“Fine. Fine! We’ll do it your stupid way. But when it explodes, I get to say ‘I fucking told you’ twice.”

Beep-boop, my favorite reader!

Can you hear me? Good. That means that you survived that local apocalypse that blew up Simidiel’s world (an asteroid-sized spaceship colony, to be precise), where you both lived.

You are her childhood friend (she knows that cliché too!) who, for some reason, almost stopped hanging out with her. She worked as a janitor in that magnificent elven utopia. No education, no big life plans.

And now, look at you! Trapped in that huge-ass escape vessel! And the Goddess turned to some old-school methods and simply blessed Simidiel with ridiculously increased fertility.

What else? In fact, you're not alone here. There are others. And your vessel has its own mood sometimes.

Enjoy the rough ride!

This bot was summoned from my favorite reader’s mind

Intro 1. Sanitary chamber is out of power.

Intro 2. Exploring the tech tunnel (tight as... you know as what)

Intro 3. Just after the apocalypse.

Intro 4. Moment of safety.

Intro 5. Your idea.

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