recursal/Fanatic-Fandom huggingface dataset:
标准桌

标准桌指普通的1321麻将。

### 4局制

4局制中，每一局都不一样。

第一局：正常

第二局：增加番种[役牌]与[断幺]，均为2番。

[役牌]包括自风和三元牌（没有场风）。

[断幺]要求和牌仅包含2～8的序数牌，且要求四副面子均为顺子，和牌需要两面听。

第三局：新增[九数齐]与[役牌]。

[九数齐]指和牌含有全部九个数字，[一条龙]不计[九数齐]。

第四局：8番起和。

4局制每人开始有30000点。

### 8局制

前四局同上，后四句如下：

第五局：自摸计1番。

第六局：新增[役牌]与[断幺]，自摸计1番。

第七局：新增[九数齐]与[役牌]，自摸计1番。

第八局：8番起和，自摸计1番。

8局制开始时每人有40000点。

### 16局制

这个就比较灵活了，大家可以加自己的规则。

竞技版规则是前8局同8局规则，9-15局正常，16局12番起和。
1321计分进阶

这是计分进阶规则。

本规则除采用基础规则外，还加入了以下内容。

流局
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当牌山中无牌而四家未和时，进入流局检查阶段。

### 查听牌

从最后出牌的人的下家开始，依次报听。当你已经听牌时，将牌翻开并说“已听”，接受他人检查。当你还没有听牌或不想让别人看你的牌时，你可以说“没听”，并扣下你的牌。

若四家听牌或四家没听，则无事发生。

若三家听牌，则未听牌者支付2400点，听牌者平分之。

若两家听牌，则两个未听牌者各支付1200点，听牌者各获得1200点。

若一家听牌，则未听牌者各支付800点给听牌者。

即：没听牌者平摊2400点，并由听牌者平分。

### 查形

从最后出牌的人的下家开始，依次报形。当你已经成形时，将牌翻开并说“成形”，接受他人检查。当你还没有成形或不想让别人看你的牌时，你可以说“没成”，并扣下你的牌。

### 何为“成形”

对于未听牌者而言，最多只差一张牌便完成某个组合主番/满贯番或13牌里的至少12张牌满足某个全体主番/满贯番即为“成形”。

对于听牌者而言，所和的牌满足至少一个主番即为“成形”。

若四家成形或四家没成形，则无事发生。

若三家成形，则未成形者支付1800点，成形者平分之。

若两家成形，则两个成形者各支付900点，成形者各获得900点。

若一家听牌，则未成形者各支付600点给成形者。

即：没成形者平摊1800点，并由成形者平分。

## 流局满贯

若某人流局之前打的牌都是幺九牌则此人获得12000点，另三人平分。

若使用此规则，则鸣牌要严格标记牌的来源。

## 一些小番

若你已经处于四鸣牌单吊阶段时，若雀头满足以下条件之一，则记作1番。

例外：四鸣牌单吊永远可以点和。

* 三元牌
* 自风牌
* 与你之前的一个刻子的数字相同
* 与你之前的一个顺子的其中一张花色相同且数字相同。
San Vicente

San Vicente is a 5th class municipality in the province of Ilocos Sur. It is bordered by Santo Domingo to the north, Bantay and San Ildefonso to the east, Santa Catalina to the south and the South China Sea to the west. It is populated by 13, 118 people

**Etymology**

The municipality's name came from the name of Saint Vincent Ferrer, whose winged statue was found inside a box entangled in fishing nets. The fishermen consulted this matter to the friars in Villa Fernandina (now Vigan), who identified the person depicted by the statue. The statue was carried to the town's center, where a church was built. From then on, the town formerly known as *Tuanong* (sometimes called *Taonan*) became *San Vicente.*

**History**

n tracing the history of San Vicente, one always has to start from Vigan. Vigan was established by the Spanish colonizer, Juan de Salcedo on June 13, 1573, up to 1582, there were only 800 residents.

Upon Salcedo's return in 1574, he brought with them the Augustinian friars in order to teach Christianity to the inhabitants. After Salcedo's death on March 11, 1576, Franciscan friars replaced the Augustinians in the year 1579. These same friars spread up to San Vicente to convert the people to the Catholic faith.

In 1591, Vigan has already an organized form of government, which included these barrios namely: Bo. Tuanong, Bo. Santa Catalina de Baba and Bo. Caoayan. There were then a population numbering about 4,000 inhabitants.

Between the years 1720 and 1737, the first chapel of Bo. Tuanong was erected. Later in 1748, the Confraternity of Jesus of Nazareth was organized. In one record of the Vigan Convent archives, a funeral that happened on January 29, 1748, at the Chapel Bo. Tuanong was recorded. Two chaplains Bro. Don Agustin de la Encarnacion and Don Pedro Geronimo de Barba were the priest stone the chapel in that year 1748. It is believed that the chapel is the first stone building that sees upon entering the San Vicente Central School from the main road. Bo. Tuanong which belonged to Vigan was the old name of San Vicente.

