Okay, I'm really really sorry! My writing sucks and no one has a clue what I'm on about!
Anyway, for those who are confused (which is the majority of those who read this, including me,) this is what has happened so far:
Red dwarf got hit by a meteor shower. Holly beamed the crew and skutters onto blue midget. Blue midget crash landed on the planet of Pinkfluff. They can't get back because the power is down. Lister and Rimmer went out to fix the ship. Evil creatures came and zapped Rimmer and Lister away. Dear god it is confusing!
Thank you reviewers! Reddwarfaddict, Sunrise over the tango factory, and Giver-of-hope - thanks for letting me know what you thought x.x
Criticism is welcome!
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Lister groaned, from what he could remember he was not having a good day.
A very foggy image of Rimmer was standing in front of him.
"Lister? Are you awake?"
He shifted his head groggily, willing his eyes to focus on the person's face, "Rimmer?"
Rimmer moved closer, "You're such a smeghead you know that!"
That wasn't quite what Lister was expecting; he managed to sit up, "what?"
"You! You and your stupid habit of gallivanting off, I told you we'd get lost!"
"I - what?"
"You got us into this horrible mess! I told you to stop but you wouldn't listen. I risked my life for you, and for what? Nothing! Smeg all!"
Lister rubbed his head for a moment, "… I don't remember…"
Rimmer sat on the floor, pulling his knees close. "Oh it doesn't matter anyway! We're going to die." He looked Lister in the eye, "I just want you to know that this is all your fault!"
"Oh… thanks Rimmer."
He took a moment to look at the surroundings. Something about this place was strangely familiar. He massaged his head a little. It was dark, and there was the slight buzzing of electrical equipment around him.
It was cramped in here.
Rimmer was saying something again, but Lister wasn't listening properly. He couldn't.
It was cramped in here.
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"I'm afraid to say that they are GELF's again sir."
Cat whistled, "Again? Boy this writer seems to be running out of ideas pretty fast!"
"What was that sir?"
"I have no idea."
Kryten would have frowned, had he had any eyebrows to frown with, "Anyway, as I was saying, they are genetically engineered life forms who relieve people of their lives to fuel they're own existence. They were invented by humans."
Cat raised an eyebrow, "Invented by humans? What the hell for?"
"Well, they were invented for the perfect way to get rid of space weevils. But soon after that, the GELF's decided that space weevils spread like wildfire, had such tiny insignificant lives it was hardly worth taking them, and frankly were absolutely disgusting! So they tried out other lives too."
Cat had lost all interest by now, "Oh… well… that's interesting."
"I thought so sir."
"What were we doing again?"
They thought for a second or two. "Mr Lister!" yelled Kryten running back to blue midget, so fast that he looked like a silvery-pink blur.
"Oh yeah." Said Cat.
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The door whooshed open. And there were two creatures. In all they're pink fluffy cuddliness.
"Smeg off!" said Rimmer.
Lister was starting to panic. He was trapped. The room was small. Too small. The walls. Pushing in at all sides. He took a breath, realising with a sudden stab of pain that his breathing was strangely restricted, and his chest tight. Like the room. Closing in. Suffocating him. He couldn't breath. He couldn't breath. The pink things were coming closer.
"Lister, I'd like to say again: THIS IS ALL YOUR SMEGGING FAULT!"
Lister shut his eyes. Hard. "I know."
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