Fading Suns: Death to sinners.

Spaction. Illiad's first charioteer got a broken jaw and nearly had his keys stolen. Future charioteers are never to show their keys (as Illiad thinks he can buy them) or leave their rooms on fridays and have rarely gone beyond one jump or be female. We try to take off for Pyre and fail. "Oh no it's Flipsacoin Crossplay! Run!" "I don't know how this is possible, but I rolled a 30!" "The ship blinks out of existence and we all fall to the ground." Mysterious unlabeled box. A data storage tape with an M and two halves of a metal mask. It's Mikell! "Oh fuck me." "Okay!" "I bet there's one on every planet. We should collect them all!" Illiad drops them into the ocean. "Thag told me there's a magical thing in the universe that let's people know where you are. I don't want one." "While that may be a false notion, that was a very smart idea of you, Illiad!" Ren syncs with the sword. Illiad is nude watersliding with the space lube. "Whee! Ow! Whee! Ow!" Ends up plastered against the windshield. "There's no friction. It's not rape." Thag hoses Illiad down. Fal participates in naked friday. She puts a towel on her seat. Vinyl seats of the future! Tuesday is porn night! We watch Illiad's collection. Surprisingly few of them don't start Illiad. "Pretend gun fight! Bang bang! You shot a hole in the wall. Everyone loses." "You can build an extra arm and jam it into the side of my head. It'll be great. Now about that harness." Ren is painted pale with contacts and a wig. Amber Firebosom! Phalas. Canon Gin. "When I get nervous, I bleed in my lungs." Yay pictures seem to be in order. "Have a blessed days." "Death to sinners." It's not a mill. "I don't think they're making bread." "That's alright. We're not delivering grain." Tubes filled with people in liquid. "You're one of mine." "Ah it's her dad." "You were part of batch 283." "And that thought is now gone." Thomas had a shipment of goods lost between Vilya and Cadiz. "Don't accept immortality from strangers." Roger is sickly green and 12 feet tall. Jar of dark liquid. It's a symbiote. Joy! "We're all test tube babies. Just some of us were grown in a living test tube." Erection thursdays. Lil Ill "My name is Illiad! It's still Illiad!" And we leave Pyre!