The Longest Journey
What follows are extracts from the journal of one Kuuusaa Lssuaa, a Suuu from Succeed who was hatched and raised in Kaan-Paah, Capital City of Succeed. Not all entries have been included for sake of brevity, and for the same reason some have been edited to include only the most pertinent of detail. These areas will be marked as [redacted].
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10 Two 4741
I can't believe I'm doing this. I really can't believe I'm doing this. But it's happening. It's finally happening. I'm writing this sitting in the waiting room of the Space Port. From here I can see the legendary Launch From Ice. Honestly, I don't think I've seen it this close before. It's strange to think that all those centuries ago, we Suuu were going to set off in search of a new land, and now here I am, little old me, waiting to set off on my own big adventure. Well, nothing on the same scale as them, but still.
11 Two 4741
[redacted] The launch took longer than expected and escaping the planet's atmosphere caused real issues with my digestive system, forcing me to revisit a lot of yesterday's meals. [redacted] Now, though it's settled, and I can look out of the viewing platform at the planet I am leaving behind. Succeed looks so beautiful from up here. The yellows and greys swirl together creating pictures. Cloud gazing from above, who'd have thought. I was just interrupted by a Brugen who asked me why I was trembling. I hadn't realised I was. He peered at me with the eye closest to me and seemed to see more of me than was comfortable. We talked for a short while and he introduced himself as Space Traveller Mip Glipblog. I've not met a Brugen before and I tried not to stare at all the feathers. They looked awfully itchy. He suggested that if this was going to be a big adventure, that I was sitting in the wrong part of the ship. Big adventures were about looking forwards, not staring longingly back at where we'd come from. I think I like Space Traveller Mip Glipblog. I wonder if he'll let me call him Mip.
12 Two 4741
[redacted]
It turns out Space Traveller Mip Glipblog is not a man and no, I'm not allowed to call her Mip. She is from Quackerly Green and apparently the name reminds her of someone from "back home".
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Area Rarely Travelled
14 Two 4741
I have spent the last 18 standard hours strapped into a seat in the communal area on deck 3. We were informed late last night that the ship had taken an unexpected turn into the Laurel Belt and that we needed to report to our evacuation points. Staff strapped us in and I have been holding on tightly to the arm rests ever since.
A short while later, the captain made a statement saying that his [redacted] had [redacted] and that he would be calling [redacted] to [redacted] as soon as he got us out of this [redacted] situation.
I like all the 'redacted'. It makes me so curious. :D
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