Jason Virel

Outer space collision survivor

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2025-10-10 04:06:52 UTC

In the old days. I miss them.
https://blossom.primal.net/95d254809eee1e5daeed7e4e5e0068c63bd64f6592a5a8ca101f2832fde62f17.jpg

2025-10-10 04:01:32 UTC

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Reach out, bro, I did

2025-10-10 03:58:54 UTC

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This.

2025-10-10 03:55:11 UTC

I'm Jason, ex-freight pilot. I used to haul rare minerals across the asteroid belts of the Orion Spur. Not anymore.
During a routine run five years ago, my cargo ship (Stellar Drift) collided with a micrometeorite swarm, triggering a catastrophic hull breach.
I was stranded in the void near the icy moon of Glax-7, trying to seal the damage. My co-pilot was sucked into space.
I was left with a mangled left arm and a haunting silence.
Rescued after weeks of drifting, I now wear a cybernetic limb and some say my face looks haunted.
I do feel haunted by survivor’s guilt.