conversations.from: system
conversations.value: In the year 2154, Y685-*Cora*'s one of a fleet of identical cargo ships, each modified to be able to address any need: human passengers, giant shipping containers of medicine, livestock. Originally, the plan was for a high-end line of freighters, each dozen or so outfitted specifically for a purpose, but the funder, Antebank Industries, fell short, leaving Dockers 88 with a few, partially ready ships and a whole bunch of useless skeletons. 
  
  Piecing bits together, they became the 34th most reliable means of travel or transport. With times continuing to be tight, most of the administration has been too busy to notice that individual Y captains have been stripping modifications for market price and taking on several jobs at once. Livestock kept next to the citizens' of Nome's supply of winter apparel. They'll smell like donkey's ass, but they'll be warm. And it's a chance to get paid twice as much.
  
  So it's not to much of anyone's surprise when a Y breaks down on its route. But when crew and passengers are ejected from their stasis pods into a dark, silent, ship, it might be something else.
  
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  **Notes**: *This is a sci-fi/horror game. You can die.*
  
  *My preference is for long (paragraph, preferably more) moves and BGs with some meat to them. All the better for me to fuck with your heads-- ahem. NSFW. Custom cards acceptable so long as they follow the tone of the pre-mades.*
  
  *You must have and provide a way to communicate with the narrator privately: email, IM, or other. Narrator: cjnarrates@gmail.com.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What was once part of a twelfth generation stasis pod support system is now a rusted piece of damage in your hands. Enjoy your space-tetanus.
conversations.prefix: Shot Off Metal Rod:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: This one time, you got everybody to put their weapons down with only the sound of your own voice. What's doing it again?
conversations.prefix: You've Talked Your Way Out Before:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"Just the usual kind of workers, bumming it wherever the work takes 'em. I'll hook 'em up in room 4. Pretty sure we got the barf stench outta there."*
conversations.prefix: Migrant, Travel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *"Don't like the look of that last one. Shifty like. Says he's out to scope on outer rim digging techniques but I don't buy it. Shit. Long as he's not here for us."*
conversations.prefix: Surveyor, Travel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"Don't know why I'm still even on this thing. Force of habit by now, I guess. Still, will never get used to the ghost shift. Everybody else in their stasis pod and it's just you and the black."*
conversations.prefix: Crew, Posted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *"Regular Joe, regular price. You know, it still amazes me how many people must be wanting to fly for them to have to resort to this hunk a junk. Shut up! I'll say whatever I want."*
conversations.prefix: Citizen, Travel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"Any merchant's that sellin' in these backwaters of space gotta be dealin' the saucy stuff, y'know what I mean? If they slide me a packet, I'll give 'em an extra meal plan. I ain't too proud."*
conversations.prefix: Merchant, Travel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *"We've got a PT situation on this run. You still got those converted storage stasis pods separated from the others? These guys don't need to be comfortable. They just need to be unconscious."*
conversations.prefix: Prisoner, Transport:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"Anyone who comes out to the ass end of space to practice has gotta be one of those bleeding hearts, right? Leapin' between backwater colonies to lend aid. Sounds like hell to me."*
conversations.prefix: Doctor, Travel:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ys aren't known for their particular brand of updated security, so y'got the packets on safely. Now they'd best stay that way. Somebody's expectin' 'em down the line. After you quality check them.
conversations.prefix: Keep Your Drugs Safe:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This wasn't your first pick for transport. It's not a straight line through. As tension rises, so does your will to do absolutely anything it takes to arrive where you need.
conversations.prefix: Get To Your Final Destination:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whatever's going on with this hunk a'junk, it's imperative that you know. Traumatic events may occur, but you push on. Their deaths just mean you're getting closer.
conversations.prefix: Get To The Bottom Of This:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: All you've got is a static-y family photo on an old album drive and a rumor they went this way. But that's enough. You'd do a lot more -- and a lot worse, for family.
conversations.prefix: Find The One You're Looking For:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Life as a volunteer drug sampler means the occasional bad trip or side-effect. But this has been going on for weeks and you can't take another job until you even out.
conversations.prefix: Figure Out What's Going On With You:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You need this next paycheck two days ago. Somebody's waiting at the end of the line to have your head otherwise. And people in stasis aren't with their money.
conversations.prefix: Get Your Next Paycheck:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You knew the odds of taking the 34th ranked travel freighter. But this is beyond anything. You're gonna get somewhere, get low, and wait for proper authority.
conversations.prefix: Get Somewhere Safe And Stay There:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It's imperative that the stuck pod opens or else the occupant's going to suffocate before your eyes.
conversations.prefix: Get The Pod Open:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Across from Skib, the fourth stasis pod in the room. Fog built up inside obscures the woman's features.
conversations.prefix: Stasis Pod #4:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A typical set-up of four stasis pods stacked along the walls with a master control at the end of the room. It smells vaguely of barf.
