Ship’s Log: Entry 4003.07.26.11:02 DST.☕
Subject: The Fall of Joe
Joe’s gone—taken by an alien spider on Deck 9-Beta during routine grounds delivery. He wasn’t just a courier. He was the Coffee Courier. Carried hope in a thermos, warmth in a mug, steam in the silence.
Now, the stars feel colder.
That eight-legged abomination didn’t just take a life—it spilled sacred brew. And for that? It will burn.
This I swear, over scorched beans and bitter grief.
Justice is brewing. Vengeance will be served… hot.