Well-Traveled

When I signed up for this, I felt omnipotent. It's clear now that they intended for me to fail. Running over the events in my mind, I find too many coincidences. Too many close calls.

Without realizing it, I had begun to trust them. They must have known that. They let me think they needed me, and I ate it up. My mistake. I'd have done the same to them.

Unfortunately, I don't seem to have taken any critical damage. Could they have known that would happen? Probably. I wonder what I did to piss them off?

I'm going to have plenty of time to get to know this twisted steel coffin. The air, water, and nourishment systems -- all working. Everything else is toast. Even the disaster beacon is dead, and that should have been fucking indestructible.

Not even the lights work. Why couldn't they have left me some light? Did I really steal so much?

I look forward to madness.