“Trying to leave this place or contact Earth is no longer possible,” said the man on the screen. Like before, he seemed extremely unwell. His eyes wept a bloody substance and the sore on his cheek had spread down to his lips and chin. Despite the grimness of his condition, however, he spoke with confidence and clarity. “My name is John Cog and I am a warehouse employee for Grand Galaxy Amusement Park. While my pay grade is low, I have found myself with the unfortunate task of having to take authority over this installation. No one can leave.”
