestrial movie where various sentient beings are abducted from their home planets and jam-jarred for observation. The subjects are convinced that their confinement is inescapable, gradually assume complacency, and adapt to their new lives under the oppressive scrutiny of a humongous totalitarian microscope. They eventually all but forget Big Brother's watchful eyes behind concealed cameras recording everything down to the minutiae of their daily lives, and any genre-savvy movie enthusiast could easily tell you what's soon to follow.

It's actually not half bad. I'm sure someone out there has had it worse.

Let's get down to business. I'm taking a roll call.

Raise your hand if you're familiar with any of the following chumhandles:

• gutsyGumshoe
• tipsyGnostalgic
• golgothasTerror

If you're not one of them, that's also cool. I'm not going to be disappointed.

Comments

[forging]

See - spot of bother ryt their - what do you mean
this place is haunted? see i think its within my capacityes to
deal with both at the same time. scifi horrors don't work, mate.

its not. its like specificity doesnt exist.

[syllogism]

On one hand, I've been informed that this ship has something of a cryptic nature and that its passengers generally "freak out" upon their initial arrival, but that was, more likely than not, some douchebag attempting the worst practical joke in the existence of anything.
Yet on the other hand, no one seems to have an explanation for exactly who brought us to this ship and why.
Who are the authorities paying for and supplying the damn crew that drives and maintains this ship?
Why were any of us brought here, and what happened to us when we were beamed into those single-person aquariums?
Are we actually in outer space?
It's not like there are any windows for us to check.
That sucks because now we can't take pictures in front of a romantic galactic backdrop consisting of stars that are just light-years in the distance.
Is everyone simply expected to settle down as we theoretically embark on an interstellar tour, picking up more unwitting nimrods every month?
What happened to those suckers who aren't on this ship any longer?
Man, the list goes on.
Pretty sure that each and every other person here has some other shit to take care of,
And who's to say it's on pause while we traipse along all obediently enjoying a ride that none of us signed up for?
What kind of defective kindergarten dictionary are you using that doesn't feature either of those words?