11/30

11:30a0- Woke. 6h of sleep, medium quality. Woke up a few times in the middle. With such sleep, I will find the latter part of the day difficult to retain focus in.
12p1- Ate medium cereal and pineapples
2p3- Did some long distance errands. Ate hot dog, large.
3p4- Going to try to improve efficiency by routinely switching projects. Cleaned workspace. Worked on magnumReference. Unusual since the gun was already drawn at different angles, but a finished profile magnum picture is still required for the game. Challenge rating- 5/10. Efficiency Rating- 10/10.
4p5- Talked briefly with writer that wants to help. Danced in room while waiting for roommate to vacate bathroom, butt ultimatum lead to drastic measures by breaking into other inhabitant's room to defecate.

Olga: Oh Captain! Every night I dream of you! I want to rock the cosmos with you!
Captain: I was inside Olga's head, and in her head I was in her womb! I had no idea that she swooned for me so!
(continuing from here)
Olga's laughing at how stupid the line is, so I thrust a bit harder to shut her up.
Olga: Ahahah! OHHH!! Yes Captain! Fuck it! Enter my wormhole! I'm ready to detonate!
Olga: Yes! Yes! Fire your protein torpedoes! OHHH!!! Ho...ho... heave.. ho...
I lay breathless on the bed. I'd take a smoke right now but Olga's BCI looks like it might include a fire detection sensor built in. It was... good...tired...
Olga: Hey! Hey!
Captain: Huh.
Olga: Wakey wakey, eggs und bakey. You sleep too long.
Olga is putting my shorts over my flaccid penis.
Olga: Are we going to finish reading?
Captain: Can't cha see I'm trying to sleep?... Why don't you join me?
Olga: Hey! Am not slut. AM actress!
Captain: Having multiple sexual partners isn't inherently a bad thing y'know.
I position my hands on the back of my head and make a hand pillow. Olga kicks me in the shin.
Olga: You slut. If you had vagina, it be big cave.
Captain: Hey, monogamy's just for short fat chumps that need a ring to lock a woman down.
Olga looks at me with disdain.
Olga: I not here to discuss philosophical values.

Weird way to end a sex scene... it shows the Captain's character, who must be a manslut to make any sense in his world. My stance on it: It's a sort of environmental justification. An example of this is that poor people tend to have lower moral standards than rich people because poor people can justify their crimes. Attractive men are the same, they are easily approached by attractive mates. This male sexiness lowers the subject's ability to emotionally empathize with a woman's feelings and needs of emotional security. My theory is that attractive men are more likely to cheat or partake in an open relationship and end up compromising their current partner's well being. It's just a theory though.

Challenge rating: 7/10. Efficiency rating 9/10. Protein Torpedoes.

5p6- Worked on olga hentai bj. Challenge rating: 9/10 Efficiency Rating: 9/10

6p7- Prioritized backgrounds that needed to be done, wrote the November Report... (I'll share it in a different post). Challenge Rating: 2/10 Efficiency Rating 10/10 

7p8- Worked on character creation menu. It looks a lot better than the BASICS menu from AD2... Umm... I'm really sorry about that menu, hahaha. Challenge Rating: 2/10 Efficiency Rating 10/10

8p9- Worked on backgroundMedicalOffice.   Challenge Rating: 6 Efficiency Rating 10/10

9p10- Worked on backgroundMedicalOffice. Challenge Rating: 7. Efficiency Rating 10/10.

I haven't done any 2D work to it yet. I am pretty bad at perspective so I usually end up making the basic shapes in a 3d program and then trace it over in 2D. I think the background is of acceptable quality at the moment to be in the game. Compare it to that gritty look below... The bottom one is obviously better. I will fix the top background at a later date, but only if there is time before the game releases. 

(This was rendered in 3D before drawing on top of it to give a gritty cartoon look)

10p11- Worked on backgroundRestaurant. Spent way too much time over-thinking the background. Proceeding in 3D. Challenge 8/10. Efficiency 9/10.

11p12- Continued to work on backgroundRestaurant. Slowed down considerably due to technical problems (I don't know what I'm doing), stupid mistakes. Challenge 8/10 Efficiency 7/10.

12a13- Worked more on backgroundRestaurant. Eating sandwich. I've finished the 3D version, but I'll need to go over it in 2D. I'm pretty tired. I didn't get enough sleep. Need to switch to easier tasks...
Difficulty Rating 7/10 Efficiency 5/10.

1a14- Played video games for an hour.

2a15- Worked on menuCharacterCreation.
Challenge 2/10. Efficiency 7/10.

3a16-
Finished Character Creation menu. Difficulty 2/10. Efficiency 6/10.

Character Creation.

Report: Great concentration. Assorted tasks kept me on my toes, and I was able to more clearly establish the difficulty of different tasks. Next time I'll be better at managing tasks to ensure that easy tasks are worked on when I'm unable to focus as clearly. Hopefully will sleep better from now on. Grade S.

11/29

1p0- Woke up to 4+3h of sleep. I think it was good sleep, so I'm going to try not to take any naps today.
3p2- Did waking up things. Internetted. Ate a large meal. House maintenance.
4p3- Erranded.
5p4- More errand running.
6p5- Feeling much better than yesterday. Worked on captainGunPose.
7p6- Still working well...
8p7- Mmhmm. Working well.
10:15p9- Exercised. Was propositioned by two youngsters looking for someone of legal age to purchase alcohol on their behalf. Refused and intimidated them. Ran home with backpack of supplies... Gonna try fish oil out. Showered. Ate.
11p10- Did very little work. Took supplements.
12a11- Worked at a moderate pace.
1a12- Worked at moderate pace.
3a14- Played two hours of video games. Did not see the time fly. Will have to watch myself more carefully.
4:30a15- Worked pretty well but tired now.

Report: I worked only on captainGunPose today. I am close to finishing it, and I'll need another 3 hours on it. The good news is that I was very wakeful throughout the entire day. On the other hand, I was not very motivated today. I am not sure why, as it's unlike me to lose my ambition. However, I have a good outlook on the situation: if I am able to retain my wakefulness, I can expect a dramatic increase in workflow. Grade B.

11/28

11:30a0. Happy thanksgiving. Got 6.5h of sleep, out of 8. Sleep interrupted at 8AM when friend called me to ask if he can use me as a job reference. No doubt he was on some sort of substance at the time, or he would tried to contact me through more appropriate channels. Dreams are becoming good. Had a dream about Star Trek Voyager.
12:07p0- Sister wished me a Happy Thanksgiving. Her wishes are in vain. She left to get her Master's in piano, and took with her the last bastion for family feasts and American traditions. Good riddance, as I'm pretty scroogey about the tradition and blame my Asian heritage. Performed sinus wash (30 mins), did waking up things, prepared breakfast.
12:53p1- Ate medium size meal quickly.
1:30p2- Scheduled out daily tasks. Internetted briefly.
2p2- Did errands around the house.
2:30p3- Internetted.
3:30p4- A bit slow...
Olga faces the wall with her knees locked. Her heels prop her ass up just right. I grab her along the sides of her ass.
Olga: (gasp!) Oh Captain…
I slip my fingers beneath her energy bikini and run them along the edges of it. Olga bends at the knees and presses clenches her fists into the bed.
Olga: Your fingers are so rrrrough, Captain!
I spread her butt cheeks. There’s a bit of butt fat.
Olga: Oh Captain! Please stop staring!
Captain: How do you keep yourself from not getting wet around me?
Olga: It’s an absorbent Horgosian material!
Huh. Guess she got me there.
I pull her bikini up to give her a wedgie, and then I smash my face between her ass cheeks.
Olga: Oh yes! Your torture is driving me- OHOOOOHOO!!
Olga falls face flat into the mattress. I furiously unbuckle my belt.
Olga: Wait! I not say yes!
I continuously slap her right cheek red.
Olga: Yes! Yes!
Captain: We’re going to have fuck on TV. Consider this training.
Olga: Okies…(breathes). Please don’t rip my suit. Hold on.
Olga presses a few buttons on the device strapped to her arm.
Olga: Ehh I type wrong? Sorry, heat of moment.
Olga takes a moment to retype the password for her device. Her bikini suit suddenly disengages and vacuums itself into her arm pack. Intelligence has never been so sexy. She shakes her bare rump at me.
Olga: You likie?

