Event 1470397819

"Somewhere out in the deepest of the black, Commander Brock Nelson stands upon the dim-lit bridge of his flagship, staring upon the holo display, brooding upon the grand assembly of his fleet. Nelson is destined to lead victory after victory against the still-mysterious inhuman invaders, and will likely either die in one such battle or possibly even retire to a safe old-timers refuge to brood out the rest of his days, yearning for one more fight.

"Purk Dimplewood, on the other hand, cleans fratboy toilets at the space-bro academy hundreds of light-years away, and generally hates her life." --N. Phillip Cole

Source: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+DanielSwensen/posts/WY1fUyahCYY