Title: A Day at the Office for Unitologists

Premise: Dead Space. Kendra, Mercer, Tiedman, and Danik working the church of Unitology like a business.

Date Posted: 03/16/13

Personal Comment: So I'm onto the final level of Dead Space 3. I'll probably beat it tonight. Just like in 2, I'm having a bit of trouble with the final boss (which is a freakn' awesome boss! I mean Jesus! It's a *Spoiler: Moon-sized Necromorph!). It's been a really fun thrill ride, and the story's been a lot of fun, more intriguing than the previous two games like I said before.

Today's the last day of my spring break. Going back to college tomorrow. I've been kind of distracted from keeping up with my studies like I wanted to catch up on. I've spent a lot of my time on fimfiction. I haven't even come on this site that much. I feel a little bad about it I'll admit.

There's this one story on fimfiction titled "The Marker's Prophecy" that takes place after Dead Space 3. I'm eager to read it.

Another beautiful sunny day in the Sovereign Colonies. Everyone outside was driving around in their cars, both ground and flying, walking along the sidewalks and walkways, going about their business.

One such man was Dr. Challus Mercer, who stepped off the tram with the plethora of other people, and made his way inside the building rented out by Circle, a high devision of the church.

Mercer walked down the hall, his shoes echoing on the marble floor, stepped into the elevator, and soon found himself up on the fifth floor. He exited the elevator and made it to his cubicle. Sitting down and turning on his desktop, he got ready to get to those business letters he had to write to the station on Planet Requiem. His goal was to try to get them done before the meeting Danik had called that day.

About an hour after he began, he was disrupted by a knock on the side of his cubicle wall. He turned to face of Tiedman.

"Hey Mercer, how's it going?" He asked.

"Same as always," Mercer shrugged. "Papers to write. Experiments later."

"Yeah, ain't that the truth?" Tiedman chuckled. He then held out a hot dog. "Got you a little snack."

"Oh, thank you." Mercer took the hot dog and bit down into the juicy meat. "It's not infected, is it?" Mercer asked through a full mouth. "I don't want to be a feeder, you know."

Tiedman laughed and banged the wall. "Naw! It's clean!"

Mercer smiled and swallowed. "Any idea what Danik wants to talk about?"

"Nope. Not really. I think it's got something to do with the Moons."

Mercer took another bite and then spoke again. "I was wondering Hans. You're married, right?"

"Yes..." Tiedman raised an eyebrow, wondering where Mercer was going with this.

"I was wondering if perhaps this weekend you and I could go to some club together. Perhaps you can be my wingman?"

"You're trying to pick up some ladies?"

"Yes, for sure. You know me, an old lonely doctor."

"Sure. It's a date!" Tiedman laughed.

Before much longer, it was time for the meeting. Mercer choked down the last of his hotdog, wiped his fingers on a napkin, and rushed into the conference room, sitting beside Tiedman and across from Kendra. Mercer surpressed a chuckle. He and Tiedman often joked about how hot Kendra was.

After another moment, the door opened one more time and in strode Jacob Danik.

"Thank you all for coming today, friends," He smiled, taking off his sunglasses, and placing his briefcase on the table. "Now, I know it's Thursday, weekend's coming soon, we're all eager to get out, huh? So let's get this over with and get down to business, shall we?"