(The Arcada blows up.) (message: Bad news travels fast - especially when it's in the form of a shock wave.) (message: The explosion was pretty messy. It's a judgement call as to which one critically damaged you first. Was it the concussion? Or, maybe, the fragments of ship that were located more closely to the epicenter than yourself and attempted to escape THROUGH you?) (message: Regardless of what got you first, enough molecular relocation (in bulk and in individual units) occured to forever alter your form and place in the universe.) (still shot: A creepy mortician standing by a coffin. message: Recompose yourself and let's see if we can't get off this scow more efficiently.)

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