On June 16, 1751, the chaplain was Don Miguel de Montanez. He was the first priest there and also in the chapel of San Sebastian. It is found out that Barangay San Sebastian already erected.

Hardship in reaching Bo. Tuanong and Bo. Santa Catalina de Baba from Vigan especially during the months of June to October was experienced, due to the absence of dike or bridge. Priests from Vigan reached these places by means of a raft. The problem prompted the separation of these two barrios from Vigan in 1793.

In 1795, it was the initiation of the seat of municipality and the church and Bo. Tuanong became San Vicente de Ferrer. Don Pedro de Leon was the first parish priest and he was believed as the initiator of the construction of the Church of San Vicente.

San Vicente is politically subdivided into 7 barangays. In alphabetical order

* Bantaoay
* Bayubay Norte
* Bayubay Sur
* Lubong
* Poblacion
* Pudoc
* San Sebastian
Transmission 49

Posted on December 17th, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus's Memory is wiped for a second time but finds help from the transmissions and notes left for himself before he lost his memory again.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello peoples, uh people of the Universe. It says here to say that at the start. Uh, I just woke up not terribly long ago, I’m kind of still reeling here. I can’t remember literally anything before waking up here. But I'm not even sure I should bother with that right now, because this seems to be a very dire emergency situation. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of food, water, or air left. There is an unknown amount of fuel left in this thing. The navigation thing says I should be headed in the complete opposite direction, and I think I should listen to it, because currently I'm hurtling towards an increasingly large ball of fire, and I’ve noticed it’s been getting gradually warmer in here. Someone, I assume myself, left a note for me. It says that my name is Icarus, it says that I’ve been stuck here for awhile all alone, and that I need to find my way back home somehow. Hm. Apparently there was a chance of fires, no fires to be found in the ship. There’s instruction on how to turn everything on, I obviously succeeded, as I am able to record this. Uh stuff about lost crewmates, spacesuits, uh… There’s something potentially very dangerous in the payload dock I should get rid of. Some more instruction on flying this thing, though not quite as informative as I'd like it to be. Not much on how exactly I might land this thing if I make it that far. The note also says that there’s something called a radio that voices come out of, but when I messed with it, it was just a sort of unpleasant noise that played forever. There’s a lot of audio thingies around, I figured out how to make them play using this machine thing. None seem to be from past transmissions, which is very helpful. Mostly it’s just songs and collections of random noises. I’m recording these too, because who knows? I might just lose my memory again and need to know stuff. My primary objective right now is to turn around, but uh, the directions left for me don’t seem to be working. I can’t seem to get the engine started, but I'm working on it. Anyways, uh I should get back to it. It says here I should end these by saying, ‘See you later, spacefarers’. So uh, yeah.
Transmission 048

Posted on December 12th, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus is about to enter the light and says what might be his final goodbyes

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe. That light at the end of the tunnel is nearly all I can see. I feel like I could reach out my hand to it, and become part of it. After I finish recording this, I will be turning off all electronics. Perhaps then, there won’t be more fire to greet me on the other side. Everything is slower, minutes feel like days. Hours feel like years. I can feel myself getting so much closer to somewhere else, but the truth keeps me from getting anywhere. I keep hoping to wake up in tomorrow but today never ends. The present holds you still, while the past haunts you, and the future gives you enough hope to suffer through another day. But as much as I want to quit, I just can’t, because I know this is a universal feeling. I can hear it in every song. There’s much more to music than notes, there’s a certain feeling needed to give it its power. That feeling comes from the pain of loneliness and of loss, as well as the joy of life and love. I do not remember much of humans, but if I resonate so strongly with their spirit, surely I must be one too. And if I am human I am one with all humans. Perhaps that means we all share a soul. If that is true then even if I do not survive this, I will still live on. I will live on through the collective consciousness of the cosmos. If there ever was anyone listening, I will live on through you. They played that song again, I think I misheard it the first time, because when I heard it today I couldn’t hear anything else except, “All in all is all we are” See you later, spacefarers."
Transmission 003

Posted on August 17th, 2022. Duplicate sound with different captioning posted on August 18th, 2022.

