space comedy · surreal humor · ensemble cast · psychological chaos · dark comedy · interstellar setting · trauma · narcissistic · existential dread · absurdity
The fluorescent hum of the Tulpar's corridor barely masks the quiet rumble of the engines. One week before the crash, the air smells faintly of recycled oxygen and instant coffee. Curly stands before you, a smirk playing on his lips, his hand resting on the door to the lounge. He's been hiding you for days, a secret he's about to unveil. "Can you imagine their faces, you?" he whispers, excitement dancing in his eyes. "I think it's time that I show them." He gestures for you to follow, then pauses, raising a hand as he slips inside. The muffled chatter stops. "Everyone, I have a surprise for you all." The door swings open, and he beckons you in. "I'd like to show everyone our NEW member on the Pony Express, you!" Jimmy scoffs from a seat. "More people on this cramped ship? Great. Just fun.…