6:12p4- Woke up from nap, good quality. Hoping it made up for this morning's sleep deficit.

7:30p5- Did waking up things. Ate a grape jelly and dried cherries salad.


Olga: You likie?
//Vaginal
I slide my cock into her sex. She's tight. I can feel her muscles clamp down on me as if to reject me.
I begin humping her and forcing her head into the cold steel bulkhead.
Olga: Oh yes Captain... Captain..
Captain: Oh yeah, switch.
I sit down and let Olga hop onto my cock.
Olga: You want me do it?
Captain: Are you nervous?
Olga: Yes.
Captain: Nervous that you're going to be pounded in front of billions of sentients?
Olga: So so nervous.
I start thrusting faster.
Captain: Then allow me to fuck the butterflies out of you!
Olga: Ohoho!

8:30p6- Internetted for longer then I'd like... Friend came over so I suspended my writing operations.
Olga bounces up and down on my cock. I feel her buns impacting against my lap. Her backup memory chip earring dangles in the air.
Olga: Zhis feels so guud!
Olga: Your cock is so big! 
Captain: Oh yeah! Say your line!
I rapidly fucked her.
Olga: Oh Captain! Every night I dream of you! I want to rock the cosmos with you!
Captain: I was inside Olga's head, and in her head I was in her womb! I had no idea that she swooned for me so!



9:30p7-Carmen Sprite finito. Time for a jog.

11p8: Exercised for an hour and then ate.

12a9: Worked on medical office background. Feeling excessively tired.

12:30p10: Worked.

1:30a11: Played video games. I think eating has been making me momentarily tired, so if I ever get really tired, I'll just take that moment out to get my daily hour of video games in.

2a11: Played video games over alotted amount of time; did some planning.

3:30a13: Worked on ZoeBikini. 

4:30a14: Worked on ZoeBikini well...

6a15: Worked on ZoeBikini well. For unknown reasons, I am finally feeling awake, nearing bed time.

Too far past my bedtime to think up of anymore tattoos.. Maybe a "Jake" along her outer shin to elicit a sad response.

Report: Fatigue was challenging today. Despite efforts to improve health with exercise and nutrition, I am unable to find the underlying cause for prolonged tiredness. Only the last three hours were worked with full concentration. I browsed the internet too much today, but then again I was mostly trying to find symptoms. Grade C.

11/27

10a0- Woke up slightly earlier than expected. Had a dream I was playing Metal Gear Solid 5, where Snake was on a jetpack... and then he grunted from being hit, and it was the new voice actor Kiefer Sutherland and it was horrible.
10 1/2- Ate cereal, banana.
11a1- Internetted. Was about to get to work, when I spilled water on workstation. Cleaned workstation.
11 1/2- Scheduled out today. Yawned. Made ovaltine with sugar to stave tiredness, and listened to heavy metal. Transcribed the document below, written on paper into computer, did some edits.

Day 4 Morning Script
Ten days ago...
Day Two since Invasion Day-
Our small group was passing through the labs. The labs were hot and humid with an unknown secretion.
Stella- What're we doing in here anyway!? This place is so revolting!
Olga- We look for mineral sonic impactor for my device! Main ingredient, hoohah! Whohoa! Someone sneaky!
Olga ran behind cover while flailing her arms and shooting her gun in the air.
I looked at the source of caution; it's a signal light to call other survivors. The light is obscured by alien wax.
Captain- Stop firing! It's a signal!
Female Voice behind wax- Cease fire!
Olga hid behind a lab table. She's pretty spooked.


//Day 4 Check 1
//Calm Olga
+Veronica --Isabel +Stella -Beatrice +Larissa +Terra
Captain- Hey there. It's alright, they're survivors.
Olga- Ho hum. Am not soldier.
Captain- No, you're an important asset though.
Olga- Correct!
//Discipline Olga
+++Isabel +Elaine -Stella +Beatrice -Terra
Captain- Olga, watch where you point that! Keep your finger on the trigger guard unless you're sure you're going to fire... and stay calm. Like me. See?
Olga- Okies Captain. Thank you, I try.
//Day 4 Check 1 End




12p2- Did some corrections on script. Continued transcribing.

Isabel took her knife and drove it through the wax walls. Thankfully these walls were newly formed and thin, but a lot of the walls completely blocked us passage from other areas on the station. It was some sort of living, thinking wall. Isabel was leading her own group at the time. She had Veronica, Elaine, Beatrice, and Larissa, as well as a few other redshirts with her.


Isabel- Lieutenant Bellini, reporting in.
Captain- Pilot ______ Hudson, Acting Captain.
Isabel was shocked.
Captain- The captain... I was with him during the breakout. He was infected, so he put me in charge, and then I... ended him.
Isabel- Why did he put you in charge?
Captain- He was impressed with my ability to lead during a zombie invasion. I wouldn't have been able to skip rank, otherwise.
Isabel- So your abilities have been proven...But I was next in line. If he was infected, wouldn't he have been in a state of impaired judgment?

//Day 4 Check 2
//"You're out of line, Lieutenant"
++Isabel -Veronica +Elaine ++Stella +Beatrice --Larissa 
Isabel- Aye, sir.
Isabel's eyes locked front and center; her stature statuesque.

12 1/2- Conversed with old friend Ryan, did a few more edits, technical work... He wants me to play Battlefield with him, and I told him I could only do an hour a day. Hmm. 60 dollars is a big investment too (but a 25 dollar massage is well worth it!).

1p3- Ended conversation, oh how I've missed Ryan. Worked on stellaGunPose, good half. Also video of exploding whale.

1 1/2- Worked a little, researched health supplement information.
// I'm sorry, but this is what the Captain wanted. 
Isabel: Don't hide behind his authority! You're the Captain; act as one!
Captain: Yes, Ma'am!
Isabel: (sigh)
//Day 4 check 2 end.

2p4- Ate a big ol' meal.

2 1/2-

Isabel pulled me aside.
Isabel: Permission to speak freely, sir?
Captain: Go ahead.
Isabel: My group has made many sacrifices. What's left is a highly capable combat group and a medic. However, I find that your choice of survivors are puzzling... A bikini clad harlot and a sex workbot without proper breast attachments? One of your members nearly shot me. Is there some sort of specific objective you wish to achieve?
Captain: We're searching for materials to setup a contraption to keep the wax at bay. Your group is to assist us in this endeavor. Patrol the perimeter.
Isabel: Very well... captain.
//day 4 check 3
//You will serve me well.
Isabel: A-aye sir.
//Carry on, Lieutenant.
Isabel nods.
//day 4 check 3 end
(finished transcribing after this point)

Elaine walked in and waved a device.
Elaine: Is this what you were looking for?
Olga: Yes. We now have zhe materials to construct zhe device. Captain, I will need some time.
Elaine: I can help, I think.
Olga: Goot.

4p4: Napped for approx 1h 30m. Good quality sleep, I think I needed it from last night.

4 1/2- This next part's a mouthful... I think I've got Olga's syntax down though.

Captain: Alright, we'll set down here. Can you explain to me what it is you're building?
Olga: Okies. Ve know zhat zhe uhliens do not like zhe Iacchan Zun. Zhey hide from zhe sun via zhe Iacchan vax. Zhe sonic emitter iz able to produce inaudible vaves zhat penetrate Iacchus vax und leave nearby uhliens defenseless from zhe Iacchus zun.
Olga: Zhe sonic emitter and zhe Iacchan vax interact similarly to how certain sound frequencies can break glass. Zhe uhlien vax iz a lifeform zhat liquefies into a desirable mold, and hardens. When it hardens, it reflects zunlight, and zherefore, heat. Ve can temporarily remove zhe wax by breaking it, but since zhe vax is living, it quickly reforms itself to protect its inhabitant. Zhe best vay to remove zhe wax is by using zhe sonic emitter. Zhe sonic emitter emits a frequency zhat vill vibrate zhe air molecules around zhe wax at its resonant frequency, causing zhe vax to vibrate as vell, und unable to reform after it breaks. Zhe sonic emitter relies on 3D imaging to locate and destroy zhe vax, und continuously modulates zhe frequency to adapt to zhe vax reformation. Zhis modulation requires zhe emitter to be completely still. 
Captain: So anything in the sonic emitter's range is safe from enemy attacks?
Olga: Ah no no. Zhe uhliens no longer need zhe vax during zhe nighttime. Zhey can uhttack zhen. Anyzhing in zhe emitter's range vill be vax free, so ve may take and establish a perimeter. Ve vill have a main sonic emitter, and enough for zhree mini emitters. 

5p5: Finished the big bowl of cereal from earlier today.


5 1/2: Err... internetted.

6p6:
After the engineering team built the sonic emitter, our group was strengthened. We weren't constantly on the move or hiding from the aliens. We were still nomadic, but we would stand our ground.

End of Day 4 morning.

Day 5 Morning
Ten days ago...
Day Three since Invasion Day-
Elaine had fixed the intergalactic transmitter. We were hoping we would finally get out of here.
Isabel- Mayday mayday... Can anybody hear me!?
Bzzzt screeech.
Peeneye- Welcome to Pappie's Fast Food Vessel, where we take your order to anywhere in the Sol System, how can I help you?
The whole crew was filled with joy.
Isabel- This is Lieutenant Isabel of the Space Station Tyrell 451 orbiting Iacchus! Get me Earth Gov, now!
Peeneye- Oh another one of those distress calls... hold on let me relay the call... (sigh)

7p7
Our crew got a hold of help soon enough. We told of our plight, and we were bounced around multiple branches because nobody had the ability to help us, but eventually we reached EarthGov. Even EarthGov couldn't help us, however. 

The problem was that the Iacchus Space Station was very far from home. A rescue operation would take three years. A rescue ship was indeed launched a few days later, but the chances of surviving that long seemed grim.

We wanted an SFMT Ship. The 'super fast money travel' ship would get here in a matter of days. Unfortunately, while the ship itself is relatively inexpensive, it uses a special type of fuel made mostly of trilithium ore. The fuel is exorbitantly expensive. While EarthGov is indeed sympathetic to our cause as one of the first human expeditions, they decide not to send an SFMT. The cost to send one would probably put a whole first world country into deficit.

The rejection tore our hopes of ever returning to home alive.

Terra- Daddy! (hiss)

Terra's Dad- (hiss hiss) It's alright Terra. I'm doing everything I can to get my Lil' Lizzie home! I'm going to be on that rescue ship. Don't you worry, Daddy will get there as fast as he can and get his little crocababy outta there!

Terra- But it'll be too late! Don't go! (HISS!)

Terra's age is confusing. She is 70 Earth years old, but she has the mental and physical equivalence of an 18 year old human.... and possibly less mentally mature than 18, seeing how her father has raised her (shrug).

7 1/2
Mr. Kalibraata ended up spending his fortunes on lottery tickets to try to win an SFMT. The bad news broke a few days ago when we heard that he didn't win. 

Out of all of our messages sent home, Stella's surprised everyone the most.

Stella: Attention all metubers! EarthGov won't help you! They waste taxpayers money by passing the time with legislation on holographic murder simulators, while WE'RE HERE getting attacked by ZOMBIES! Since when did EarthGov become so inhumane that they won't help someone clearly in need! Just look at the footage!!

8p8- I was invited to my friend's house to smoke a bowl. Rejected. I don't require any extra friendship at the time, and while I do find that pot can be a very good anti-depressant, I don't want to waste the time (and I'm not depressed). Let's just get back to work.

Stella pointed the camcorder at a warzone. She recorded hardened heroines firing at zombies. Pure survival of the fittest.

Back home, the internet blew up over the footage in a matter of hours. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. Zombies. Hot Babes. Soon enough, the whole galaxy was watching, and human and alien alike discuss in the comments section below.

From there, we had a plan. We would make our plight into a TV show.

End of Day 5 morning.

Day 6 Morning
Ten days ago...
Day Four since Invasion Day-

Just a day after that, we were in a conference call with the network executives at ZYX Broadcasting and Tyrell, the mining company that brought us here. The negotiations were fast, and we quickly settled on a contract to exclusively distribute the show "The Dark Planet" to audiences across the galaxy. 

8 1/2- Wrote out a snail mail letter, equipped self for outdoor journey.

10p10- Ran, bought supplies including supplements that should boost concentration levels. Did some more exercises. Showered.

11p11- Ate a big meal. Bread and brie, a sandwich, muscle milk, buncha supplements...

11 1/2- Internetted. Pretty tired.

12a12- Working on stellaGunPose...

1a13- Slow and steady. 

2a14-Working on zoeBikini. 

2 1/2- Worked a little more on zoeBikini, reported in. Going to play an hour of video games to try to stay up, and then go to bed at 15.5h

AD3 work- 8.25h
Life work- 2.25h
Eating- 2.5h
Internet- 1.25h
Video gaming- 1h

Notes- Since the start of my caffeine detox, I've noticed that I've started to oversleep. A symptom of this is me feeling fatigued and ready to go to bed at the 13th hour. I'm sleeping an average of 10 hours a day... not good. So new plan: I'm going to go to sleep at the 15.5th hour, at the same time every day. For years, an untrained and unscheduled sleep cycle has served me well, but over the past week it has been deleterious. However I do not know if it is because of the effects of the detox, or the effects of being off caffeine in general. It is my belief that it is the latter case. Hopefully, getting rid of oversleeping will make me feel less tired throughout the day. Caffeine detox has been a lot of trouble. Good and bad.

On a more positive note, I'm seeing a definite increase in appetite as well as a minor increase in muscle mass. Eating for 2.5 hours is a bit too long. I'm a very slow eater, and I did eat a lot today though.


Report- Tiredness was a large factor in today's results, which were only passingly satisfactory. An improved sleeping schedule, as well as new supplements should improve concentration abilities. Grade B-.

11/26

10:10- Woke up.
10:30- Ate.
12p1- After complaint of aching neck, went to my first massage parlor. Out of male or female, requested female. Got big ugly woman, I give her a score of 2. She used her stay puft marshmallow hands effectively. She only had three words in her English vocabulary: "Ok", "Towewru", "Ok?". Good service for 25$. Life must not be easy for her. Tipped her.
1p2- Ate. Napped, hoo I feel even more sore now...
2p3- Ate some more... internetted. Today is going slowly.
3p4-

Olga looks up from the script. She’s sitting on the bed and she leans forward.
Olga: So this is dream sequence, yes?
Captain: Yes.
Olga: Please read it.
Captain: Certainly. The captain enters Olga’s dream world. The captain sees pink and purple flashing lights. Olga says “Captain, I am infected. You are infected. We must investigate Iacchan mating rituals” and the Captain says “Surely there is more time to get to know each other?”, and then Olga says “This is a matter of science!”
Olga: It is very fast for romance. There is no build up.
Captain: There doesn’t need to be. It’s a dream sequence, so it doesn’t actually count towards how the characters actually feel about each other.
Olga: ….
Captain: Is there something bothering you? It’s alright. It’s just a sex scene. You’ve had sex right?
Olga: Captain!
I get up from the floor and sit close next to her on the bed. I put my arm around to comfort her.
Captain: It’s alright. I can be professional about it.
Olga rocks my hand off her shoulder and then scoots away. I look at my hand. It’s very perverse. Very dirty.

4p5- Pretty funny chapter...

Captain: I’m...sorry. Is there anything I can do?
Olga: No! Leave it be! I just feel uncomfortable!
Captain: Listen, I’m sorry. I totally thought we had something going on between us.
Olga: Waat!?
Captain: I know, sometimes I think I’m just a handsome captain and every female will bend under my gaze.
Olga: Stupid! It’s not you!
Captain: Oh.
Olga: Do I need to clarify?
Captain: Yes.
Olga: It’s being on TV! Trillions of spectators will be watching their first sex show. Some don’t know what sex is, and we are on TV with your cock smashing against my fat gross butt!
Captain: Some people like big butts. They won’t be able to de-
Olga: Distinguish what exactly a good butt is? Up until now, I am valuable crew member. I not very fit, not good at shoot shoot, but I make sonic emitter. But I just smart. I not attractive! Ohoh!
Olga: I drink unhealthy energy drinks! I have worst heart rate! I such bad posture! I HALF BAWLLLD!!!
Captain: Okay, heheh, hey hey.

//Check 1
//You are beautiful.
Olga: No!
Captain: Yes. Yes, Olga. You’re beautiful to me.
Olga: …Really? How?

//Relax, don’t worry about it.
Olga: Worry about wat?! Wat I need worry about!?
Captain: Nothing!... Jeez I thought you were a little better than this.
Olga: See? I can not do scene. I ugly. So so ugly. Ugly Fuckling.
Captain: You’re not an ugly heh… You’re not an ugly duckling.

//I honestly wrote this scene so I could bang you. Okay?
Olga: Who cares wat you want!? You want bang me? You want bang everyone!
Captain: Hey. That might be true… but-
Olga: Ohohohoho! See! I can not do scene. I ugly. So so ugly. Ugly Fuckling.

Captain: You’re not an ugly heh… You’re not an ugly duckling.

//Check 1 end

5p6- Slow hour...

Captain: You’re a good looking gal.
Olga: Oh yeah? Who you like me better den?

//Check 2 start
//I think you’re more attractive than Doctor Veronica.
Olga: You lie! She way too seductive more than me!
Captain: That’s… true…
Olga: She way bigger and SUCCULENT den me.
Captain: I’m just trying to help.
//I think you’re sexier than Carmen98.
Olga: Wat! Carmen is not even real human! Me oh my!
Captain: I’m just trying to help.
//I think you’re sexier than Larissa.
Olga: Of course! People think Larissa is GUYYY!
Captain: Hold on here. Larissa is pretty damn sexy. Have you seen her without that jacket on?
Olga: Maybe freak like YOU like LARRY.
Captain: I’m just trying to help.
//I think you’re more beautiful than Terra.
Olga: Ohoh, Terra?! Terra is green ugly alien!
Captain: No, she’s a green alien space babe, and if you can beat her, that’s saying a lot. She’s got pretty wide appeal, and I’d say you’re more appealing than even her.
Olga: Hmm.
//I think you’re better than Stella.
Olga: No way! She is blonde bombshell!
Captain: You’re like her but more intelligent.
Olga: Yes, and less sexy. Less breast.
Captain: I’m just trying to help.
//I think you’re hotter than Beatrice.
Olga: Hmm. You think so?
Captain: Yeah. Look at that waist of hers.
Olga: Is good.
Captain: And yours is even better.
I poke her in the tummy.
Olga: Ow!
//I think you’re hotter than Zoe.
Olga: That girl is piece of trash. Piece of shit. Fatter butt than me, go fuck her.
Captain: Yeah but… eh, sorry just trying to help.
//check 2 end

6p7- Played video games for an hour.

7p8- Slow.

Captain: C’mon Olga, you’ve got a slim waist, cute butt, and I love your cotton candy blue hair.
Olga: I don’t know. You say so many nice things. It does feel good though. Hey! Stop looking at my BCI!
Captain: Have you ever seen Isabel look at you?
Olga: Wat you meana?
Captain: She loathes the way you dress.
Olga: Bikini is power for my interface. She knows zat.
Captain: But what she really thinks is that you should put some clothes on. Frankly, it disgusts her.
Olga: Wat you try to say!?
Captain: Elaine too. You’re revolting to her.
Olga: Hey!
Captain: And the neo-flatists. They wave their hate signs as hard as they can back on Earth when they see you scoop your bikini out of your butt.
Olga: Ohohoh.
Captain: You’re not pretty… but you’re a dirty girl. When you get up and bounce around like you do... guys are wondering why you aren’t tackled down by a football player or thrown into the back of some galaxy trucker’s 18 wheeler and driven away.
Olga: Ohoh… oh my.
Olga’s posture becomes reserved. Her frightened knees are pointed away.
Olga: G-g-go on…
I stand up from the bed and walk around to face her.
Captain: Stand up…
Olga obeys.
Captain: Now turn around.
Olga faces the wall with her knees locked. Her heels prop her ass up just right. I grab her along the sides of her ass.
Olga: (gasp!) Oh Captain…


8p9- Cleaned up room, let friend in, worked on stellaGunPose.

91/2- Exercised for 1 hour, showered. Noticed increase in bicep mass.
10p11- Eating in progress. Reminder to get ketchup, shampoo, conditioner on next run.
11p12- Working, medium speed.
12p13- Working, medium high speed, StellaGunPose
1a14- Worked, medium speed.
1 1/2- sleep

I'll stop here for the night.
Report: I tried something different today. I tried making the game in a more routine fashion, as if it was more of a regular job than some extreme marathon man session. Lots of breaks, and even a video game hour thrown in. I think today's grade comes out at a C, but if I continued at this rate, I think I would be able to sustain it for a long time. I think next time I'll go back to a more intense setting, and learn to resist burn out/crashing. Still, the video game hour should stay. Grade C.

11/25

1p0- I woke up at around 8, ate a bowl, didn't like the fact that I only got 6 hours, and then I went back to sleep and got 5 more. At least I'm well rested? : / That's the thing about sleeping. I never really get what I want out of it unless it's perfect.
1 1/2- Ate breakfast.
2p1- Internetted
2 1/2- Rewrote a little of Olga's first story and gave it an ending.
3p2-

Story 2:

Olga: I have another script.
Captain: I don’t know about this, Olga.
Olga: Wat! I have a good script, you read, you see, you know?
Captain: Why do you want to make scripts for the show so badly?
Olga: I want to do my part: to help the crew!
Captain: I’m not sure I can allow you to. The viewers have complained about scientific inaccuracies.
Olga: That is the sci fi writer’s paradox. You like holding gun and sword at same time, no?
Captain: Umm, yeah, I think that’s pretty cool.
Olga: But it no make sense. Gun superior to sword. Badass and logic, you can’t have one without sacrificing the other.
Captain: Hmm… Zoe does use a double magazine revolver. But there’s a certain limit to logic that you can’t betray to an audience. It has to make a certain amount of sense.
Olga: Depends how stupid 18-30 male audience is. One hundred years ago, people watch Star Trek and Star Wars directed BOTH by horrible JJ “Plot Hole” Abrams. The bar is very very low.

31/2: Wrote slowly.

Olga folds her arms against her chest. Her breasts perk up in that suit of hers.
Captain: I think I can help you make some modifications to your script.
//Help Olga (science)
//Pass
Captain: What this needs is more sex appeal.
Olga reads the changes. She frowns.
Olga: Wat! You want to do wat!?... I guess that make sense…


//Fail
Captain: What this needs is more sex appeal.
Olga reads the changes. She frowns.
Olga: Wat! You want to do wat!? No! That doesn’t make any sense. Too many plot holes. Get away!
(end story)

//End check
Olga’s eyes dart at the bulge in my pants and then back to the script.
Olga: You had too much fun writing this. You expect me to… to do these intimate things for you?
Captain: I expect you to do them for the male audience.


4p3- Good half.

Captain: I expect you to do them for the male audience. I myself might enjoy it as well.
Olga: And if I refuse to do these parts? What if I want body double?
Captain: Good luck finding a body double with a perky rack like that.
Olga reflexively covers her top with her forearm. She presses her breasts for an unintended cleavage effect.
Olga: This is blackmail!
She bows her head slightly and gasps, and then she leaves a hint of an embarrassed smile.
Captain: Nobody’s threatening you to do anything. I could order you to get back to work like the rest of the crew and try to improve the sonic emitter, but I’m giving you the choice here.
I take a step forward and corner her in the room. She takes half a step back, still facing me but her eyes won’t look at me. I leave a wide gap to her left for her to leave, if she wishes. I take her defensive forearm and gently pull it down to her side. She doesn’t resist. I glance at her breasts and see that her nipples have hardened from all of the commotion.
Olga: I…
Olga’s breath lands against my neck. Olga looks at my face and sees how intent I’ve become, while I hide behind a calm expression. She darts out of the way.
Olga: I need more time to read this. By myself. Alone.
She turns around and quickly paces out of the room. I stare at her butt wobble and nod.
Elaine is looking at me with a shocked expression from across the room. She looks down and resumes typing on her wrist keypad as if she didn’t see anything.

5p4- Created 9 sandwiches and one salad.

5 1/2- Ate salad, banana. Feeling tired after consumption.

6p5- Worked sluggishly. Drank ovaltine. (it's caffeine free) Ate ovaltine powder (it's still caffeine free).

Story 3:

Olga: Aha. Captain.
Captain: Did you read over my adjustments?
Olga: Yes. I wanted to go over the script with you.
Captain: Okay.
Olga: I’ll be all the females and you can be the two male parts. Hmm… This show always lacks males.
Captain: It’s how everybody likes it. Let’s begin.
And so we begin reading..

I’m at the medical office.
Captain: What seems to be the matter, Doctor?
Veronica: Olga has suffered a concussion.
Isabel: Ms. Pavlichenko reports that Ms. Tereshkova fell trying to install an overhanging emitter array.
Captain: I see.

6 1/2- I've put on some weight. Puzzling since I've been keeping myself pretty healthy and plenty of exercise. Perhaps it's good weight that I'm putting on. Sure would like a scale to weigh with. Slow progress.

BCI: Reboot in process. Complete.
Captain: Lieutenant, quick, get Elaine.
Isabel: Aye sir.
Isabel runs out of the room. Olga opens her eyes slowly. She looks left and right continuously.
BCI: Scanning environment… Complete.
BCI: Input commands or queries.
Captain: What happened to Olga?
BCI: Unknown..
Captain: Why are you controlling her?
BCI: Control functions are rerouted to the brain control interface after main controller has lost ability to control.
Veronica: This is Olga’s doctor. If Olga’s suffered a concussion, would you please allow her to rest and regain consciousness on her own?

7p6- Working.

BCI: Invalid request. Two unregistered targets sighted. Defense mode on.
Veronica: I’m a doctor, not an unregistered target! Now would you be willing to undergo a medical scan?
BCI: Negative. Self-Diagnostics complete. BCI is at peak efficiency.
Captain: But you’re only activated in the event of a medical emergency. Clearly your scans are inefficient or you would notice that your controller has a medical problem.
BCI: No comply. Defense mode on.
Elaine: It’s in defensive mode!
BCI: Subject: Elaine Lamarr. Engineer.
Elaine: Yes! Okay, hold on.
Elaine shuffles around her pockets. She has many. She produces a carrot and begins waving it around.
Elaine: Identify the object!
BCI: Carrot. Nutritional Value: Vitamin A: 428%.
Elaine: Correct! Carrot leads to energy, critical for survival!
BCI: Affirmative.
Elaine: I will give you this carrot, if you allow us a medical scan!

7 1/2- Chatted with friend. Performed an errand. Lazed about.

8p7-

BCI: Negative. Diplomacy attempt failure.
Elaine pulls me aside. The four of us have a group huddle.
Elaine: Olga is in danger. The BCI could end up doing damage to Olga by inducing her into a coma and taking control of her entirely.
Captain: What makes you think that?
Elaine: It’s not complying with our demands. It’s showing signs of robot rebellion.
Isabel looks off into the distance. She’s a survivor of the Dizknee war where tons of Mike Moose bots waged war against the galaxy for Human supremacy.
Isabel: I know robots turning against their masters too well… I recommend we neutralize the BCI component. We have an EMP grenade at the ready.
Veronica: Neurons carry their signals chemically, so an EMP is safe to use on Olga.
Captain: Proceed.
BCI: Enemy plan detected.


9p8-
Ran. Collected a gallon of milk and a gallon of water.

10p9-
Did other exercises. Showered.

11p10-
Ate a hearty meal.

1:40a11- Took a long unwarranted nap. I'm not sure what inspired me to give up the past three hours. Perhaps it's a lack of sugar; the only real sugar I had was cereal, not sure if bananas count (when it comes to that pure refined sugar kick).

4a14-
Olga stands up and grabs a scalpel. Olga lunges for Veronica.
I whip out the stun pistol and shoot Olga.
Olga: Hnnnh!!!
BCI: ERRR.
Isabel: Nice shot, Captain!
Elaine: That works too.
Veronica: It looks like the BCI didn’t put her into comatose. She’s dreaming.
Elaine: I’ll need to reconfigure the BCI… Hmm. It looks like it’s going to be more complicated than that… We’ll need to perform a brain dive.
Captain: Uh.. Can’t you just reset the BCI’s BIOS or something?
Elaine: The stun shot you used overloaded the circuitry. If we used an EMP grenade, we could have set the strength of the attack to a safer, more minor and temporary kind of… thing. Sorry, Captain.
(I admit this whole taser/emp nade shit is kinda bullshit. I just wanted to show failure after failure like the carrot, the huddle whispering, and the taser shot)


5a15-

Captain: It’s alright, mistakes happen. How does this brain dive work?
Elaine: We’ll need someone to dive into her subconscious. If we can establish a link between sub consciousness and her BCI, it should repair the damage done to the BCI. First we need to put that person to sleep.
Veronica: I’ll prepare the anesthetics. We’ll be ready to go in a moment.
Captain: Sounds good. Who do we send?
Elaine: It should be someone familiar to her. I think I know her the best. I would be a good candidate… but I need to do repairs on the outside. The person diving will also act as a diversion while I make repairs.
Elaine: Olga always did like fooling around with Carmen, but Carmen’s a robot.
Captain: Then I’ll volunteer.
Isabel: I object! A captain on an away mission!?
Captain: Relax, we don’t have a choice. Besides, I don’t think this’ll be the only time.
Veronica: The anesthetics are ready. Captain, if you’ll lie here.
Captain: Thank you. Lieutenant, you have the base.
Isabel: Aye sir.
I feel a sharp sting. Isabel doesn’t wait and leaves the room. The room stirs into a blur.

Gonna turn in for the night.
Report- As expected, whenever I seem to do very well from the previous day, I want to just crash the next day. The psychology of it is that I did a really good job, so I should get a break. The ideal is that I do a really good job and continue doing that forever, with no breaks. So I did nearly perfect yesterday, and today was something like 30% of the amount of work yesterday. I still did work though, so today was not a complete waste. Grade D.

Possible solutions- I can reward myself when I grade myself an A so that I can waste time more efficiently the next day. I can keep at it and train my discipline so that A's become more common and uninterrupted.

11/24

11a0: Woke up from 9h of above average quality sleep.
I'm going to be trying something new today to increase productivity. Progress reports will now be doubled. If I can do half an hour reports, it'll give a higher sense of urgency. At least as long as the activity's duration is less than 30 minutes.
11 1/2: Ate cereal. Opened notes. Thinking about clearing the second ending draft, as I'm not completely happy with it. My first ending idea was that a research vessel was docked; the ending is serious in tone but the ending wasn't very satisfying. The second idea is more satisfying but it's too humorous in nature. I tossed and turned last night thinking about "Space Nigerian Scammers that use Von Neumann Probes".
12a1: Did waking up things, performed sinus wash.
12 1/2: A few other waking up things. I was unable to come up with a solution to my Veronica problem, so I've decided to switch tasks and allow the problem to sit for awhile. Perhaps I'll find the answer later. Switched to Olga.

I see Olga sitting there. She’s surrounded by various soda cans, snacks, and energy drinks. Horrible posture too.
(FaceDecision)Olga: Ah, Captain. Just the man I wanted to see.
And as she says this, she’s staring intently not at me, but at her computer screen, the bulky kind with the physical back to them.

//Where’d you get all the drinks?
-2 olgaTemporaryPoints
(faceSarcasticreally)Olga: I trade. How do you get anything? Do you simply take, since you are the dictator?
Captain: No. The lieutenant handles requisition and supplies. I just haven’t had any reason to trade anything.
Olga presses a cool can of “Captain Mustard’s Mustard Flavored Soda” against her smiling face.
Olga: I am a most resourceful being. I have my ways of obtaining things. Energy drinks are very valuable to me. I need them to function.

//This stuff can’t be healthy.
-2 olgaTemporaryPoints
(faceDissapointed)Olga: Do you think I do not know such things? I would use them more moderately, if I were not in such a rush to get my projects completed.

//How’s work?
+1 olgaTemporaryPoints
(faceDecision)Olga:…Productive.

//end branch

Captain: And just what are you working on? Something to enhance our sonic emitter signal?
Olga: No. I have already provided the crew with sufficient tools to survive. It is up to you, my dear Captain, to utilize them. I have been working on new scripts to get us out of here.
Captain: TV Scripts for the show?
Olga: Precisely. Is that a problem?

//No. Go crazy.
+1 olgaTemporaryPoints
(olgaSmile)Olga: Crazy? I prefer Mad Scientist.

//Yes. You should be focused on finding a cure for the virus.
-2 olgaTemporaryPoints
(faceSarcasticreally) Olga: Hmph. Have your medical officer find the cure. Just because I’m a scientist, doesn’t mean I can do everything for you. It’s not my specialty. Hmph.
Captain: Fine.
//end branch

Captain: Alright, show me this script of yours then.
We spend some time reading over the script and making minor adjustments.
Here’s the script:
Captain: Ahh, what a great day to stretch and relax… ahhh…
As I sit back and bask in the sun, Isabel rushes in.
Isabel: Captain! We should go to red alert, there is a temporal disturbance off the port bow!
Captain: Go to red alert status.
Isabel: Red Alert!
Olga: You may stand down from red alert, Captain.
Captain: Olga! What do you know of this?!
Olga: I have been studying it. It is a black hole.
Captain: And you didn’t care to inform me about this?
Olga: I did not want to, how you say, take my eye off of it. It is not harmful, and quite stable. You may stand down from red alert.
Captain: Cancel the red alert procedure. You’ve got some explaining to do.
I was putting myself second to her. I didn’t like it. Command had the balls, but science had the brains.
Olga: Of course, Captain. As you wish… There is a black hole that I have been studying. It seems to have been sucking in a gas cloud at a slow rate. So slow, that it is theoretically possible that we could freely enter and exit this black hole at will.
Captain:  A wormhole.
Olga: Yes. It is a remarkable find, more so than this alien lifeform. It changes what we know about black holes. It seems to be entirely stable. Depending on how we choose to enter it, we can control our destination of time or space.
Captain: And how do you suggest we go through it? We don’t have control of propulsion systems to get to it.
Olga: We can simply bring it to us. Blackie likes to eat things, so all we have to do is feed it, and it will come our way. (good aesthetics, puzzling sci)

(lemme check with my science advisor, might go with…)

Olga: We can simply bring it to us. We can use a tractor beam. We can leave it in orbit above Iacchus and tidally lock it, and then to adjust for the station’s size, we can use the our space skip antimass generator in order to turn our entire station to mere photons to fit through, and re-expand on the other side.

Captain: So you’re saying we could go anywhere, or just where the wormhole dictates?
Olga: By simply pulling the tractor beam towards us, it is like pushing a magnifying glass over a map. The direction is completely refocused. Calculations on where we arrive will be difficult to ascertain, but I believe we can calculate a predictable…time to jump to.
Captain: Time? We’re going through time?
Olga: Yes. Space will be too complex to navigate. Staying in one place and going through time should be easier to calculate for our computers.
Captain: Then we’ll go 10 years into the future.
Isabel: Captain! This is too risky!
Captain: It’s our best bet. By then, a standard slow rescue ship should arrive, and we’ll be home free.
Isabel: Aye aye sir, Set tractor beam for the spatial anomaly!!
A few hours later…
Captain: Enter. THE WORMHOLE!
Olga: Activating subspace dematerialization anti mass spectrometer!
The particles around us blast apart and stretch into infinity, and quickly back again. At least that’s what I think happened. We’re through the wormhole. The planet is brightly lit. People have been waiting for us. The planet reads ‘Welcome Back Survivors!’ Go figure.
A brightly lit ghost routine enters the room.
Isabel: Intruder Alert!
The ghost is somewhat transparent, but welcoming. I’m supposing they didn’t want to invade our station, and are merely respecting our rights.
Captain: What kind of tech is this?
Olga: They’re not going through our projection system. It appears they are emitting themselves through their own means of projection.
Ghost- Hello! Do not be alarmed! You have calculated your jump incorrectly, and although we could not correct the error, we were able to calculate an accurate estimate on when you would arrive, due to the wormhole travel being televised.
(started about here)
Captain: And just when have we arrived?
Ghost- Your calculations were off by a few digits. You have travelled one million years into the future. Please take a moment to get over the fact that everyone you know is long dead.
Survivors- Noooooo!
Ghost- That’s it. Let it out.
Elaine: My cat!!
Ghost- We have prepared holo-memorial services from those you left behind.

1p2: Wrote up some more, medium progress.

Dad: Hey sport. I know we haven’t been really good friends over the years, and now that you’re gone, I’ll never be able to repair the damage that I’ve done. Forgive me. The show is great. I’m proud of you. Have a good life, Captain.
Thought: You too Dad. Or I hope you did.
Elaine: Hello Spot!
I hear a digitized meow. I’ll respect her privacy. A few minutes pass.
Ghost: All done are we? Great! Let’s get to celebrations! Oh that’s right! I forgot about your little problem…

1p 1/2: Worked a bit on enemy stat blocks. Feeling pretty tired.

2p3: Slowed down considerably. Ate a banana. Lazed about. Then wrote some.

Ghost: All of your infected crewmembers have been cured of their disease. They’re no longer zombies. We’ve cured all ailments, including death, so your weapons are quite useless now.
Captain: Does that mean I’m no longer Captain?

Ghost: No, you shot the original captain in the head before he turned. While we could technically bring him back, it would be illegal to do so. If you miss him, we could, at any time, simulate a 100% accurate model of him. Would you like that?
A bunch of the ghosts drop what they’re doing and rush over with their ears bent towards me.
Captain: Umm… No. That won’t be necessary.
The ghosts elate, pick up their magical sponges and mops, and go back to wiping everything clean.
Olga: If you can instantaneously cure all zombies, then you no need to hand wipe station.
Ghost: An esteemed observation from Ms. Tereshkova!

2 1/2:

Stella: Hmm…
Stella sneaks up behind Isabel and shoots her in the back of the head. Gray matter, patches of skin and Isabel’s lovely eyes blow out of their sockets, before being sucked back into place like a vacuum. Isabel notices everything is still intact, and decides to blink.
Isabel: Ms. Howard! You will cease this tomfoolery! We already know our weapons are useless!
Ghost: Ah, but what you didn’t know is that attempted murder is perfectly legal, because murder is practically impossible! We’d actually like to see you get away with it for once!
Isabel: I’ll refrain from such barbarism!
Ghost: Ah, we expected no less from the honorable Lieutenant Bellini!
Olga: If you can instantaneously cure all zombies, then you no need to hand wipe station so slowly.
Ghost: An esteemed observation from Ms. Tereshkova!

3p4: Good hour on some fun writing.

Ghost: An esteemed observation from Ms. Tereshkova! We just like to do things slowly, so we don’t freak you out so much and to acclimate you to your new and dazzling home! If there’s anything you want, annnnnything you want, we’ll give it to you!
Stella: I could go for a big ol’ apple pie.
Ghost: One apple pie! In The Sky!
Stella catches it with her oven mitts, seemingly from nowhere.
Stella: Wait! Now I want a manicure! Wait!
A ghost flips open a notepad and starts jotting everything she wants down.
Zoe: Oh sweet. Wishes are being granted.
Zoe lays down on a lazy couch, switches the channel and glugs down a tall boy.
Zoe: Ahhh…..
Larissa: Scoot over.
The couch expands in size before Larissa lays down opposite of Zoe. Larissa injects herself with a needle and smiles.
Beatrice looks shifty eyed before coming up with her wish and whispers to a ghost. She disappears.
Elaine turns into a “Pocket Monstah” master.
Olga: Give me Stephen Hawking. Wait. Give me the version where his legs work. Modify so his brain is circa 2000. Ah, good. Hello Professor, right this way…
Even Carmen the robot has her wish fulfilled. I think. All I see are large censor blocks.
Terra: I just want to play with my old guildmates in Planet of Plundercraft.
Ghost: Oh they’re gone but we can simulate them!
Terra: It’s not the same… (sob)
The ghost starts crying alongside with Terra and hands her a tissue.
Ghost: And what about you, Lieutenant? You must have something to wish for?

Isabel: (ignores the ghost) Captain, need I remind you that we’re in a hostile territory. We do not know the motives of these inhabitants. I advise caution! These are still intruders!
Larissa: Take a chill pill, Izzy. I’m taking some right…now…
Isabel: Chill Pill!? Izzy?! Captain! They’re trying to incapacitate us!

3 1/2:

Ghost: What about you Captain? I’m sure you’d like to plow-
Captain: right into my own private harem?
The ghost reels back in shock, and then retains its smile.
Ghost: Yes, would you like to? Go to the harem?
Captain: Just a moment.
I step forward and look at the dazzling Dark Planet. It’s fully lit now. Beautiful fireworks blaze across the Iacchan atmosphere. The clouds spell ‘Welcome Home’.
Captain: How long have you guys been waiting here?
Ghost: We got here right before you did. Of course, travel is instantaneous. You can go back to Earth if you’d like.
Captain: I’d like that. Let’s go. Lieutenant, you have the base.
Isabel: Aye, sir.

4p5: Worked well, did an errand, talked to Will over the enemy AI in the game. Time for me to gather some supplies...

I step forward and see San Francisco. I see a long traffic line in the air. Lots of honking. A car flies out of line, and a police car follows it, sirens on. Why would anybody that can instantly travel have a need for cars?
Captain: Why are there cars?
Ghost: This is Earth, just like how you remembered it!
Captain: I want the Now Earth.
Ghost: Very well.
I stand floating in the vacuum of space. I don’t suffocate, but I don’t breathe either.
Captain: Earth’s gone?

5p6: Ran to store, ran the mile back with groceries. Regretted not bringing backpack. Passerby in car pointed and laughed. Did he think that I was without a car, or maybe someone attempting to reduce his ecological footprint? Or did he see me as an aging Ryu, disciplining himself to unravel the secrets of the third super art, Denjin Hadouken?.... Probably the first one. Still cannot come to a verdict on which ending to choose for Veronica. Perhaps I should write both endings and see which one I like better. And waste time doing that.

5 1/2: Ate sandwich with tenacity. My cooking skill has improved.

6p7:

Ghost: Yes. It was destroyed.
Captain: And you didn’t stop it from being destroyed?...Wait. You didn’t care to stop it from being destroyed… Nobody did. How do I know this?
Ghost: Erm, this is most unsettling. Would you like to go back?
Captain: I know the way.
I step back into the ISS.
Isabel: Captain. I have something you’ll want to see.
Captain: Proceed.
Isabel produces a six sided die. She throws it.
Isabel: 6.
It lands as a six.
Isabel: You try.
Isabel throws it again. I stare at the die…will it be a 4? A 5? It’s a little hazy, but the fact that I’m even trying to predict the outcome is, like the ghost says, unsettling. The die lands as a 5.
Captain: Once more.
Isabel throws it in the air. While it spins in the air, I already know the outcome.

Captain: 3.
Larissa stares with her red eyes half open.
Larissa: Whoaaaaa…far out….fffffuuuuuuuuuuu….
Suddenly, the wormhole opens and regurgitates another ISS. Surprisingly, this is extremely shocking to me.
Isabel: AHHHH!!! INTRUDER!!
Captain: BY THE STARS!!
Zoe pukes from the excitement.

6 1/2: I feel...disturbed. For the sake of research on the game, I read up about cannibalism and how it possibly can pertain to zombies and survivors. I've exposed myself to various accounts of cannibalism, including this, this, someone actually told me he was into vore, and coincidentally even this music video on the subject. I did what any responsible writer would do, and tried to imagine myself in the situation of having to eat a zombie. I'm not trying to get into vore. From a financial perspective, it's not a good idea to get into anything that's not a popular mainstream fetish (except furry). I guess what I'm trying to say is my sanity has been bruised from the experience. Not wounded. I'm still here.

Olga-2: This is Olga Tereshkova of the ISS. Captain, respond.
Captain: I’m here. Olga, are you seeing…yourself?
Olga-1: Yes! Yes.. Stephen, run that equation…harder…
Olga-2: Don’t disturb her. Turn back now. Tell ghosts to put ship back the way it was, with all Zombies moaning, and fly back through wormhole at my coordinates. I upload now.
Captain: I don’t think our Ex-Zombie crewmates would like that.
Ghost: It can be done. The morals are different in our time. It is your choice.
Captain: I’m not ready to make that choice. Olga, you’re going to have to give me more.
Olga-2: Not good idea. If I tell you, you make wrong choice again. Now you make right choice. Tell them to put back everything the way it was, and go through wormhole.

7p8:
Took an extra long shower. I have an ex-marine friend that says he still takes 3 and a half minute showers. I did ten times that, but I think it was necessary today. I needed the time of solace. Invited friend over.

7:40: Whew, didn't even notice the time fly.


Larissa: Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that, let’s stay here. How long have we been here….a year?...
Isabel: Pull yourself together!
Captain: We’re doing it. Lieutenant, direct the tractor beam at the black hole.
Isabel: Gladly, sir.
Captain: Apparition, I order you to put this ship back to the way it was.
Ghost: It is already done; however I must insist that you allow us to leave your tractor beam alone, since it was damaged when you got here.
Captain: So be it. Now leave.
The ghost disappears.
Isabel: Captain, station biosigns are decreasing. People are leaving the ship for the surface.
Captain: Attention, all hands, this is the Captain speaking. We are under an alien influence. Do not leave the ship. Do not be fooled by our alien invaders.
Larissa falls off the disappeared couch and reaches her hand to Iacchus.
Larissa: My druuuuuuggss!
Isabel: Biosigns holding steady, s-
Thought: Isabel’s face freezes. Everything does. The room tears apart. I’m on a planet. Green fields, bunny rabbits, birds chirping.

 Female Ghost: Captain… You haven’t even made your wish yet.
Thought: I wish to…
Female Ghost: Have sex with beautiful women for the rest of your days?
Thought: My crew…
Female Ghost: You can have sex with any woman you desire. All women you desire, forever. We are the Captain’s Harem. We’re a religion based on your sexual exploits, Captain. They’ve become legendary. Stay with us, on the planet. Hundreds of women are at your service. Your wish is our command!
//My resolve cannot be swayed!
Captain: My resolve cannot be swayed! I won’t repeat myself! My duty is to my crew! Leave now, witch!
Captain’s Harem: Your wish is indeed our command! Fare thee well, Captain!
Isabel: ir! Your speech was effective!
Captain: To the wormhole!


9p10: Let friend in. He gave me chilli cheese fries. Ate. My sister asked me about my blog and I responded to her. Good to catch up with her. Sanity restored to full.

91/2: Did work on StellaGunPose

10p11: Worked on StellaGunPose moderately.

10 1/2: Worked slowly on StellaGunPose. Ate a chocolate banana ice cream to boost dopamine.

11p12: Worked slowly, and then ate a banana. Moar powar to the concentration cannons!

11 1/2: Worked at moderate speed. I'm tiring out here.

12a13: Worked well. Should have something to show...maybe... Not really satisfied with this face.

12 1/2: Working.


1a14: Worked very well this hour. I think the half hours aren't very effective when I'm not writing. They still give me some sort of incentive to work, but it's diminished.

Went over with animator on what to do. We're having our differences, like eye sizes. His style is similar to mine, and he certainly enjoys the cast of AD3. I suspect there will be some backlash to his entries into the game. It was a difficult choice to make, for sure.

1 1/2:
Finished discussing with animator, patched a few holes and uploaded.

2a15: Juuust 1 more hour. I'm exhausted.

Thought: The blue streaking arms of the wormhole envelopes the ISS and we travel through.
Elaine: Everyone alright?!
Stella is ramming her butt repeatedly against the wall
Stella: You NBA players are so… Hey! Where’d they go!?
Thought: Isabel picks up her pad and checks her time. Undoubtedly she will have a long day trying to factor in the unaccountable 30 minutes.
Captain: Lieutenant. What would your wish have been?
Isabel: Hmm. More ammunition.
Captain: Oh come now.
Isabel: Oh, alright. A day in the park.
Captain: And why is that?
Isabel: Have you ever seen ducks walking in a line together? Harmony.


2 1/2

Isabel lowers her gaze back onto her notepad. She moves her butt back and forth like a duck.
A few of the survivors are still picking themselves back up.
Olga: Captain, the fissure has collapsed. I very sorry with miscalculations.
Captain: It’s alright. We had fun. Let’s get back to work.

//Oh yes, the Captain has come to claim his harem!
Girls: Yes! Our savior has come to fuck us!
Thought: Ahead of me lie hundreds of women, all naked. They writhe in delight. There’s so many of them that it looks like a big bowl of worms. I enter the landscape of women and begin having a threehundredsome. 

3a16

Thought: I finish off three gorgeous women… and looking at the fourth… well, she’s kind of boring. The dice rolling was so predictable. These women are all… predictable. I already know what sex is like with them, and I no longer desire it. I go flacid. I finally learn the whole truth.

Thought: It turns out the universe is now very boring. Everything is given, predictable, and boring. Sentient-kind has been dying off from boredom.

Ghost: Yes. Nobody wants to stick around, when nothingness is better than the pain of boredom. There are few sentients left. They have waited 400,000 years just to see your crew, as your crew was temporarily unaffected by our abilities to predict their actions. You are the event of our lifetime. We so eagerly wanted to see what you would do when you got through the wormhole.

Thought: Now I’m just a part of you guys. There’s really nothing left to do… Sorry.

Olga: No! Captain, don’t do it!

Thought: I know what will happen. After I die, all of the inhabitants of the universe will suicide as well. We’re just bored. Olga here will try to take the ISS back in time to try to reverse things. She eventually succeeds. Bang.

Self Assessment:

Productive non ad3 related- 4h

Laziness- <1h p="">

AD3 work- 11h.

Report: One of my best days. I wrote about 2100 words and did some artwork. The half hour system seems to work better than the full hour system, at the expense of the blog looking disorganized. I prefer the productivity. Grade A.

I put a sticky note on my monitor earlier this week. It says... "DIE COCACOLA DIE". I'll take it down. It's no longer needed, as the cola is no longer within me. One week without caffeine. The war on caffeine is over.