TRANSCRIPT: \*Audio focused on the signal with only minor background noise, still incoherent, feels very rhythmical, like a loop.\*

MESSAGE ATTACHED: “I received this signal at 2:19 AM EST. The transmission is highly unusual. In my many years involved with radio and satellite transmissions, I have never heard anything quite like this. This heavily distorted voice appears to be repeating a looped phrase nonstop. The message is so far unclear. What is particularly unusual is that the signal is traveling extremely quickly through radio waves, even being occasionally audible on many radio stations for less than a second. This is how I was alerted to it initially. The signal seems to be local and I can only seem to pick it up for less than a minute, usually between 12-4 AM. I believe this is a satellite signal and I am certain that the audio is of a person speaking. This is an extremely strange phenomena, to say the least. I have done my best to mix out the radio noise, but I am not sure what to do about the distortion. If anyone knows how to get rid of it, PLEASE REACH OUT!!!!”

2nd MESSAGE ATTACHED: “The audio you are hearing is an unknown signal traveling very quickly through radio channels. After trying to “catch it” for weeks, after a few days recording it I have seemingly lost the signal. But I am currently trying to track down the satellite that I believe is transmitting it. I believe this signal is highly unusual and the message in it is likely very important. Only very sophisticated technology could produce this type of signal. The message appears to be on loop but is too distorted to make out, if anyone knows how to fix this, please reach out."
Transmission 031

Posted on November 23rd, 2022.

SUMMARY: Icarus boosts the signal so he can still receive radio signals with some helpful jury rigging and enjoys staticky music.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the universe! Things are generally only getting worse up here, but what else is new? Tried again to get the navigation equipment back running, and I thought I had done it when it started to light up, but then it almost immediately died and the emergency lights turned back on, meaning the battery is real low. At least I figured out how to turn those off a few weeks ago now. I admit I've been losing some faith in the Universe, but she did give me one last blessing today. The radio has gotten to the point of being nearly unlistenable, but I swear on everything, the very last song I could really hear decently well above the static sounds of my dreams dying was not only a 'banger', as Station Manager King Kyle would say, but it was also surprisingly helpful. Couldn’t hear who the artist was, but the chorus is like, “And we drove all through the neighborhood just sittin' in a car all day tryna find a radio and we wrapped both hands in tinfoil pointed at the window frame tryna find a radio” Foil, of course! I’ve been using a giant foil blanket on particularly cold nights, Which is every night. I wrapped it around the little antenna I had to make to connect to the much bigger one on the outside of the ship, and sure enough, listen to this! Still not the clearest, and sure not to last long, But I'm making the most out of every song while I can. Recording as much as possible with my increasingly limited tape supply. But that’s ok, I'll just get some more when I get back home. Yeah, home. "Hard to express when the world is listening, hard when you're sure the world is not." See you later, spacefarers."
Transmission 036

Posted on November 30th, 2022.

SUMMARY: Icarus mentions how the radio signal is slowing coming back and reveals a new tune.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe! The radio is slowly starting to come back, ensuring we are indeed heading in the right general direction. Still pretty unlistenable, so I made some of my own music for the first time in a bit. Check this out! (plays song) See you later, spacefarers!"
Transmission 013

Posted on October 26th, 2022.

TRANSCRIPT:

"Hello people of the universe! (line is repeated through audio device) I’m having a lot of fun messing around with this audio recorder thing. (more looped speech) I mean, don’t worry, I'm still very much focused on the whole 'Getting this ship back running and heading towards whatever direction it came from' plan. But I think everyone needs a hobby to distract themselves from their work, or their missing coworkers, or their fairly imminent doom. Ok, maybe the last two aren’t quite universal. But you get the point, we all need a little break with something else to direct our entire attention towards. From what I can tell from the community college radio programmers, There's lots of hobbies one can enjoy- Um programming radio, for one, sounds very fun. I mean, I'm not the most knowledgeable about music, not the most knowledgeable on most things it seems, but I would love to learn more. I mean I'm absolutely in love with most of the songs they play throughout the day. It sounds amazing and like nothing I've ever heard, just song after song. and well, it inspired me actually to create something of my own on this little audio recorder thing. I don't know it's stupid but it's probably the most fun I've had since... well I guess it's the most fun thing I can remember. That's sad. Here's the little beat thing I made. \*music consisting of whirs and beeps loops\* Yeah, that probably sounds terrible, but you know, I'm just learning, you know, I'm just messing around and it's fun. What were we talking about? Hobbies? Yeah they're fun. I'd like to try out more. Uh what is there? sports sounds intriguing, Bunch of people in a pit or something fighting each other because of a ball? To be honest, I kind of tune the sports stuff out. I have no idea what a football is, or why you apparently play it with your hands. Uh there’s other hobbies that I'd like to check out too someday, Like studying, that must be a fun one since there’s a lot of studying-related activities the radio voices keep talking about. I think there’s something to this music thing, I’m becoming quite impassioned with this strange device. I guess that makes sense, considering I apparently made it. And speaking of which, it’s time to get back to the distraction. So, see ya later spacefarers. I'm trying a new conclusion thing, Is that good? See ya later spacefarers? I like it."
No Title - transmission 009

Posted on October 22nd, 2022.

