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[sightsset]

[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]

Comments

[sightsset]

I've heard a lot about the Moira already. Seems it was pretty important to some of you who were on it.

And not going home probably won't be too huge a problem for me.

[beautifulspaceraptor]

I worked as an engineer onboard. Honestly, it was an unreliable piece of garbage with the Ingress crapping out every other month, but I'm still pissed that it crashed after all that hard work trying to keep it running.

[ Seriously. 8 months of work down the drain. ]

You have a bad home universe situation too?

[sightsset]

Condolences for the lost work. Sounds like you really put yourself into it.

War, military life, it seems it's pretty universal quality across the board here. Let's just say I'm not gonna be gunning to run back into anybody's waiting arms.

[It would be 100% true if he could confirm his sister's safety.]

[beautifulspaceraptor]

It was that or we got turned into glass again. Or some other form of random, bizarre and horrible crisis.

[ Because that happened. ]

Well, if nothing else, staying in this universe is currently the only option anyways.