Light, Bright, Tonight.

 (Made with the guide of Light Years In An Instant, by Beth And Angel Make Games. Do check it out on itch.io, found by the link!)

(Cards pulled were, in the order written in parenthesis.)

Through the Event Horizon, we fell,

Our crew spun between mortified and wonderful,

As the stars streaked past our hell,

We entered a new sector, “That planet’s habitable!”

 

( 8 Of Spades )

Our engineer reported so clear,

“Our thrusters survived, we’re good to land!”

It’d take an hour, but we fear,

That if dangerous, we will be caught unplanned.

 

( 6 Of Hearts )

Do we stay aboard our ship?

Longing for shelter, our crew felt divide.

For some of us, we’d leave: A trip!

But some of the crew saw that as suicide.

 

( 7 Of Diamonds )

A crew of few, wanting teams,

Upon a landing, the planet we scout.

Is everything what it seems?

There’s seems to be life and flora about!

 

( 7 Of Hearts )

Wishing for food, a positive flavor,

And in light of breathable atmosphere,

The chef grinned cheerily, “Oh this one we’ll savor!”

“Hark, this tastes of tomato, and this one is beer!”

 

( 6 Of Diamonds )

With food and air a resource quite fearless,

We waved our fellows to disembark and enjoy,

We smiled and celebrated, “Is our luck endless?”

But some stayed aboard, “The world is no toy!”

 

( 8 Of Hearts )
We sat together, setting a fire,

We, comfort in hand, told stories and hopes.

From supplies we had brought, in case things got dire,

Some crew retrieved their pictures of folks.

 

( 4 Of Diamonds )
“So when will we get home?”

A quiet ensued. Our navigator pulled his computer.

From the screen of his electric tome,

“I’m afraid we may not: six light years, the rumor.”

 

( 7 Of Spades )

The tone was unpleasant, the chances quite low.

The engineer suddenly turned his head up.

“Well, the jump-drive has a battery, you know.”

While taking a sip from his porcelain teacup.

 

( 5 Of Hearts )

“But won’t that take long?”

The outcry was certainly not happy,

This mission was all wrong,

No speed to home, and the crew a bit snappy

 

( 8 Of Clubs )

The crew from the ship,

In their own time, to seek new paths,

Had left the shell on a trip,

To see if they could find their home with maths.

 

( 4 Of Spades )

But the planet had secrets,

That could not be dissuaded with comfortable synth.

And when it found itself some targets,

The crew had been split by a floral labyrinth.

 

( 5 Of Diamonds )

When the camping few looked back to the ship,

Now barren with the explorers gone deep,

They found a horror, their hopes dequipped,

For in the ground, it now was steeped.

 

( 8 Of Diamonds )

But the ventured few came back,

And with them totems, and markers to loan.

“We’re not the first, to deal with this tack!”

“And I’m sure we’ve found the supplies to get home!”

 

Together they ventured, and clicked, and gathered

The materials and makings of a way to get out.

It was a rough trial, their hopes often haggard,

But soon the ship was ready, and stout.

 

It came to be home to their colony made,

While they got the charge to travel,

And it was with a heavy heart that stayed,

When the campers and hopefuls set down their gavel.

 

So split the two groups did go:

Explorers to see the stars of home,

While colonists stayed, On their new home or so.

And six years out and back, visitors in tow,

 

It soon became great, a city in splendor,

With worldly travelers and landmarks to see,

As now there was a new world to call up to venture,

And the profits of an anomaly, a strange case, near-miss misery.