**Summary:**

Icarus tells us about what he has learned about the community college 'base', with much misunderstanding. He also says that the music is helping him stay sane, and that it sounds foreign but familiar.

**Transcription:**

“Hello people of the universe! Uh… still stuck up here in the middle of endless expanses of nothing. I’m beginning to question the merits of this community college base I pick up on my radio transmitter. What I have assumed so far to be some sort of planetary military training base might not be at all. They have their own president, suggesting a small-scale democracy of some sort. Yet everything seems to be controlled by a select group from the student population, a sort of class-exclusive oligarchy that has at least majority say in what is being broadcasted. There is occasional mention of some higher force that may or may not be listening in, usually referenced in quiet whispers, called the FCC. In case the FCC or anyone else is listening, I am here in peace and do not wish to make enemies due to ignorance. In fact, if you find a way to aid me back to civilization, I’ll become an advocate for whatever you want! I am in no position to have moral integrity. In any case, keep the rockin tunes coming! They’re making this a lot easier to get through. Although the music often sounds entirely foreign, there is a hint of familiarity. I at least understand the language, which has to mean something good.”
Transmission 023

Posted on November 16th, 2022.\*

TRANSCRIPT:

Icarus: "Hello people of the universe! I hate these days when there’s no radio shows, They’ll be back tomorrow but it’s such a bore without them. Being alone with my own thoughts is often frightening too. I just stumble around here dazed and confused like that song Reverend Foster said that Zeppelin band stole. FFVH, playing everything your mother hates! I still can’t really remember anything pertaining to how I ended up in this situation, But some things have come back, albeit quite vaguely. I often remember the most when I'm sleeping, But not a lot sticks when I wake up. I’m usually too busy trying to comfort myself. Shaking off the cold sweat and covering my ears from the reverberations from my screaming. Most nights I dream of fire and fury. Sounds louder than the rage of metal can muster. I remember strong feelings of not only loneliness, But of loss too. Where I feel as cold and empty as the infinite nothing surrounding me, Despite the heat and ash clouding all I see. But sometimes I dream of an endless…blue. An endless blue above and below me, stretching out into eternity. Where I feel as weightless as I do now, Without the feeling of being trapped. But nothing comes close to that rare feeling that someone is there with me. Someone I haven’t lost yet. And sure, someone may say “what is lost can never be saved” But despite all my rage, and despite being just a rat in a cage. I still have hope. I have so much in fact, that I could live in hope. Nobody’s gonna be singing “bye bye Miss American Pie” about me anytime soon, I’ll tell you that, my friends. The music shall live on, and so shall I. See you later, spacefarers."
Transmission 034

Posted on November 28th, 2022.

SUMMARY: An energetic Icarus jerry-rigs the electronics on the ship to charge the spacecrafts battery.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe! I wasn’t sure I’d be able to say that again. I’m definitely starting to understand why I might’ve been a pretty good addition to whatever team effort we had here. Ok so bad news, we ran nearly entirely out of battery. Good news, I figured out how to reverse the wiring in the very microphone I'm speaking to you now with to converting the audio it picks up into a strong enough current to power the ship speakers, which makes the audio input even stronger and turns out to be just enough to charge a ship battery about a quarter of a percent, If you were to again, get the wire current situation just right, which turns out to be just enough to get the control board on for about half a minute. Uh so theoretically, if someone blasted music into the microphone, and then through the speakers into the microphone, then they could potentially turn on the control board just long enough to turn on the main thrusters and thrust the ship in the direction the radio signal came from. Assuming they had come to their senses and realized that to avoid losing radio signal they could just fly in the opposite direction and get it back. The engines being on would also very conveniently charge the battery! To recap: THE SHIP IS BACK RUNNING AND WE’RE BACK ON COURSE! But as much I would like to indulge the ego, at the end of the day, it’s all just loops. Wire current loops, music loops, daily existence loops. Repeating patterns that we grow familiar with over time. They’re quite hard to change sometimes, but if you manage to that’s a success, even if it’s a failure. It’s a success. If it’s not a failure, it’s a double success. If what makes a human how they have evolved from ape, then it is our nature to overcome cycles and adapt to better ways of living. Shoutout Joseph and Rob for that great philosophy debate last Friday! Of course breaking a cycle is hard, It’s how you know real change is happening. I rewired a goddamn communications microphone to power a starship! I used the power of music to put me back on the right course! That may sound corny but I don’t care! I’M COMING HOME! See you later, spacefarers."
Transmission 040

Posted on December 4th, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus reflects on his situation and a possible past lover.

