This blog contains Iron Lung and In Space With Markiplier spoilers!!
I don't know how I'm here.
Well, I know how, that was all explained to me. But I don't know why.
I don't know why they chose to save me.
Let me explain.
I was a convict, a prisoner, kept in a cell for an accident I didn't cause.
My universe was ending. All of the planets and stars were gone; there was nothing left besides a few space stations, maybe a planet here and there... and that one moon.
AT-5, its surface covered in oceans of blood. It was a literal blood moon.
I was given a deal: go into that blood ocean in a half-assed submarine, take some pictures, get the information they wanted, and earn my freedom.
Those fuckers promised me my freedom...
But they never pulled me back up.
Well, they did, only to send me right back down to get a fucking bone sample.
Things happened, I got lost, I got attacked by this giant fucked up Eldritch thing, a lot happened.
In the end, my sub was wrecked, and I had pretty much accepted my fate.
That's when something picked up my sub.
Not the creature, but another ship. A huge space shuttle called "The Invincible II"
They took me in and went through this "interdimensional wormhole" or whatever they called it.
And now I'm here, on a ship full of people I don't know, in a universe completely different then the one I came from, trying to treat these fucking mutations while coping with my new ptsd.
The head engineer, Mark, is the main one showing me everything. I don't know if I can trust him, but for now I have to.
Everything here is so confusing...
The stars are so beautiful...
















