There is, unfortunately, no escaping physics. Bound by the speed of light, even information must take. It's time to get birth going. And as we move farther into the void, that time grows until the distance becomes unspeakable.
The days and days bleed into endless nights. Crystalline trenches in the heat of battle crossed more losses, many on our side, many of those on the opposition. The push and pull of gravity on the body and mind lead to suffering to the extent that no being shall ever know life and death, the cool.
Touch of the reaper themselves, the horrors of war, the destruction, the mishaps, the senselessness of it all, truth and victory. The two goddesses sought after those prizes, each side drool over, useless, awful, an empty space soon to become a cold and tireless black hole. Excuse me, I was a bit too.
Emotional, but I shall keep going. We shall see where we go from here. To the victor, the spoils and the blood of those innocent or guilty. Who is the real winner here, anyways?
Unspeakable Distance is an actual play. Podcast of Communication Delay by Audio Quinn a link to the game's itch IO page and credits for our players are available in the show. Notes linked to this episode. This podcast has been a production of the Library of Cursed Knowledge podcast network.