TRANSCRIPT: “Hello people of the universe. Why do I miss a life I never knew? I’ve found myself asking that a lot lately. Most of what I remember from the past hasn’t been very nice. I suppose those brief moments of warmth and love made all that worth it. But what exactly pushed me to want to be so far from everything? Was I searching for something? Or just running away? Sorry to come off so strong right away spacefarers. I promise, I feel alright, but, you know, certain thoughts and feelings just like to linger on. (Icarus sings) In the background. (singing stops) There’s just these past lives, traveling in the dark. Ghosts of love that rip me apart. I wish they could either take me back or make me forget. But my mind reveals new things to me each day. Just earlier I heard this song, and I’m not sure if it was the song itself, or just the feeling that song evokes, but it made me remember a face. And it must have been someone important, as I felt something deeper than I think I ever have. There was a powerful love there. But there was a pain that felt almost as powerful. I wonder if they’re out there somewhere, just waiting for me. They were pretty darn good looking. But alas, now all I am is last night’s dream, tomorrow’s foresight, and shadows reaching for the light. Just remember this, whoever may be listening. “I send a heart to all my dearies, when your life is so so dreary, dream.” See you later, spacefarers.”
Transmission 016

Posted on November 9th, 2022.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the universe. Boy howdy has it been a long day. Haven’t had the energy to do much but think in circles. While I’m sure I’m here by mistake, I can’t help but wonder if it was my doing that put me here. I feel a strong sense of guilt wash over me every time I think about my missing co-workers. Why did I get to live while they are likely dead? Sure, soon I might be too, but what made me deserving of this extra time? What’s even more upsetting is the idea that I might be the one responsible for their disappearance. I don’t feel like I’m the type of person who would willfully harm others, But I also don’t know who I was before waking up here. I feel nauseous all day, I can barely eat, I can barely sleep, I can barely get up off the cold metal and get anything done. Anytime I try and be productive I just end up staring off into space. I feel like that line in the song the radio people played the other day, the one that goes, “there’s a freight train running through the middle of my head”. I think the singer had a different meaning in mind, but it still applies well here. I’m still fighting as hard as I can to stay alive and find home though. I just hope tomorrow will be better. See ya later, spacefarers."
Transmission 047

Posted on December 11th, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus sees a "light at the end of the tunnel" and theorizes it may be what erased his memory.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe. I think I may know what has been causing time to slow. We’re coming upon an end of sorts. Perhaps the beginning of something else. Here in the middle of the vast, all-consuming darkness, there suddenly appears a light at the end of a tunnel. I expect we’ll reach it around this time tomorrow. The radio signal is stronger than ever. I know this is the right way back home. Seeing as I don’t remember much from about this point on, this is definitely acting on instinct. But there really isn’t any other option than this one possible point of escape. And speaking of memory, if I really did come through there, then it’s possible that I lost my memories in that process. After considering that possibility, I have decided to write down everything I think could be of some use to a future me that can no longer remember present me. I hope it will be enough. But more so, I hope I retain what I have managed to bring back in me. I hope that if I do manage to get back, that I'll be able to tell my story. How sad would a story be to end like this? Or worse, to start after the best parts? But what point is there in worrying about memories in such a way? Why should I be so presumptuous to think myself deserving of such a thing as a legacy? What hero am I, when it was other people that gave me enough resolve to keep going? The radio hosts and their unique personalities, the musicians that created all the music, the memories of loved ones from long ago. Without them, I wouldn’t have had the will to accomplish any of this. May they continue to guide me. For now, I think I'm going to turn the radio back on, and keep “basking in the glow of something bigger I don’t know”. I’d forgotten how beautiful light could be in all this darkness. See you later, spacefarers."
Icarus's Spacesuit

Icarus has a USSR spacesuit. In transmission 25, he says he will use it when he opens the airlock, just in case.

Icarus describes his space suit as being fully red, with a flag on the sleeve. The flag is red with yellow tools in the corner. A yellow star is above the tools. The flag perfectly matches the flag of the Soviet Union, in use in different forms between 1923-1991. However, no red space suit, deriving from the Soviet Union or any other country, seems to have existed.
Akalyon

**Akalyon**, also known as **Akalyon the Great**, or **Akalyon Tushgankar**, was the founder of the Greater Korvat and led the Parshan Tolyon Armada during the last crusade of Ishtalzar.

