Somewhere in the calm depths of space, a derelict craft lazily floats toward an unspecified destination. This compromised destroyer, though purged of its original purpose, still teems with life. It is now a cosmic dungeon, where stories wait to be told around every corner. What remains of the crew desperately makes repairs, unaware of their immortalization within Cybernetic Demise.
<creature> I'm at this annoying stage with a thing I've been working on. Where it is simultaneously both "This is coming along, I'm nearly ready to put this out into the world" and "There is SO MUCH I would have to do if I wanted to release this."
<bassgoon> creature, are you masturbating?
<creature> I am not.
<Bucket> Somehow, I am not convinced.