Before We Begin…
(Pesterjournal: Omega Session-July 19th, 2013-09:46:54 PM)
Before we begin, I must ensure you that this stuff that your about to read, this mind blowing shit that will take your brain to Fuck It City and back again on the Delirious Train of Confusion patented in Hellsville, New Jersey and custom built in the train yards of Nopetown, this stuff your about to read, it happened.
It's real.
This isn't just some sort of mindless charade of fantasy that you usually see on your average everyday fan fictions. There will be no grand opening, as seen above and below, there will be no frivolous adding or affairs of fancy, and there most certainly will be no false information. The purpose of this document is not to entertain, although the coincidence may arise several times throughout the prose is likely. However, the main objective that I wish to achieve here is to record the various adventures that my cohorts and I, my friends, have experienced while playing this God-forsaken game.
I should know about the horrors that exist, because I've had the honor, or perhaps, the misfortune, of playing through it.
The reason for this text's existence lies within the ability of one's learning capabilities. This story, this narrative that I'm about to tell you, it serves the function of a somewhat capable guide to the trials and tribulations that you may experience while playing this game.
To anyone, and I mean anyone, who has dared to download the infernal game to his or her computer, and has openly brought the destruction of their planet, and consequently, their entire race, please read this story.
I will try to be as cooperative as I can throughout my documentation, as I will likely be unable to contact anyone with questions upon the completion of my session. To those who have, are, or will play the game Sburb, these are my words.
This is my session.
This is our story.
I beg of you to read.
Otherwise, I wish you all the very best of luck.
Sincerely,
aestheticNinja AKA
Connor Sawyer
The Knight of Space
