Til Death: Reanimated - sergeys-house

(( @aloe bama

YAY

A middle-aged man lies down on a blanket on his balcony, looking up at the clear night sky. The stars shine brightly up ahead, and even the moon seems brighter than normal. Truly, nothing could go wrong on such a perfect night…, the man thinks.

10:16 PM

Anyways, what is his name?

Genndy Tartakovsky

(edited)

Hah! It's actually Sergey Kardashev, but good try anyway.

>check outside

You're already outside, looking at the stars! There's not really much to check on a clear sky like this.... hmmm...maybe you're just gonnna...

10:57 AM

zzzzzzz

You awake under a dead sky. What the fuck... where did the moon and stars go???

9:41 PM

You attempt to slap yourself awake, or at least out of this alcoholic delusion you've probably gotten yourself into. Man, I need to stop drinking....

After realizing that you've actually been trapped under a dark hellscape, panic begins to set in. As you keep a tight grip on your gun, you look through your state-of-the-art telescope, trying to discern anything from this dead sky.

@ectoMycologist (what would he see)

A grey, distant ball of gas, seemingly with a flat plane in the middle. Directly above is a purple, pentahedral planetoid and a similarly shaped moon chained to it, now in orbit with Earth.

The fuck.... You start drawing out everything you see, switching between looking at your notepad and keeping your eye glued to the telescope.

But before you can examine what you saw, you phone rings. Ah shit, it’s work.

You pick up the phone. [Hello?]

(russian is in brackets

This is Sergey Kardashev of OIRV, division 7, correct?

WAIT

HES BAXK

WJHDZBAIABHABSUZHjabzh

RTXMORSHU

NOOO I MADE THE SAME MISTAKE

Hello, Morshu.

LOLOLO

FUCK

9:12 PM

should I just go with fucking rtx morshu

[“yes, this is him. Who’s speaking?”]

Doesn't matter. I'm from the OIRV, and I'm sure you've heard of, or even experienced, the recent global event. We need you to help us investigate.

“You want me to come in?”

No, we want you to investigate. We’ve sent you the coordinates of this incident’s origins, you will go there now.

you sigh. [You have millions of dollars in funding, a trained special task force, and god knows what else, and you want to send in a random astrophysicist?]

// this is fr a morshu moment

ah, well. most of our staff is... incapacitated due to the incident. Besides, while our task force is still active, we don't know what to expect. Your background in the military and astrophysics make you perfect for this investigative mission. You will approach the location, make note of any extraterrestrial anomalies you may find, and gain the inhabitants' trust. Once you believe your mission is finished, you may contact us to authorize an... acquisition of the location.

(god I can't fucking take this seriously it's just rtx morshu

//we should execute him

“Fine. But this is my last job.”

((Sergey sweep

As you wish. A company helicopter is waiting for you.

// you just need to pay him in rupees

(LOL

((AHYWHXCIFHSOAUSHH;#7#$;

As the call with the unknown person concludes, Sergey receives another call.

? “Hello?”

((WHAAAAT

Привет, пап

((

[hey dad]

[Slav??? You’re ok?]

[yeah]

2:43 PM

Я звоню, чтобы проверить еще раз. так я добрался до метеора

2:43 PM

[just calling to check in i just got to the meteor]

2:44 PM

А вы? у тебя все нормально? [what about you? are you okay?]

[“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just good to hear from you.”

2:45 PM

[“should I head over?”]

нет я в порядке. Впрочем, мне нужно многое тебе объяснить, когда у тебя будет время

2:47 PM

[no i'm fine. i've got a lot to explain to you once you have time though]

[“Oh, yeah, I’ll be there then. Give me, oh, a few hours.”]

[alright see you soon]

2:48 PM

[love you, bye]

[love you too!]

Slav hangs up.

you sigh loudly. Now that your son’s there, it just makes the job more complicated. Hopefully, you can stall the OIRV long enough before they “acquire” the meteor, whatever that means. Doesn’t look good….

2:57 PM

While waiting for the helicopter to get here, you decide to prepare something special…

The company helicopter finally lands on your front lawn.

oh shit they’re here

6:47 PM

Grabbing a backpack, you stuff several bottles of vodka, handmade Molotov cocktails, your foldable telescope, some cash, and a box of donuts, before leaving your house to greet the helicopter.

6:49 PM

It’s gonna be a long flight…