Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170502211701

 I hear a smash, then the Valk's concerned voice. It feels like the exit wound is faintly tugging towards the monster girl, and I grit my teeth and bear the pain. A different type of pain starts to bubble from the surface: three years of having nothing but a disembodied voice as a companion is starting to catch up with me. "ICARUS...call off...call off the game. There's no point in...in fighting when the prize...is unattainable. You can release Rep and Lilith from the mess hall. If Rep says keeps the mess hall doors closed, keep them closed."  I curl up a little tighter, surrounded by darkness and wooden crates. The tug in my chest gets a little stronger, and I silently start to cry, feeling miserable-suicidal, even. I fabricate a revolver and raise the barrel to my temple. "Just one shot...one shot, and you'll be gone..." I pull back my finger, and the pain seems to react to it, spiking upwards like a popularity boost on a sales graph. I cry out and let the gun fall out of my hands and just lie there, lonely, in pain, in the darkness. "And even if I could pull the trigger...it wouldn't even help. I'd just wake up again on this godforsaken submarine to live out another day of my godforsaken life! Why...why me? Why was I the only one left alive? Why did the crew vanish? Did one of those...monsters take them? I wish...I wish I could just die..." I cry myself into sleep.

Up on the helm, ICARUS turns to Siri.  His holographic form disappears.

In the mess hall, the speakers turn on. 