04 Aug 2016Ardatirion

Months have passed in stasis. It was those damned oldschool simulations. We were making excellent time, out the spiral arm and turned towards the core. Until someone downloaded the classic game Fallout 4. We were in that sim for days at a time, relying on the ship's stasis systems to keep our atrophied bodies alive. And when that sim had worn out, some genius loaded up Battlefield 4! We must have awoken a few times to perform some foggy, half-remembered jumps, before slipping back into the grip of that game, but they did not take us far enough. Not nearly far enough. Only within the past week or so have I been able to return sufficient order to the ship's crew to get us back on course. A forced routine is now the rule of the day - 15 jumps in the morning, 30 in the evening, until we reach the core or die trying.