- >Anon and Crew sitting in a comfort room that consists of a hologram water fountain a couple broken arcade machines and a claw machine that will make any man go mad from playing and a hologram machine that can only project two games and a forest environment that is suppose to easy our minds and remind us of home
- >Anon and Chris sit on a couch that was in the center of the room
- Anon: Oh man, I'm so bored!!
- Chris: We got hologram pong and tetris
- Anon: Yeah but I can easily beat the lot of you in a quick second. The fun was lost about 30 days ago
- Chris: Yeah well, the games started to suck when you started to play them with us!
- Anon: What the hell did you say to me you stupid sack of-
- >James came into the room and shouted out "Fuckers, I'm tryin' to sleep over here! I swear I can hear your voices from the comm room and that's way the hell out there"
- >Anon and Chris looked at each other
- Anon and Chris: Who the heck do you think you are?!
- Anon: Coming here like you know what's up!
- Chris: Thinking it's okay to yell at us like that!
- >Anon is the captain of the World Wonders ship and Chris was the head of Tech and Life Management
- >Chris is a bit of a hot head at times just like Anon
- James: Aye, just keep it down alright?! I just wanna freakin' sleep my ass away in-till we reach a goddamn planet!
- Anon: Hah, good thinking. Stupid sloth
- >Chris laughs
- Chris: I don't even think we're going to find one. So much for our mission in space. Stupid space, being all big and shit.
- >Anon thinks to himself for a moment
- Anon: We are going to find life. And we will finish the mission at hand.
- Chris: If there is any life in this god forsaken galaxy
- James: You must not have an open mind I guess
- >The crew bickers to each-other for hours in-till everyone depart to their rooms
- >You are now Anon
- >I go to my room and look for my black book
- >Takes out a futuristic folding chair and sit behind a pearl white desk
- >I ponder at the stars that are outside my window
- I guess I should start writing as my sanity fades away.
- >You begin to write the past 149 days to the best of your ability and eventually falling to sleep
- >18 days left.

