𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

I̸͙̞̖͍͝ṭ̴̲̽̽ ̶̛̜̑̍̈̽̏̋͝͝͝ŵ̴͎̹̣̇̽̾̆̓͂̚a̴̬̭̩͔̲̪̺͆͝͝ṡ̶̻̥̹͎̅̓̑͘̕ ̶̮̭̜̰̭̜̖̩͚̉á̷̰̲̫̺͉̠͍̀͜ ̷̠̰̜̱͗r̶̗̞̞͕̀̊̅̾̿̂́ò̶͍͎͉̜͒͂u̷̮̰͈̩̰͂̆̅̓̒͒̏̀g̶̢̱̯͈̯̿̈̑̓̒h̶̛̖̝̆ ̷̛̮̖̳͛̋̇̕͠ć̸͕͈̌̏͑̂̒̒r̴̻͖̜͓͕̱̂͛̚a̴̯̱̥͈̹̥̩͙̲̹̒̃̾̅s̴̨̬̻̥̥͓̔͌̈́͛̀͌͊͜h̶̨̛͔̯̯͔̠̩̳̎̓́̓͘.̶̧̗̤̣̳͕͈͗̌̀͒͘

Captains log #1, Cadet 40.

Hello people of Universe Sygnus A! This is a message directed to the people of Periboea X!

My name is Styx, I am a planetary cadet, sent out with my crew of 3.

My crew members are Erigone, Cadet 41, Hydra, Cadet 42, and Argos, Cadet 43.

The flight is running smoothly! With Argos' help, we have a smooth piloting system, and Hydra's intellect about technology and mechanics is a great assist! 

However...

We have not been able to find a planet fit with docile forms of life.. I blame that failure upon me. Please do not attack my crew for this!

Å̷̹̗̫̳̜͓͛̑̀̚ñ̷̗̼͔͙̠̱̟͒̏̌́̕͜d̸͔̝̻̫̘̰̍̾̀̄̕͠ͅ ̶̯̺̖̳͍̮̣͆̏̒̽͝w̶̢̝̠̖̎͂̏̒̉́͠ḯ̶̠̊͆̈́̀͛̓t̴̹̘̱͎̱̭̩̤̽͐̈́̀̉̚h̸̨̺̞͈̤̞͙͔̱̾͐̔̈́͊̆̉̆ ̶̨͋͋̀͗͒ţ̴̖͚̭̼̙̜̭̮̮̈́͠h̴̬͉̼͓̹̲̀̽̌̑̏̇͝͝i̴̜̠͍̮͇͙̟͛n̷̢͔̤͔̆g̴̢͔̦̲̞͊̍͒ṡ̷̢̙͖͍̳̖͚̹̔̅͂̏͗̍̿͘͝ ̴̡̱̞̹͆̎͊̚͝ͅģ̵̦̘̝̣̦̄̃̔̀͑̿͂̐̉̕o̶̭̱̪̲̠̖̲̥̼̔̄̉̍̉í̶͇̠́̓̎́̀n̵̡̞̙͇̙̓̏̋͗̇͘͜g̷̢͕̰̬͕͉͇̭͚̩̈́̔͋̽̉ ̴̢̛͖̮͍̀̒̒̍̌͑̔͆́s̶̡͓̼̆͆̊́͑̿̀̕õ̸͓̒ ̶̧̡̡͍̼̺͇͒͛̿̐̍̑͝ģ̸̡͎̟̰̝͕̼̙̰͗r̶̜̬̯̝̖̦̲̰̻̠̈́͛ȩ̷̠̯̎̀̄̀̈́̈́̂̈́̚͠ã̶̛̛̳̂́̿͂̚͝t̸̨̳̊́͘,̴̨̠̠̍͑ ̴̡̝͕̙̦̬̿̆͒͋́́̈́͌͘I̸̲̝̮͒́̌́̽͌́̏̍͝ͅ ̶̢͕̟͖̹̬͖̮̲͒͆̀ͅb̴̨̖̮̫͈̠̜̾́̔e̷̡̢̞͖̒̆̈́͌͗ţ̵̧̛̙̄̓́̆̀͑̎͠͠ ̶̰͚̹̱̺͍̭̾̈́̈̎̐͒͘ͅͅn̵̨͉͇̝͌̑̈́̀ͅő̶̢̭̫̭͙̱͙͕̼͆̍͋̏́͒̉̚t̸͖́͌͊̇̿̑h̴̭̟͖́̋͌̋͊̉̾̑̕͜i̴̼̙̞͍̠̙̞̿n̸̨̳̞̞̺͗̍́̈́̈́̄̈̈͘ͅg̶̯͍͖̩͎̙͕͒̂̚͘͜ ̷̨̛͉̲̻͙̳͔̪̉͋̿͋̓c̶̡̗̘͚̙̘͒̊͂̓̊͛̎̈́̓ȍ̴͈̟ṷ̶̼̰̋̈́̽̽̇̽́͘̚͝l̵̡̢̼̲̤̣̮̫̗̈́̏̆̚d̵̗̘̙́͂̇̋̏̈́̈̾̌ ̶̘̪̺̹͕͖͈̓͆͂̿̑͊̉͆͛̓ͅg̴̰̱͌̀̐͐͒̅̿̅͛̇o̶̰͔̔̿͝ ̴̢̡̛̟̝̜́͜w̵̰̿̇̽̄ṟ̷͚̪̼̲̔̓̌͌͝o̵̭̠͉͇͊̒̂̏̌́n̵̢̯̔͊g̵̣̗̯̞͍̣͈͌̄̇̍͜!̷̗͈͕͒̄̈́̐̈́̐́̅̕͝

*click*

Captain log #30, Cadet 40.

