Tales of the Admins

[Jansen]

After a long time of connecting all the tiny and not so tiny pieces of his new tractor, Jansen was finally done. His new tractor was painted in a bright LWB green, with a new development from some of the lower floors of the temple, tear-proof paint, made from the very potent extract of crushed dreams.

He was proud, he managed to built this tractor all on his own, as no Mods showed up to help him, he was certain that they couldnt have helped him anyways, incompetent and lazy things they were.
After having finished this major task of great importance he decided to give the new tracor a try, testing it as good aspossible, he decided that a journey all over Sirius should be he first major vojage.

Smart as he was, he started the journey in Omicron Delta, as thats just so really close to the temple. He left the great halls and flew around the system, thats when he encountered Zoners, Zoners that shot at each other, Zoners that were friends with the Order, Zoners that hated the Order. What a madhouse he thought and flew on, he was careful to navigate around the large amount of tears floating through the system and he mostly successful, only a few tears hit his new tractor, the paint looked good, he was certain that, if it survives Zoner tears, it could survive everything.
The next part of his journey led him to the Omegas, he really enjoyed this place with all its orange, but what was that? Ther e were people crying about the Core, crying about how the Core just took control of the whole place, forcing everyone to follow their rules. This was not the usual kind of Omega sadness, it was taken to a whole new level, everyone involved appeared to have a big issue with this, yet again Jansen had to navigate the tractor through fields of tears. And yet again, he managed to prevent the tractors paint from getting too much contact with the toxic substance.
He moved on, he saw that he saw nothing, apparently this nothing was watching passing by ships, what wicked magic was this? Who gave these mortals the power of cloaking?
That was a surprise, he did not expect them to be able to develop this technology on their own, someone must have made a giant mistake...
While thinking about which Mod to kick for this, he didnt pay attention to his surroundings and accidentially flew into a nebula, but this wasnt your normal nebula, it was made from tears and cries for Admin attention. That was too much, Jansen had to escape this madnes, back to the temple! Back to safety!
He flew as fast as he could, back through the Omegas, back into the Omicrons, ignoring everything around him, flying straight through the collections of various tears on the way.
Finally he managed it, he arrived at the temple, he went straight for his very personal tractor docking bay, for safety!

A few seconds later he was glad to have escaped the dangers of space, glad to escape all the tears, nothing could disturb him in the temple, nothing could damage his tractor here.
He went straight to his very own coffee machine and got himself the strongest brew possible, when he returned to the tractor hangar he saw that the tractor started to disolve, first slowly, then faster and faster until nothing was left. The tears had been too much for this great piece of technology.
Jansen looked at what had been left of his once so glorious and great tractor, he started to cry...

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