Thomas Menenhetet KnudsenElite Dangerous - The First Great Expedition
I was in open play, hanging around Freeport. Got a message from a fellow CMDR. He told me I could make big credits and that he'd explain to me over voice comms. So after being hailed numerous times I finally answered.
"Hello?" I queried.
-no response-
"Someone there?"
-static-
Just then, out of nowhere, I heard the blaring, tell-tale sign that all was not what it seemed. From the voice comms came electronic drums, synthesizers and fake violin ensemble. I discovered just how ugly things were about to get. And then it happened...
"We're no strangers to love..."
-no! his voice in my head!-
"You know the rules and SO DO I!"
-my brain began to rattle as the heart beating in my chest turned as cold as a Thargoidian icepick.
"A REAL COMMITMENT'S WHAT I'M DREAMIN' OF!"
-my trembling hand reflexively reached for my blaster, gripping the pearl handle with focused intention.-
"I JUST WANNA TELL YOU HOW I'M FEELIN' WANNA MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND! NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP..."
-I positioned the barrel of the blaster to the side of my head, sweat dripping down my furrowed brow. The cool touch of the well-worn weapon did little to soothe the pain coursing through me, like a knife dipped in battery acid, dragging coarsely across the flesh on my neck.
"NEVER GONNA GIVE, NEVER GONNA GIVE!"
-I thought I'd escaped, that light years away from Sol system I would be safe from the torture I was once-again experiencing. I was wrong. With a solemn nod to the bleak expanse of space before me, I squeezed off a blastround into my head, hoping to silence forever this horrid manifestation of evil assaulting my ears. My grip slackened on the blaster and I went motionless in the cockpit...
..."NEVER GONNA MAKE YOU CRY, NEVER GONNA SAY GOODBYE..."
-DAMN- my blaster had been set to stun. I was now immobilized, concious but unable to move or speak or even cry. Tears welled up in my mind as I lay there, 'rapt in agony...
RICKROLLED in deep space, where no one could hear me scream...
