Reach the highest number without a MENTOR posting

[PCPorterro]

T W O O O O O.

[Qwertytoforty]

Testing? Testing? Testing. 3 tests

[MysticLiger]

Four failed attempts at reconnecting >:c

[Vallidian]

5 flukies dead on arrival.

[Drakeven]

6 open clown slots and a bwoinked HoP

[DoctorDrugs]

one poor soul lost in deep space

[Vallidian]

two dead mentors

[Denghis]

It is finally my turn to do this.
 

0 mhelps resolved

[Accinator50]

1 lonely captain

[Drakeven]

2 Distant travelers, in a small space pod, drifting. The battery cell is so low now, and they have only got one space suit. They didn't expect to get lost so easily, but the dark expanse of space encapsulates and surrounds. Their only solace being the ruined stations of progress long crumbled and defeated. The stars shine just as beautifully as if they were back home on station, as if to taunt them. The hunger only accentuated by the dread, causing a pit in their stomachs that continued to hound as they tried to concentrate on the Nav-computor, before it goes dark and becomes a useless black tablet- a blank tablet, fitting for the tomb that they might soon find themselves in.

[ImmortalRedshirt]

3 days later, though the ship has long since been reduced to running only the most basic of functions, the travelers yet cling to life. Their beacon had died long ago, yet they hold out hope someone was listening at the exact right time. All of a sudden, a bright light appears. A ship? Out here? Traversing this exact part of space by sheer chance? Impossible, it must be rescue. The travellers hold out hope as the light approaches their pod, hoping that it is their salvation.

[Drakeven]

4 Red suited figures, faces obscured, their shapes only generally visible. Their headlamps flash over the pod, seemingly examining it. After a moment, a thud, reverberating throughout the small vessel. Is this their salvation, or yet another doom waiting to commit them to the afterlife? It was probably better than freezing and starving in the middle of space, what mattered now was- By how much?

[ImmortalRedshirt]

In little more than five minutes, a light that had been faded away days ago suddenly shone again. Not just this light, but everything too. The power had been restored! Who were these figures, and why had they saved them? Suddenly, a message over the radio. "What, you didn't think we were gonna let the station die without a survivor to warn Nanotrasen about the guys who killed it?" And then, the ship vanished.

[Drakeven]

6 degrees left. That's all it would have taken. If they had been going but six degrees they would've reached their home station in the three days it had taken, in the vast expanse of space, it's amazing how much of a difference such a small direction can make. But did it matter, in the end? The station they arrived to wasn't a station, but just a cloud of metal shards and dust. The in-built Geiger counter of the pod clicked with the tell-tale sound of a recent nuclear detonation. There was seemingly nothing left now. But the echos of a place once cherished.

[Esenno]

7 (I'm kinda just here for the good story.)

[NL208]

honk.

[marginalorb]

NAS TRURL SHIPPING MANIFEST

1x Blue IPC with mental trauma.

[MysticLiger]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh two

 

>:(

[SkyPing]

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh three

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[marginalorb]

uuuuuhhh...

Four?

[MysticLiger]

Five *nod

[ZN23X]

How a frick long has this thread existed?!

This is my 1st time seeing it.

[Esenno]

I'm sorry but you're 2 much of a nerd for us to tell you things.

[robveelben]

Can we all not agree this is the third time we saw a ipc player in a row now?

[ZN23X]

It took nearly 4 days to get to 4.