First contact

[andcarryabigknife]

The video broadcasts a man in his mid-twenties with his hair and eyes the exact same shade of green. He looks at the camera with little expression.

"I have observed it is customary to introduce oneself on this communication network. Therefore, greetings. My name is Gale of the Embryon Tribe. I ask that if the word Atma means anything to you, reply to my message. I am looking for others from 'my world'."

Comments

[justkeeprunning]

She supposed she understood what he was saying to a degree. His tribe conquered the world and were supposed to go to...heaven, she assumed. And then it was destroyed. That sounded awful. "I'm sorry that happened. Is there any chance you can fix it if you get to go back?"

[andcarryabigknife]

Gale shakes his head slightly. "It is too late. The Junkyard has already been as if erased. It does not exist anymore."

[justkeeprunning]

Her expression turned sad and a little horrified. "You mean...you don't have a home? You can't go back?"

[andcarryabigknife]

"Logic dictates that I cannot go back lest I be destroyed as well. I am, in fact, not quite sure how I am alive. Perhaps this is my vision as I lie dying."

[justkeeprunning]

"W-well...that makes sense. I hope it's not...I mean, wouldn't it be better if this place had saved you or something?"