Wandering the back-side of the universe isn’t for the faint of heart. All that trudging about in endless messes of hardware and basking in the eerie glow of randomly placed indicator leds can take its toll, even on the best of days. What one really needs is a bit of practical knowledge and a lot of patience for those stuck there with you. After all, it’s an incredibly thankless job, making sure all those components are set properly, draining over-juiced capacitors, and buffing the bejeebuz out of all those dirty, dirty connection points. If we ever find out who’s giving the orders, we’re gonna hunt him down an punch him square in the gob. In the meantime, chin up boys.

It strikes one as a rather curious, though, that way out here in the deepest backwaters of this cryptic machine we haven’t yet stumbled across anyone else. It’s quiet. Too quiet. (Insert fart joke here.) No. Really freaking quiet. Just the hum of the juice and the occasional ping of something in the far off distance falling through the tangled circuits. It’s enough to mess you up.

This is a non-story pilot panel | Originally Posted 2010-03-21