> SUPPLY LEVELS
> RATIONS
> FOOD 91 DAYS
> WATER 94 DAYS
> SHIP
> FUEL 94 DAYS
> COOLANT ?$?%^#? DAYS
> POWER 94 DAYS
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Hello. My first time writing a log. I regret to inform
you that it may be my last.
There's quite a bit of blood. A concerning amount.
I have discovered that I really do not like the
smell of burning human flesh.
I don't have a method of alerting the rest of my
crew on the other side of the ship. I've tried to
call out, but they're too far to hear me. I'm
praying that this message will reach them, too.
I knew I shouldn't have left my com on my desk today.
I'm sure they'll find me eventually, but I just hope
it won't be too late. My vision is getting swimmy.
There was a coolant spill when I got to the engine room.
It was still leaking when i got here. I managed to seal
the hole at my own expense; in my panic to preserve our
supply I apparently forgot that this shit burns. The
result is not pretty. And, if my memory serves me correctly,
if enough coolant seeps into one's skin, it can be
borderline toxic.
I'm kinda fucked huh. Was nice knowing you all. At least if
I die they'll have my last words here.
EVIE- you're the best captain I could ever ask for.
SIREN- you always make me laugh.
HOUND- there is no one more caring than you.
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