The Final Outpost
A while ago, I created an account on The Final Outpost.
It started off as something experimental, but as I explored the details, I quickly became more and more intrigued!
It's a fun concept, that of breeding creatures to repopulate a planet. I didn't remain as invested as in the first couple days, by that time I had already bred some adult cretures and perused the capsule varieties [spoiler spoiler XD] - all I can say, it's a fun experience, and if you like virtual pets, it's definitely a must. They grow quicker and turn happier, stronger and the like through clicks!
However, I do have one bittersweet take, and it's on me only to blame (or not ;D ), which is the 600-char limit for our lab descriptions. In one way, it should be more than enough, a simple description, but the premise is too good, the ideas too many! I got carried away...
And that's where I wanted to get to: I'll be putting here, below, the full version of my OC's "lore", and some added story which of course, I wouldn't have added there. All is very much just a draft...
ACCESSING ARCHIVE: CORE_MEMORY_BANK_006
LOCATING: [drakon_lab_description.txt].................Found.
DECOMPRESSING FILE............................Complete.
LOADING INTO WORKING MEMORY.....................Running.
RENDERING SCENE:
A laboratory, hewn from stone and glass, clings to the side of a snow-dusted peak. Sunlight, sharp and clear, pours through a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating every corner. Dust, glistening, floats adrift within the radiant shafts.
VISUAL INPUT:
- SHELVING: Towering mahogany units, floor to ceiling. Contents catalogued.
- ITEM: Glass jars. Contains: [UNKNOWN_FLORA], [PRESERVED_FAUNA], [GEOLOGICAL_SAMPLES].
- ITEM: Books. Condition: Worn, annotated. Quantity: 343.
- WALLS: Limestone. Surface: 78% obscured by detailed sketches.
>- SUBJECT: Aerial species. Notation: Anatomical studies, wing dynamics.
- FOCAL POINT: A large oak work desk, positioned before the window.
- VIEW: Snow-capped mountain range, peaks veiled in mist. Ambient light: High.
- OCCUPANT: Designate: DRAKON. Role: Scholar, Poet, Creator.
- STATUS: Missing for [SOL93]. Previosuly engaged in contemplation.
CONTEXTUAL DATA STREAM:
[LOADING PERSONAL LOG FRAGMENT: DRAKON_/PRIVATE/LOG_07]
"...brought specimens back from the Obsidian Falls. They thrive in the enclosure. Good. The theory holds: seeing the origin, the struggle of the terrain, allows one to engineer for it. But the one that calls to me, the one that fills the pages of this old logbook... the Nebula Glisanto. A ghost. A whisper of wing and light. To birth such a creature, that would be... The scientist's precision, the poet's soul... working as one. Will I succeed? Only the turn of seasons will tell."
[END LOG FRAGMENT]
PROCESSING COMPLETE. SCENE RENDERED AND CONTEXTUALIZED.
OUTPUT TO TERMINAL 15:
Static...
A mountain lab, bathed in light, holding its breath between expeditions.
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FIELD REPORT: # 03261
DESIGNATION: R.00918
LOCATION: Station H6
STATUS: stabilization in process. outputs normal.
OBSERVATION SUMMARY:
I've finally reached the outpost, D is still missing. The assistance bot had its battery drained, but I managed to recover the data log from 20XXE-A to 20XXI-A2.
As told by previous aquaitances, indeed she's ever wandering; the lab gathers all the relics uncovered over decades of expeditions, embarked in light of her discoveries beyond the highest mountains, and deepest seas.
As one enters, the eyes meet neetly arranged jars and books filling towering shelves, while sketches of several aerial species cover every gap on the walls.
The work desk stands before a towering window stretching across the front wall, its expansive glass panes framing views of the snow-capped mountaintops beyond. Natural light bathes the lab, a serene and inspiring environment. The rugged peaks, draped in mist, stand as silent guardians to the work taking place within this mountain enclave, the lab nestled within.
A remarkable sight to be seen.
Drakon has long hoped that by witnessing the landscapes in loco, she could then be certain that her creations would adapt well; nonetheless - and what I most fear happened-, her one deep-rooted fascination lingered for too long: the elusive Nebula Glisanto, only hinted at by logbook she never lets go of. And well, it's not here.
She has the heart of an artist, this spiritual synergy could render this rebirthing world magnificent creatures, and her final masterpiece could only be those whales.
I'll dispatch reconnaissance teams as soon as I return.
[sigh]Where are you...
