First Contact: Revision history

3 February 2026

• curprev 19:0819:08, 3 February 2026 Lurker talk contribs m 40,590 bytes 0 Lurker moved page ''First Contact'' to First Contact
• curprev 19:0819:08, 3 February 2026 Lurker talk contribs m 40,590 bytes 0 Lurker moved page First Contact, Part 2.5 to ''First Contact''
• curprev 19:0119:01, 3 February 2026 Lurker talk contribs 40,590 bytes +28,927 Attempting to Merge

30 October 2025

• curprev 01:4301:43, 30 October 2025 Lurker talk contribs 11,663 bytes +11,663 Created page with "I'm floating down the main axis, letting the air current push me along. I'm feeling every one of my four hundred years. My left knee crunches each time I grasp a paw cable to push myself forward. I've only got four limbs, and my rear paws have had to pull a lot more weight, literally, compared to someone with his tail intact. I count my blessings that nobody can see how gray my muzzle has become thanks to my white fur. It's been 250 years since I last saw Iris and the..."
• curprev 01:4101:41, 30 October 2025 Lurker talk contribs 12,069 bytes +12,069 Created page with "We stand in silent awe for a moment. Sunshine is quietly weeping as the beeping continues. It seems to strain against the noise, a lonely soul crying out for someone, anyone, to respond. _Dah di dah dit, dah dah di dah. dah di dah dit, dah dah dih dah. dah di dah dit, dah dah di dah. Dah di dit, dit_. Stormlight flicks his tail, tuning the radio to a random frequency. For a moment the static resolves into an alien voice before fading back into the noise. "They're eati..."
• curprev 01:3101:31, 30 October 2025 Lurker talk contribs 10,447 bytes +10,447 Created page with "Iris plunges the metal poker into the liturgical bonfire as Lodestar concludes the final hymn, and another vespers comes to a close. Ringlight is off by himself as usual, staring into the offing as Focus hangs low over the water. I wish he'd at least be with us during liturgy. I guess he just doesn't have it in him anymore. Makes me ache a little inside. He used to be so devout. His faith was what kept the shadows at bay. Me and him, we both struggle with depression. I..."
• curprev 01:2801:28, 30 October 2025 Lurker talk contribs 6,378 bytes +6,378 Created page with "The golden rays of the westering sun soak into my fur, and I feel the warm sand under my palms erode as gentle waves lap at my paws. "How long have I been standing here?" I wonder. A whisper responds, "It doesn't matter. There is no before, no after. There is only now." "Where is this place again?" I think to myself. "It doesn't matter. There is no elsewhere. There is only here." says the voice again. "Now what was my name again?" I ask myself. "It doesn't matter...."