In the year 2154, Y685-Cora‘s one of a fleet of identical cargo ships, each modified to be able to address any need: human passengers, giant shipping containers of medicine, livestock. Originally, the plan was for a high-end line of freighters, each dozen or so outfitted specifically for a purpose, but the funder, Antebank Industries, fell short, leaving Dockers 88 with a few, partially ready ships and a whole bunch of useless skeletons.
Piecing bits together, they became the 34th most reliable means of travel or transport. With times continuing to be tight, most of the administration has been too busy to notice that individual Y captains have been stripping modifications for market price and taking on several jobs at once. Livestock kept next to the citizens’ of Nome’s supply of winter apparel. They’ll smell like donkey’s ass, but they’ll be warm. And it’s a chance to get paid twice as much.
So it’s not to much of anyone’s surprise when a Y breaks down on its route. But when crew and passengers are ejected from their stasis pods into a dark, silent, ship, it might be something else.
Notes: This is a sci-fi/horror game. You can die.
My preference is for long (paragraph, preferably more) moves and BGs with some meat to them. All the better for me to fuck with your heads– ahem. NSFW. Custom cards acceptable so long as they follow the tone of the pre-mades.
You must have and provide a way to communicate with the narrator privately: email, IM, or other. Narrator: email@example.com.
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License: Community License