The Dark Age

Approximately 1000 hours ago my ISP spectacularly failed whilst I was deep in a class 3 wormhole snooping for Sleeper sites. Stranded in hostile space there was no choice but to melt into the void, for now.

But all is not lost as I have a loyal engineer en-route to my vessel, the cloak now severely deteriorating my sense of being, It took my crew 50 hours to fashion a garbled message into the core systems to request assistance from an ally. I have been assured that this engineer will meet me at the predetermined location within the wormhole to repair my vessel; the previous attempt assumed astray.

Once repairs have been completed I will return to the daily grind of grinding grumbling gamers in the virtual void. Did you miss me?