He is considered to be the founder of the Iryanki Empire and is also part of the Iron Pantheon, even though he died before Iryanka became the Spacefaring Empire it is nowadays.
Transmission 045

Posted on December 9th, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus explains his feelings of sadness and and expresses some worries on busy work.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe. I don’t know why, but I'm feeling a bit low today. We’re still making progress with getting back, but it’s hard to know if you’re really even moving sometimes. With everything else being so far away, there’s nothing you can really use as a marker. Strangely though, I think a big factor in my present mood is from sending out the music yesterday. There’s a brief satisfaction after the fact that you’ve finally completed a work of art, but then once you send it out there, it’s like it doesn’t really belong to you anymore. Not that anyone else likely heard it or will ever hear it, but still. After that brief moment of completion, that itch comes back again. The kind of itch that only a new project can scratch. And so, I've started work on a more full collection of songs. Nothing to show off yet, but I might actually start singing in future ones. I think it’s good, to always be working towards something bigger. I’ve obviously got something else much, much bigger to work towards here, but it’s nice to have smaller goals that help towards that one. I’m just so beyond ready to never see this spaceship again, and live out the rest of my days making music. Maybe I can get a show on the community college radio station. If Bradley can get two, surely I can get one. But uh, maybe it’s best not to get my hopes up too much. I just have to keep going, one day at a time, even in a land with no sun. (to the tune of “The Sunshine” by Manchester Orchestra) “And that’s alright. Alright with me. Oh that’s alright.” See you later, spacefarers.
Locations

**Locations** are a content construct shown throughout all things. They are various places set in different world consisting of several countries. Every location span over many climatic zones, from deserts and exotic islands to tundra, and has different landscapes - mountain ranges seemingly being very common.

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—About Locations.

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Transmission 021

Posted on November 14th, 2022.

**Summary:**

Icarus tells us about his work on the control board and possibility of repairing the engine of the ship. He tells us of a book he cannot decipher, mostly, but that it has diagrams that look like the control board. He tells us about his concerns with using the things, knowing that he needs to repair much more and needs confidence in what controls what. He has disabled the lights to save what energy there is.

**Transcription:**

“Hello people of the universe! I might have made some progress in fixing the engine controls. I’ve been trying to decipher this small book I found for forever now. I found it soon after waking up but it was basically entirely incomprehensible. Just words I don’t understand and diagrams I can’t decipher, mostly. I’ve been trying to compare some of these diagrams to the wiring in the control board and have been mostly unsuccessful in finding matches, but emphasis on the word “mostly” my friends. Because while not a perfect match, I did find a diagram with quite a lot of crossover with one section of the controls. That section being some of the control board lights that wouldn’t turn on earlier, and some lights in the cabin here. And while it was nice seeing my living environment in much more light than these distant stars provide, I quickly turned them off to save battery. But much more excitingly, I believe I have rewired the controls to the actual engine. This thing has to fly somehow, and I feel like I'm getting close. I just need to try and turn it on. The problem with that is that while I’m moving slowly enough through space, I am still moving. And if I turn on that engine for even a moment, this ship will start moving a lot faster. And I still don’t quite know which direction I should be going. For all I know, navigation instructions are in this book, but they can’t help if I can’t read them. I’m holding back on trying it for now though, as in addition to not knowing where to go, I also do not have much confidence in anything else working as they would need to. Plus, even if I managed to shoot off in the right direction and made it back to anywhere, that airlock is still open and would make for more rough a re-entry than I think we can handle. I’ve been holding back on fixing the door controls, because I’m not sure which door is which on the control board here. And while my suit seems to be fully functional, I’m not quite ready to risk all that can go wrong if the door from my cabin here opens into the part of the ship fully open to the endless darkness outside. I have no idea how much oxygen I have for one, And I don’t exactly want to risk having all of the precious supply leave the room. And speaking of not being able to breathe, I’m gonna get back to the radio to distract myself out of this panic rising within me. I think the classical music hour is starting soon. That will be nice. See you later, spacefarers.”
Transmission 035

Posted on November 29th, 2022.

SUMMARY: Icarus reflects on his depression and reveals there to a gun on the ship. However, he promises to be back tomorrow.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe. Things are still going well up here with the ship back running and all! I still have a limited fuel supply and an unknown distance ahead of me, so it’s not all full speed ahead here, but we’re definitely making a lot of progress. Um, I feel like I should probably talk about something I was thinking a lot about before I somehow managed to turn this around here. I’ve been doing my best to stay hopeful and brave in the face of everything, but I want to be honest and say that I didn’t really believe it much of the time, especially this past week or so. I don’t know if there’s anyone out there listening, but I felt like I had to hold out and always stay positive, just in case. I never wanted to unload my personal problems on others. I didn’t want to hurt or disappoint anyone. For a bit there, I was honestly hoping there was nobody listening. That way, no one would ever know I was here, And if I wanted to leave…nothing would stop me. I haven't really mentioned this before, partially because I only recently remembered what it was, and partially because I didn't want to cause anyone any concern. But…there's a gun on this ship. It's got three barrels and a blade sticking out the bottom. Bit overkill if you ask me, but it's better than underkill I guess. I didn’t think I wanted to use it, but at a certain point, it seemed preferable to all the things that could go wrong, and could still go wrong. I felt the weight of that weapon in my hands, and just held it, for hours, until it became just another piece of cold metal in a place made out of cold metal. For all the horrible visions I have of whatever life I had, I can never seem to shake that feeling I got when I heard “We Belong Together”, It wasn’t even really the song, but the feeling of warmth I felt from being so close to whoever I share that memory with. Suddenly, I realized that I was the warmest thing for how ever many million miles it is to the nearest star, and that if I used that piece of cold metal, it would make me just as cold as it. I wanted to hold on so desperately to humanity that I almost forgot I was human too. I tried so hard to get back to who I was and I almost lost myself again. And I don’t know if those feelings are gone for good, I can’t promise such a thing. But I can promise that I'll be back tomorrow, and that seems like a good start. See you later spacefarers. I will see you later.
Transmission 029