I haven't seen any of them in days.

Theres..been no contact from them since they offered to stay on that one planet..

surely this isn't my fault?

*click*

Captain's log #40, Cadet 40.

Ȟ̶͙̤͎̞̟͍̘̍͜Ẻ̵̪̫͉̙̻̘̎̊̽͆̇̽͒Ḻ̵̞̣͉̳̖͙̣͖̖͛͌̆́L̴̘̣̮̠̞̰͍̝̓͜͜͝Õ̷̗?̸̛̼͌̎͌̔͋̈́̈́͝ ̸̡̢̢̢̭̠̲͉͇͗̊͘G̴̗̼̱͚̲͗̔͝Ŗ̸̛̣̩̰̙̜͑̓Ȯ̷͍͍̟̙͇̪̰̟̞̯́̀͒͘͝U̶̧̢͚͙̝̖̱̗̙͗͊͠N̴̪͎̗̼̍̄̌͐̾̈́͐D̸̘̅̿͝͝ ̸̛̱̠̘̽̒͌͒́͑̄̅C̷̳̐̌̒̆̔̄͝͝Ờ̷̦̣̹͓̏̓̇̊̅͝N̴̨͕͛T̸̺̲̯̻̣͐̈̍̋͗̅̚͝R̸̦͔̙̣͍̰̉̂͑͋́́̇̋̚̕͜͜Ǫ̷͙̩̟̘̔̐͛̅͊̓̒͜͝ͅL̵͈̼͉͒̑?̶̭͖̬̌̈̄̅͘ ̶̳͇̺͈̠͉͓̐͒̍͛͒̍͝C̵͔̺͗̈̌̑̈̿͐̍A̶̺̖̬͇͎̰̻̾̐͑̔͛̅́Ṅ̴̝̘͉͙̫̀̈́̍̽̂̽͝͠ ̸͖̬̫̌̀͌͘̕͝͝A̴̛̜̩̟̯͓͚̺̫͔̓̕͜N̵̥̙͍͎̟̅͑Ÿ̸̬̖͋̓̊́̆̆̓̕͝Ǫ̵͎̖̼̪͋̐̐͊͒͆̐̊͝Ǹ̷͚͕̽E̸̛͍̅̉͐̿͂̏͠ ̵̢̩͔̲͇̊͂͆͂̍̈̈́̓Ḣ̷̘̹̓̃̄͐̈̚͝Ȩ̴͈̣̬̤͎̺̯̗̾͆͐͐͛́͝A̷̘̤̦̟̱̞̙͛̇̆́͊̒̅R̴̛̝͇͌́̒̀̂͊̎͘͠ ̷̧̻͉̊͐̈́͌͆̑̾̉͑͊ͅM̷̧̡̬̩͖͙͆͛͒̌̂͛͋Ȩ̸̤͖̺̝̭͇̱̳̀̈́̌̈́͊͂͐̋͘?̵̨̥̥̺͗͆͋͒͋̈́̌ ̸̡̥̫̩͕̎́́̉̿͘P̶̰̜̫͙̾̀̽̔͑̈́̕͘L̸͖͍͋̎̀͐̿̍̚͠͝Ȩ̷̙̫̙̋̀̓̈́͋͘ͅÄ̴̢̟͇̝̩̻̮͕̹̖̋̌̆̄̈́̽̄͠Ş̸͙̬̬̻̮̤̹̓͝E̶͖͔͛̅̓̐͛͘!̶̟̖͔̾̈́̂͂͊̕͠ ̵̳͉̹̇̃̆͛Ȉ̷̧̟̮̖̳̺͔̐̄̍̎̒͘ ̷̛͉͚̥̬̦̈́̌̽͘N̴̬̟̥̟̲̈͜͜Ë̷̟͚̰̼̻͔͖̜̲̀̐E̷̤̲͙̥̣̭͓͋̄̀D̷̼́̍͒̇ ̷̗̱͙̎̒̒̈͑͜Ḧ̶̢̨̳̗̗͕́́́̄̅̋͗́͘E̸̘̫̝͆̓͌̑̚ͅL̵̢̧̜̖̗̗̍͒̅͜͠P̷̥͖̔͌͋̎̌͆͘!̴̙̟͖̇͐͗͆̅̅

...

* There is a buzzing of flies, a crackling of fire, and the camera is tuned to Styx' face, a look of distraught..mourning even.*

They're dead.

I crash landed on this planet..Earth..

We would have fit in so well...

When they finally called.. I saw what was happening..

They were being attacked..but by what? There's nothing I can do...

*The camera flipped to the busted and bent ship.*

There's...no way to save them..

*click*

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I had a strong urge to create angst so here ya go

how fun :D

Shrimp Out!!!