Hello, everybody.

I'm really irritated right now with fanfiction, which actually deleted my original version of this text – a half an hour of writing it – because of it's new "efficiency" feature which opens links to fanfiction on another tab if it already is on fanfiction (WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE SEE THAT THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA) and just leaves whatever page the other tab was on, even if there's freaking text in the input box GAAAAAAAAAAAH and it just erases everything without a second thought. You know what? I don't even think there was a FIRST thought with this feature. It's just dumb. DUMB!

Now that the nonsensical rant is out of the way, I'm going to have to freaking type out everything all over again (okay, now the rant's out of the way), but it's going to be considerably shorter than it was before since now I'm all irritated and stuff.

*Deep breath*

Okay. Now that I'm calm, to the real deal! Gosh dang, I'm still not calm.

This is an introductory text which was originally to serve two purposes: One, to go into – with great, exquisitely and carefully written detail – my plans for this series, which it actually did until some unnamed person decided to write a few lines of the stupidest code in existence, and then also to provide credit where credit is due, as some of the stuff in this series is not mine.

Now, in case some of you are stumbling upon this from a purely blank slate, and know nothing of the backstory, this story was basically an idea of mine to combine both my and Captain Crazy-Nonsense's Dead Space fanfictions in the form of a collaboration. Well, about six months ago, our negotiations fell through, and we parted bitterly, keeping our guns trained on each other's hearts as we backed out of the dank, dark, deep, desolate room we were using somewhere in an abandoned subway in New York.

So, recently, I wanted to initiate negotiations again, so, carving messages on some bullets, I climbed to the roof of a tall building adjacent to the hotel in India where Crazy-Nonsense was then hiding and aimed my sniper rifle's scope carefully. After pulling the trigger until all my messages had exited the barrel, Crazy-Nonsense (after some emergency medical attention – swear I wasn't aiming for your lungs, buddy) removed the bullets and deciphered my code.

Some days later, he infiltrated my base in the northernmost parts of Russia and shot me in the knee with an arrow that had a sheet of parchment wrapped around it from a ventilation shaft. I quickly read the message, which, written in blood, explained to me that he had left the game years ago in favor of a busty blonde milkmaid he'd found whilst trekking through the hills of the Netherlands during his escape from the Chinese Triads, and that he'd retired from the Dead Space fanfiction genre for good. (Though, be on the lookout for some new stories of his – wink) So I sealed off my fortress and tried to catch him, to torture him until he agreed to fanfiction DSJII with me, but it turned out he'd a man on the inside who smuggled him out. Needless to say, the inside man met with a very painful demise involving gorillas, giant mosquitoes, and a crocodile or two.

My most recent information has it that Crazy-Nonsense has since escaped to the mountains of Tibet somewhere with his busty milkmaid and their seventeen children (I think it's something like three quintuplets and twins, but you'd have to check. It's been a while) and picked up the quiet life of the monk. He's picked up a quill and parchment paper, and sits, most likely as I type, in quiet meditation upon that which he intends to write.

Well, that was quite the tangent-run, methinks. Moving on.

So, firstly, I will tell you what requisite materials are necessary to have been read before this story:

Dead Space: Trio – written by me, tells the original story of Terrance, Gunner, and Titan as they escape the necromorph-infested Sprawl.

Dead Space: Bridge – an extremely short "bridge" story that kind of doesn't really need to be read at all, but you can read it if you really want to.

Dead Space: USG Colorado – written by Captain Crazy-Nonsense, the original story of Jericho II and the USG Colorado and Giovanni Brown etc.

Once those are read, you are free to read this story, but until then . . . no siree bob.

Next on my agenda is informing you of my plans for this series. I intend for it to be very lengthy in completion and compilation, and so it will be many a month before it is done. Until then, I expect, as can you, to put forth about a chapter a week. It may fluctuate due to the varying lengths of the chapters, but that's what I want my schedule to mostly look like. No promises.

On how it's actually going to be, I plan to alternate chapters following the stories of the protagonists and the antagonists. There will be many stories that I will be following (hint – there's going to be multiple antagonist groups, and quite probably the Terrance-Gunner-Titan trio will not be together entirely throughout the story), and I expect it to be a nice convoluted mess for those who wish to follow the story as I write it, but if you pick it up when it's all finished, it'll probably be better, so you don't have to try and remember how the last bit went.

Anyway, there may or may not slightly but quite definitely be some possible flashbacks into the pasts of the trio's lives before and after Titan Station. Just a fair notice.

Regarding the whole shifting-perspectives thing of DS: Trio, there will be none of that here. Less complicated and more polished that way. However, every individual/party will have its own way of recording events; as per DS: USG Colorado, Giovanni and his buds will record their journey through audio log (or, when Brown is alone, 3rd person insane ranting style). Terrance will solely do post-event recaps (though the first bit of chapter one will be a captain's log). Etc.

Moving on, I must give credit where credit is due. Anything that can be found in DS: USG Colorado is not mine, but Crazy-Nonsense's instead. Things such as Giovanni Brown, the USG Colorado itself, even Jericho II all spawned from the nebulaic chaos we call CN's brain. However, everything else came from the turbulent mess we call my brain.

Now that we got all of that out of the way, I thank you for reading whatever it actually was that preceded this sentence and move to the final item on my agenda: The Disclaimer. This disclaimer shall stand for the entirety of this series, so that I don't have to ceaselessly repeat it:

I do not own Dead Space, nor anything about it except that which I have created with my own mind, nor anything from Dead Space: USG Colorado.

The prologue is out (BAM), and look forward to chapter one, which is in the process of creation now!

As always,

-Wolf