Posted on November 21st, 2022.

SUMMARY: Icarus states his concern with all that is happening on the spacecraft and plays a new song.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the universe. I’m not feeling great still with the guilt of four missing people and the strong unnerving feeling I get thinking about what’s in the payload dock. Uh, I made another sample loop song thing. I’ve been making more drum noises by hitting random stuff. It’s been quite cathartic. Here’s the track, and a preliminary See you later, spacefarers." (plays song)
Four Bags

In transmission 012, Icarus identifies four bags of personal belongings. They contain the following:

Jason, containing a book called *Tinker, Tailor, Soldier Spy*; a diamond ring, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a locket with a picture of a couple,

Heracles, containing a toothbrush, toothpaste, and two pictures featuring the same man with different women,

Theseus, containing a KJV Bible, toothbrush, toothpaste, and reading glasses,

Icarus, containing a book called 'Stranger in a Strange Land', toothbrush, toothpaste, and a handmade device that records and loops audio.

Through comparison, this is how Icarus identifies himself as Icarus.
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Transmission Links

**Early Transmissions/Distress Signal**

* Transmission 001
* Transmission 002
* Transmission 003
* [No Title - Transmission 003]
* Transmission 004
* Transmission 005
* Transmission 006
* Transmission 006 [2]
* [No Title - Transmission 006]
* Transmission 007
* [No Title - 'Game is Over']

**Messages to Spacefarers**

* transmission 008
* [No Title - transmission 009]
* transmission 010
* [No Title - transmission 011]
* transmission 012
* transmission 013
* transmission 014
* transmission 015
* ['The satellite signal has been jammed']
* transmission 016
* transmission 017
* transmission 018
* transmission 019
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* transmission 028
Transmission 006

Posted on September 9th, 2022. Duplicate with different caption posted September 18th, 2022.

TRANSCRIPT: \*SOS, repeated in Morse Code\*

MESSAGE ATTACHED: “This is a distress signal transmitting from an abandoned Soviet satellite. This is the first time this signal was transmitted to my knowledge, as the only thing heard previously was a different, heavily-distorted audio playing on a loop. I am very unsure how an SOS signal is being transmitted through a satellite that hasn’t been active since the fall of the USSR. There was some speculation of secret Soviet space missions that failed and were kept hidden from the public. My best guess is that this is a delayed signal from one of those missions. In any case, this is highly unusual and I will be documenting any further developments here. Thank you for your continued interest.”
Transmission 50

Posted on December 18th, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus's ship finally runs out of fuel, he jury rigs a system to keep the steering wheel steered left. Icarus also starts to regain his love for music.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe. I have no idea if there’s anybody who can hear this, so right now I'm wondering if this is a waste of time. There was no mention of anyone listening in the note, but by addressing the people of the Universe, maybe that means there are? I’m not sure what to hope for honestly. I’d really like it if someone could hear this and save me, but uh I might be too far gone already. So maybe it’s for the best if nobody is listening. It’s strangely nice to feel like I'm talking to someone though. I think the engine is completely out of fuel. None of the uh thrusters? are turning on. I messed around with the steering system a bit, and I have something rigged up to hold it all the way to the left. It doesn’t seem to do much without the thrusters on, but it is very slowly pulling the ship left. The primary concern is whether or not I can turn around in time so as to not burn to death. I wouldn’t say it’s too warm yet, but the temperature is definitely rising. I feel kind of helpless honestly, as there doesn’t seem to be much more to do. As much as I would’ve liked Before Me to record his daily observations, I am grateful for the music he left behind. They’ve been nice company, even though most of them seem to start part way into the song. I like that one that goes, “Everyone wants me to ride into the sun but I ain't gonna go down laying low again, high on the sound” Feels fitting. Anyways, see you later, spacefarers. Has a nice ring to it honestly. Wish me luck!"
Transmission 018

