Astanael

Tag: horror

  • Inktober 30 – Slither All’s done.Pressure ok.Oxy-tank full.Warp engine stable.Antimatter fuel tank full.Van Halen deflectors operational.Navcomputer online and calibrated. Horacio slithers into the cockpit and took a brief look outside: Ever growing crystals. Raven. Doc. The crew, or whatever they have become.Her hands reach for the com. She tries to say something but can’t. What’s…

  • Inktober 29 – Patch The good thing about focusing on a task, is that you can ignore your environment.You can ignore the crystals that kept on growing and set up a life support module with Doc’s help.You can ignore the faint presence at the back of your skull and gather the tools to set up…

  • Inktober 28 – Crispy She slowly stands up and feels something crispy under her suit… crystals.She sees Raven walking nearby, his helmet’s wide open. She could… might… No. There’s nothing to do but returning to the ship. Now… slow and steady. No rush. Oxy’s fine and so’s the suit. One cut and she will be…

  • Inktober 27 – Connect Like a cable that is cut, Horacio is disconnected from the network, disconnected from them.Her integrity restored; she slowly starts to regain consciousness of her environment. It hurts a bit.A quick glance at the oximeter, all right. No pressure drop. No leak. Chrono tells her she was out for no more…

  • Inktober 26 – Extinct New memories, new connections. Memories not her own.Horacio’s not dreaming, she’s remembering.There was there was a world, a long time ago.Like earth, life happened, thrived, evolved.Like earth, humanoids took the lead and built cities.Like earth, knowledge was created and lost.Unlike earth, they discovered how to rebuild their brains on periodic molecular…

  • Inktober 25 – Spark Captain’s log, supplemental. I… I don’t think I’m talking. I don’t know where I am. I can’t feel a thing. Everything’s dark. Pitch black. No… incorrect. I can’t see, can’t hear, can’t feel a thing. There’s no darkness if I can’t see. Seeing nothing isn’t not seeing. What am I thinking? Am…

  • Inktober 24 – Splat With his suite completely depressurized, Doc should be dead by now. Horacio’s confused.– What… how…– Do not worry captain. It’s fine. Don’t fear them.– You… No air… How can you even talk?– You’re panicking. Don’t panic.– My mind YOU’RE IN MY MIND!– No, I’m merely grazing your thoughts, now listen and…

  • Inktober 23 – Leak – Come on Doc, Explain. Explain to me what’s… this!– Hang on. I need to sit… Crystals. It’s crystals. Like the one we got, but shinier.– That make no sense. How… Why… Oh no!– What?– Peoples! there’s people on it! My crew…– Calm down, captain.– I AM CALM!– No you’re not.–…

  • Inktober 14 – Tick – “Captain’s log. Direct entry with immediate broadcast on all channel.First, the alerts. Then the consoles not responding. Then my own crew’s not responding anymore. I can’t find anyone. No radio.…Seriously?…It’s gonna be like this? Searching through the lower deck with a movement detector in my hand and a hand crafted…

  • Inktober 13 – Roof – OK… I knew it would go over the roof sooner or later… but I would rather had later than sooner. /* Krita + Yiynova */ [STORY START] – OK… je savait que ca creverait le plafond tôt ou tard… Mais j’aurai préféré plus tard.