Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta
Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta
My own home system only serves to disappoint me these days. I go up into spacey-place, try to talk with spacey-pilots, and the responses are all so depressing. Here are today's encounters.
So first thing I see when I launch from the planet is a big fat ALG-person in a big fat ALG-person Garbage-ship.
Brakelatabasaasta: Hmmmm... Brakelatabasaasta: You smell funny. Brakelatabasaasta: But not in a good way. Kharon: then its u self...were in space remember? Brakelatabasaasta: But... Kharon: LOL! Brakelatabasaasta: Just 'cause there's no air, that doesn't mean... oh, whatever. I stand by my previous statement. Brakelatabasaasta: You smell.
I wasn't getting anything out of him. So I left, towards the place with the Bushes. On the Whoosh-ring-path, I saw another guy, and quickly un-whooshed to get a better look. But it was just a guy in a teeny grabby-ship with no other notable features.
Brakelatabasaasta: Ohh... I thought you'd be someone interesting. Brakelatabasaasta: Guess not.
He stood there for a minute, silent, and then just got back into the Whoosh-ring without a word. I saw him again later, but just like before, he sped away from me without saying anything. Oh well. Some people are just shy, I guess.
Then I went back to the planet, and Garbagem'n Guy was still there, but so was some other guy in a Fish-Face Ship.
Brakelatabasaasta: Hello, Fish-Face. Ace-STORM: ??? Ace-STORM: hi small and indefence ship Brakelatabasaasta: Yup. Just as I was afraid. Zero intelligence here, too. Brakelatabasaasta: Well, I'm discouraged. Back to the dumpsterhome. Ace-STORM: i know how to shot you Brakelatabasaasta: Yeah. I'm sure you do.
So I got back in the Planet-Lander-Mabob and went straight back to my dumpsterhome. No use hanging around these uninteresting idiots.