[Well, shit. This wasn't the first time that Juno Steel had awoken in an unfamiliar place with a familiar headache. Except, most of the time when he woke up, he actually had a small idea of where he was.
Here? He didn't have a goddamn clue. Nobody on Mars used wood for any of their construction, not when the material could be so easily eroded by the acid rain. Maybe this was some sort of weird interior room of some sort. Stumbling towards the door, Juno poked his head outside to see more trees than he'd seen all his life and what looked to be a quaint, rural town. So, yeah, definitely not Mars. If this wasn't a dream, it was one hell of a kidnapping job.]
The hell...?
[Cautiously, he made his way out into the center of town, half expecting to be jumped at any moment. If he spots anyone passing by, he'll shout at them:]
Hey! Do you mind telling me where I am? Seem to have gotten lost, oh, a few hundred thousand miles back.
2
[It was fortunate that Juno had been in quite a few life-or-death situations in the past. He could survive a little bit of hunger now and again. It was unfortunate that this particular life-or-death situation was completely devoid of any useful tech.
At least he still had his cybernetic eye--it made adapting to using the bows and arrows a little bit easier, and, if he wanted to, he could make it track any heat signatures in the woods. But the strain to pull back the string was still hell on his back muscles. How did early humans use these things?
Whatever. He was now crouching next to a tree and waiting for something to pass by. He seems to be...whispering to himself?]
Yeah, yeah. Shut up with the smart comments and let me concentrate.
[Want to bother him?]
4
[It was almost laughable that, after all these years yearning the sweet release of death, Juno wasn't even offered eternal rest. Of course not. Instead, he got to float around for all eternity and watch the people around him be complete morons. The worst part was that he couldn't do anything about it. He was stuck.
If only his secretary, Rita, could see him now. She'd get a real kick out of it, maybe try to convince him to keep doing detective stuff even after he died. 'Well, it's not like the bad guys can kill ya again, Mista Steel!'
Ever see a ghost with depression? Because now you have. The ghost of Juno Steel is lying face down on the ground, his head sort of clipping into the dirt. It's fine. Probably.]
Detective Juno Steel || The Penumbra Podcast
[Well, shit. This wasn't the first time that Juno Steel had awoken in an unfamiliar place with a familiar headache. Except, most of the time when he woke up, he actually had a small idea of where he was.
Here? He didn't have a goddamn clue. Nobody on Mars used wood for any of their construction, not when the material could be so easily eroded by the acid rain. Maybe this was some sort of weird interior room of some sort. Stumbling towards the door, Juno poked his head outside to see more trees than he'd seen all his life and what looked to be a quaint, rural town. So, yeah, definitely not Mars. If this wasn't a dream, it was one hell of a kidnapping job.]
The hell...?
[Cautiously, he made his way out into the center of town, half expecting to be jumped at any moment. If he spots anyone passing by, he'll shout at them:]
Hey! Do you mind telling me where I am? Seem to have gotten lost, oh, a few hundred thousand miles back.
2
[It was fortunate that Juno had been in quite a few life-or-death situations in the past. He could survive a little bit of hunger now and again. It was unfortunate that this particular life-or-death situation was completely devoid of any useful tech.
At least he still had his cybernetic eye--it made adapting to using the bows and arrows a little bit easier, and, if he wanted to, he could make it track any heat signatures in the woods. But the strain to pull back the string was still hell on his back muscles. How did early humans use these things?
Whatever. He was now crouching next to a tree and waiting for something to pass by. He seems to be...whispering to himself?]
Yeah, yeah. Shut up with the smart comments and let me concentrate.
[Want to bother him?]
4
[It was almost laughable that, after all these years yearning the sweet release of death, Juno wasn't even offered eternal rest. Of course not. Instead, he got to float around for all eternity and watch the people around him be complete morons. The worst part was that he couldn't do anything about it. He was stuck.
If only his secretary, Rita, could see him now. She'd get a real kick out of it, maybe try to convince him to keep doing detective stuff even after he died. 'Well, it's not like the bad guys can kill ya again, Mista Steel!'
Ever see a ghost with depression? Because now you have. The ghost of Juno Steel is lying face down on the ground, his head sort of clipping into the dirt. It's fine. Probably.]