now normally missing a train is seen as an inconvenience to your day to day life as it could lead you to miss an appointment or be late to work in which case you might get fired. But in rare cases, missing your train may be a good thing. In some cases, it may be simple as not being scheduled for your appointment or work or something much more dramatic and slightly ironic as the train derailing and erupting into a raging inferno. Inferno means raging fire such as the one that engulfed the Baudelaire mansion.
Ideas for characters you can date in a sci-fi dating sim
- goo that likes to form geometric shapes
- a three meter tall bird
- the ship itself that turns into a giant robot
- genetically engineered uplifted creature (possibly some sort of hybrid)
- a plant
As you gently trace the edges and corners of ze’s geometric planes, they quiver, the motion sending ripples through them, like jello left near a booming speaker.
You have never heard the Captain so angry, her voice rising into the whistle of a teakettle left to boil for too long, her feathers ruffled into disarray and her brilliantly red quills hiked up high to frame her face. “Full power to the forwards shields!” She cries, talons gripping the console before her. “Ready engines, on my mark, we ram their ship!”
You have only seen the Queen before in holo-vids, a terrifying figure upon a battlefield in full war-armor, and she is no less intimidating in the quiet calm of the royal court. Her blue fur ticked silver and white, she moves slowly, gracefully, draping herself over the cushions embroidered with gold and synthmetal, mane falling in lazy waves about her shoulders. “Apprrrrroach.” She purrs, a low rumble deep in her chest. “You have done me a grrrreat favorrr, human…”
“Ugh, please. Do not compare us to that overgrown mold.” They hiss, rising up from the puddle of their body like a serpent, sensory patches glowing a harsh red in the dim light of their quarters. “One nonsolid species is hardly comparable with another. They are nothing but suspension and slime. We are perfect liquid.”
“His name is Void Dancer.” The Captain tells you, as you watch the Ship stretching on the landing pad, flexing all four of his slender arms as the technicians and engineers move about him upon their hovering platforms, scraping space barnacles off his plating and polishing scuffs from tiny bits of interstellar refuse and micro-asteroids. “He can be…affectionate.”
“I’ve worked on Ships before.” You remind her. “They mean well, don’t they? They just want to protect their residents.”
“They do.” She sighs. “Whether or not it’s at the sacrifice of their own wellbeing.”
(@chromiatfp its ya boy.)
I’m adding more characters cause this needs to be a game
