The players of the Greenfield Vessel were already in a complete mess; the greater their initial ambition before departure, the more disoriented they felt now. If not for undergoing the baptism of Lord Entropy, the high-intensity flashes of disjointed images would've triggered a photosensitive epilepsy.
As time ticked by second by second, and the forum posts shifted from discussing the game to sharing lunch, all members of the Greenfield Vessel suddenly felt an overwhelming lightness.
"Autopilot system online, now under management."
"Power system restored to normal."
"Detecting abnormal external pressure values; adjusting air pressure to balance."
The people raised their heads again, finding that everything inside the ship was in chaos, yet nobody was in the mood to clean up. The curse's oppression had crippled everyone's motor abilities first, and the stronger one's physical qualities, the worse their condition under the curse and attribute deprivation.
