Spaceship Story

Hey people, I've looked at how expensive and numerous the D & D books are, and felt that it would be better to create our own. So, I propose creating a D&D-like game based on my story here. Manipulated, of course, to the other participant's tastes. Write to me, or call me, and tell me what you think.

Some real stuff about space

Christy

February 13, 2004

Dear Journal,

I’ve been having the strangest meditation sessions this past week. About two weeks ago I started a new meditation program that I read about it on the Smithsonian website. It was a translation of some Egyptian hieroglyphics; one of the strangest meditation exercises I’ve ever heard of. It sounded quite ludicrous. But for some reason I wanted to try it, and I did. I’ve gotten to the point where I can visualize things I was looking at once I close my eyes. So, I started magnifying the things, and imagining picking them up, and all sorts of things with them. It’s amazing how my imagination can create such images of what things might look like if I looked at them with a microscope. I haven’t been able to pick things up, though. If I had, I would probably believe that I’ve been seeing what things really look like up close—it’s been that realistic.

Ship’s Log

Star date 417 mark 3

Ok, ok, It’s actually January 3, 2010, but I love pretending this is Star Trek. I really have no idea what star date 417 mark 3 means. I’m sitting here at the helm, bored out of my mind. The ship has been traveling towards Mars for one and a half months! We’ve still got 7 ½ months left! Ah, at least this chair is comfortable. Blackness and stars is becoming a very boring sight. Let us see what is behind me. There’s Ryan tossing a peanut at Brandon. Look at that shot! Ryan has been really good for morale. I’m glad she’s on the crew. Looks like those expensive laptops Dell donated are going to really good use. Instant Messengers and music are so productive. Ryan: Did you see that??? I hit him on the nose! Brandon: No you didn’t. You hit my eye! Christy: LOL! Great shot Ryan!!! This air is terrible! It’s so stale! Artificial oxygen converters are not fun. At least there’s air…. I’m rather fond of breathing. I used to be fond of eating as well. Food is getting really boring. I wish I could go out and get something different to eat. I wish I could go out period! This ship is so small!!! I thought it was huge, when we built it, but now it seems so small. I have explored every inch of it a hundred times over. But it’s not so bad. I can see Ryan and Brandon laughing at Kayla behind me. It’s nice to see them happy. Kayla has cheered up so much recently. She seems almost like a different person. She's more balanced than she used to be. I’m glad that we’re on this ship. The cabin fever and the boring food is outweighed by the technology and the opportunity to explore and learn. But that isn’t what makes it so great. We have a sense of togetherness unlike anything I ever experienced on the earth. It’s what I imagined living in a kibbutz would be like. I know everyone here, and everyone knows me. We share our secrets; we share our lives. We share everything.

Sarah

Dear Diary,

God has blessed me with the chance to travel into space. I get to be the nurse and official religios councelor on the first private manned journey to Mars. I know God has sent me and my husband so that he can establish a church on Mars through us. but I'm scared. IT's so hard to remember that my life is in God's control. Again and again I think, "how will Brandon and I set up a church?" or "How can we convert these people--our friends--without alienating them?" I must remember that it is God, not I, who is in control.

Dear Diary, We're leaving today!!! Brandon and I have spent all week making preparations. After this I will be required to keep an official ship's log. It's official , yet it's private. I thought tthat was odd until Christy explained that she wanted everyone to hasve daily records of events so that we caon write reports on our progress for our sponsers. WE're going to be on international news! I'm so nervous! What will they think of me? I know I shouldn't care, but I do.

I'm going to miss everyoen here. I really will. My parents, my church, my college buds. But God wants me to go, so I'm going.

Ship's Log

My first day at work was stressful. Brandon and two other people got burns somehow. I didn't understand what had happened, but it sounded dangerous. Oliver cheered me up, though. We had a talk after they were treated about how I shoudlnt' blame myself for others getting hurt. I asked him if he woudl pray with me for them, and he did. Taht gave me strenght. WE also treated countless cases of space sickness. I was feeling very wueasy myself, but I pressed on. Not a single person came to me for guidane today, and I had no time to seek anyone out. Tomorrow I hope to set up a prayer group and a Bible study group.

Ship's Log

It has been two weeks since we left for Mars. I've already begun to see signs of cabin fever. I know I could not survive another eight and a half months of this without God. I am not too restless yet. I've barely been out of the clinic except to go to church and sleep. I've been so busy with everything that I havent' had time to get cabin fever, and I thank God for that.

Ship's Log

I had most of the day today to myself. Brandon and I went on a date, and I spent hours walking around talking to people about God. Many of them are unreceptive. Tehy'll discuss God with me because I earned special privalages gy begging and pleading and agreeing to make dessert every other night. HOwever, they discuss their lack of belief in God, and attempt again and again to point otu flaws with the Bible. But I will trudge on, bringing them God's message, because I knwo that they are lost without God.

Ship's Log

We have landed on Mars. My first duty has been to set up a clinic on the surface of Mars. My second will be to set up a hurch. until I can set up a church, we are still holding meetings ont he ship. but I have chosen a place on the peak of a hill to build the church. It will be visable from the whole city and the first thing visitors from space will see. I hope to write "Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and glorify oyour Father in Heaven" on the plain beside it and always keep a light burning in the belfry at night. My prayer is that the light from within that church will spread throughout the hearts of thep eople in the city and continue to spread until it lights up all of Mars.