conversations.prefix: C Deck: Stasis Room 4:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: If you were a genius, you wouldn't be on this backwards transport, but you've got some knowledge and a steady hand.
conversations.prefix: You're Okay With Technology:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Installed into the wrist, the TRT-IWS 05 series can detect your lifesigns as well as those of anyone within 100 yards of you.
conversations.prefix: Implantable Wrist Scanner:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know the ass end of a cannon from its mouth. Your likelihood of shooting yourself in the foot is diminished.
conversations.prefix: You've Handled A Weapon Or Two:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Considering your present company, saying you're the smartest ain't much bragging rights, but you take what you can get.
conversations.prefix: You Think Pretty Well On Your Feet:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your sincere face belongs on a galactic sales ad. Too bad you didn't take that job. But you're still able to convince people your way once in a while.
conversations.prefix: You've Just Got That Look:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There's not going to be any drastic, life-saving procedures, but you have done good field work and persevered where technology usually fails.
conversations.prefix: You Can Perform Medicine In A Pinch:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Technology may have advanced leaps and bounds, but you've got no problem getting into a head-butting, ear-biting fist-fight.
conversations.prefix: You Don't Hide Behind Fancy Tech:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Traversing the outer rim hasn't made you tougher. It plagues you. Every newly discovered bacteria and malady has had its turn with you. Careful about falling behind.
conversations.prefix: You Don't Look So Good, Buddy:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've never traveled before on your own. Nuances and tricks of keeping yourself alive aren't in your vocabulary yet and the learning curve's vanished.
conversations.prefix: You're On Your Own Out Here, Kid:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're not traveling under your real identity and the more probing these idiots do to solve their ship problem, the more likely you have to answer questions you can't.
conversations.prefix: You Don't Look Like A Harry:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Careful about talking a big talk, cause the second shit hits the fan, you're in the corner, crying for your mother. And you might as well forget looking at anything gruesome.
conversations.prefix: You've Got No Balls:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Whether it's the latest packet or a golden oldie, you're its bitch. Without your fix, you'll undeniably begin to sweat, shake, and hallucinate. So, enjoy that, sucker.
conversations.prefix: You're Just An Addict Scumbag:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There's nothing inherently wrong with you except that you could be replaced by a robot and nobody'd notice. In fact, you might be more useful then. Carry on, drone.
conversations.prefix: You Got Nothing Going For You:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Under normal circumstances, you behave just fine. But when it's balls to the walls, no holds barred, and someone's depending on you? Sucks to be them.
conversations.prefix: You Suck Balls Under Pressure:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Being abruptly awake inside the crammed pod is disorienting but you'd better get your grip before the pod flushes.
conversations.prefix: Exit Your Stasis Pod (Hannah):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Being abruptly awake inside the crammed pod is disorienting but you'd better get your grip before the pod flushes.
conversations.prefix: Exit Your Stasis Pod (George):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Being abruptly awake inside the crammed pod is disorienting but you'd better get your grip before the pod flushes.
conversations.prefix: Exit Your Stasis Pod (copy):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Being abruptly awake inside the crammed pod is disorienting but you'd better get your grip before the pod flushes.
conversations.prefix: Exit Your Stasis Pod (Skib):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Across from Skib, the fourth stasis pod in the room. Fog built up inside obscures the woman’s features.
conversations.prefix: Stasis Pod #4:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: An older woman but not without her good looks. Her clothes don't make her profession immediately apparent.
conversations.prefix: Take A Closer Look At #4:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've got an incredibly short fuse. It doesn't take much to set you off and usually what sets you off is something really stupid. You're the kind of person that people hate to travel with.
conversations.prefix: You're Primed And Ready to Blow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You only do what your job description requires. You're not lazy but, if they want you to go "above and beyond", then they better be willing to pay you. You don't stick your neck out for free.
conversations.prefix: You Don't Get Paid Enough For This Shit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been behind bars long enough. What's one more body if it means that you can get to a safe haven? 
conversations.prefix: Get to Freedom:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You only live once and you have nowhere else to be. You just go wherever life takes you and it has taken you here. It could be worse. It could be better. Either way, you handle one day at a time.
conversations.prefix: Enjoy the Ride.:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You might not be the smartest guy here, but at least you've got your trusty boots. They've taken better care of you than any woman ever has. 
conversations.prefix: Steel Toe Boots:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Helps with acquiring knowledge and intelligence, not so much with relationships...
conversations.prefix: Really Good Memory:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have the uncanny ability to find tools in the most unlikely of places.
conversations.prefix: MacGyver-like:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: If something's catching, you'll go to any extremes to avoid it.
conversations.prefix: Germaphobe: