Space. A big pit of nothingness where people try to find out exactly why they exist. Their place in space, if you prefer to call it that. After humans left their home planet thousands of years ago, mankind has spread throughout the galaxy. Plenty of them have found their said place in space. Adventurers still explore the universe, seeking out untold wonders, bringing home stories of their discoveries. Some have become space soldiers, people dedicated to fighting off hostile alien forces that seek to end mankind. Another batch have done the opposite, seeking to strengthen relations with other intelligent beings not human, learning new languages, religions, and secrets of the universe.
You are none of these exciting things whatsoever.
You have elected to scrape through the garbage that no one else bothers with. You have stooped to such a low level you are called upon to do trivial tasks that decent organics would consider just downright awful. You are a Space Intern. You fly through space on a dumpster-for-fecal-matter of a ship along with a band of suckers just as sad as yourself. Your captain is a jerk and does their best to make sure you along with your crew "earn" their menial paycheck after each job. You hope that one day, this will all pay off somehow. You delude yourself, though. Have you ever even heard of any Space Intern actually making a difference? The answer is no. No you haven't. Perhaps you hope to change that. Perhaps you will.
Or, who know, maybe you'll be one of the millions of corpses floating through space, only to float towards a star and be vaporized, with no one knowing the difference.
So there is a cynical rundown of my idea. Interested in doing oddjobs with a twist? message below. Any number of people are allowed in, but only one character per person. You don't have to be on ever single job. You may choose to remain on the ship and chat with others that chose to do so as well. Message at least once a week, and let me know whenever you're going to be unavailable if you can, please. No killing other people's characters and stuff. the usual rules for a kind of civilized roleplay.
You are none of these exciting things whatsoever.
You have elected to scrape through the garbage that no one else bothers with. You have stooped to such a low level you are called upon to do trivial tasks that decent organics would consider just downright awful. You are a Space Intern. You fly through space on a dumpster-for-fecal-matter of a ship along with a band of suckers just as sad as yourself. Your captain is a jerk and does their best to make sure you along with your crew "earn" their menial paycheck after each job. You hope that one day, this will all pay off somehow. You delude yourself, though. Have you ever even heard of any Space Intern actually making a difference? The answer is no. No you haven't. Perhaps you hope to change that. Perhaps you will.
Or, who know, maybe you'll be one of the millions of corpses floating through space, only to float towards a star and be vaporized, with no one knowing the difference.
So there is a cynical rundown of my idea. Interested in doing oddjobs with a twist? message below. Any number of people are allowed in, but only one character per person. You don't have to be on ever single job. You may choose to remain on the ship and chat with others that chose to do so as well. Message at least once a week, and let me know whenever you're going to be unavailable if you can, please. No killing other people's characters and stuff. the usual rules for a kind of civilized roleplay.
