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Hi, guys! Okay, so, I got a present the other day, and it gave me an idea — a really good one, if I do say so myself — and I think— okay, I need to sort of introduce you to it a little bit first, just hang tight. How many of you have heard ooof... tabletop?

[ He holds up a big rule book; STRAP IN, FOLKS, IT'S ABOUT TO GET CRUNK IN HERE. ]

It's called 'Bunkers and Badasses' and it's a cool game for cool people, don't let anybody tell you otherwise. You pick the class you want to play in the party and their ability scores, and you go on an adventure and fight monsters and roll dice to see how successful you are! And, you know, I was thinking, it's not like there's a lot of fun stuff to do around here, and we're probably going to be here a while, sooo... anyone up for an exciting game of B&B? It has to be a small group so not everyone can play, but maybe if it goes well we can do it again sometime?

So, uh, let me know if you're interested, and. I... really hope someone is interested.
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[The video feed turns on, and there is one giant eyeball, staring right at the screen. Woah, maybe someone put the magic jewelry communicator too close to their face?

Wrong.

Even as the individual pulls back from the communicator, it's still just one eyeball. In fact, it's the only feature on said individual's face- because it's his entire face. His whole head is just an eyeball, with a helmet placed on top.

A little quietly, he talks to himself;
]

I don't think I know anyone here… Or that anyone here knows me…

[He rubs his eyeball-face for a moment, and sighs. If it's possible for someone with just an eye to look angry and upset, he's certainly managing it well. And now, with his voice speaking at a more proper volume:]

I understand that I have been kidnapped. I understand that there is supposedly no escape, etceteras.

That isn't a problem. What is a problem is that somewhere, maybe in a galaxy far, far away… Lord Hater is completely unsupervised!!

If this ALASTAIR organization is dedicated to protecting anything at all, then I need to be returned to where I was taken from immediately! He is a completely unstoppable force of mayhem and destruction! He blows up moons when emotional! He is unrelentingly evil and powerful! And I, Commander Peepers, am the only one capable of making sure he doesn't just randomly land on a planet and conquer it's civilians, forcing them into submission and slavery!

[This is certainly one way to describe what happens.]

It is imperative that I find a way to return- with or without ALASTAIR being the one to do it!

And so, I am looking for…

[And at this next word he knows he has to say, he nearly upchucks before saying it.]

Helpful and … nice people to help me construct a ship.

If you have any expertise in this, respond!

[Ahem.]

…Thank you.