4tuna Mafia Game

Space is as vast and terrible and terrifying as it is beautiful. Slider had been crumpled up like a piece of paper and thrown away; and just like a piece of paper, they were the kind of trash that recycled. One antenna jutted out from their hair, bent and broken at odd angles and drooping to the side. Blood beaded and smeared, trickled out from underneath their mask - was it from a nosebleed, or something else? It didn't matter what being ejected had destroyed of them once they were dead. And oh, they were so very dead.

They didn't say anything to either Andromeda or Zephik. They just sang; an eerie, mournful warble that reverberated through the metal halls like the sound of a siren from the deep - the space deep.