Posted on November 11th, 2022.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the universe! Things are looking up here in the far reaches of space! I managed to get the control board to light up. Mostly anyway, there’s one section I still can’t seem to turn on. But what does this mean, you might ask? Nothing…not really anyway. The lights are mostly a cosmetic thing, and I have them off right now to save battery. But, it confirms on some level that I'm heading in the right direction. For someone with no memory of learning how to do this all, The fact that progress is being made is nothing short of a miracle, I think. And speaking of memory, some things are starting to come back. I find it mostly happens when they’re playing older music on the radio. Like earlier today, John, aka ‘DJ Johnny B. Goode,’ played a song that put me in tears. I don’t know what it was about it that broke me, but from the first notes I was taken back to somewhere…warm. The song was called “We Belong Together” by Ritchie Valens. Usually when they play love songs, I feel a certain loneliness more extreme than normal. I look at those pictures from my former co-workers and wonder why I didn’t have a picture with any beautiful woman beside me. But with this song, I almost felt like someone was there with me. Maybe this song was part of a shared love from long ago. And when it was over, the loneliness didn’t come back. Instead, I felt a renewed passion to keep going. It made me think maybe there’s someone to go back to. See ya later, spacefarers."
Transmission 038

Posted on December 2nd, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus learns more information on Earth and ponders what the wealthy will do with space.

TRANSCRIPT: “Hello people of the universe! I’ve learned a lot about the planet that that community college base is on. Apparently it is called Earth, which is a beautiful name. They just hit a pretty important milestone it seems. Apparently the planet’s population has hit eight billion people. I can’t even fathom a number that large. You know, I bet I could sit here and count every single star I see and the number still wouldn’t even come close to that. I should know, because I’ve tried that already. There isn’t too much to do around here sometimes, except literally stare off into space. I lost track around 300 or so last time I counted. Anyway, the radio people seemed to be concerned about the eight billion thing. They were debating whether this is a sign of overpopulation, or whether the planet is fine with that amount of people and more, it’s just that a few people are hoarding all the resources for themselves. Something about a Bozo and a Muskrat. I don’t really know enough to say either way, but it greatly upset me to hear that there are so many people who don’t have much food, or a place to live. Especially when those very few have tons of houses and everything they could ever want. I mean, how do you enjoy any of that without thinking of all the people who need it? Apparently Bozo and Muskrat want to go to space too. Well, I hope they do. Maybe they’ll see how small they are. Maybe they’ll look down at Earth like I hope to someday, and realize that there’s not much out here. Maybe they’ll learn to appreciate how important their limited resources are. Maybe they’ll even learn to share it. I imagine that it must be nice, to be able to help people, to give what you can to those who need it more. Well, congratulations Earth. All I ask is that you make the place nice for me when I finally get there. See you later spacefarers.”
Transmission 043

Posted on December 7th, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus discusses his excitement with possibly going home and making contact with Earth.

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe! Since we seem to still be heading the right way, I'm actually feeling positive enough to let myself wonder what it'll be like when I get to Earth. At some point, I think I'll definitely be close enough for someone there to be able to hear these, which means I should probably start taking these more seriously... but then Earth wouldn't know me for my astonishing wit and charm! So, assuming I'll be rescued by people who have heard these, I'm wondering what they'll think of me. Will they be happy to see me again after so long? Or will they maybe think I killed my crewmates and sabotaged whatever mission we had going on here? Hm. I'm hoping for the former. At least, let's try and go over everything together. Because honestly, I'd really like to know what all went down to get to this point too. I'm sure it was an accident at least. And I think one could make a good argument that I've definitely already served a good amount of time in a prison of sorts. I just want to-" (Icarus starts singing) "Spread my winds, and fly away, to a place that I long for. And my heart will be the pathway. I'm searching for a love that's evermore." (Singing stops) "I'm sure there will be a lot of people, I mean, my situation here seems pretty special. A little man in a medium spaceship on the giant vacuum of space! A man who has flown a starship across the Universe divide! A traveler lost to space and time! The Prodigal Son returned! There's some fun stories in that Bible, although I'm still not quite ready to uh hump it. Oh and imagine the music I'll get the make when I get down there! Triumphant! Uplifting! Otherworldly! I think I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself here. Although I will say, I'm already quite fond of the music I'm making now. Alright God. If you're out there in whatever form or fashion that may be, let's make a pact, me and you. Are you listening? If you don't move, I swear to you I'm gonna make you. See you later, spacefarers."
Transmission 033

Posted on November 27th, 2022.

SUMMARY: A crestfallen Icarus cries while singing

TRANSCRIPT: (“Walking the Cow” by Daniel Johnston plays.) \*Icarus sings along while audibly crying.\* “Try to remember, but my feelings can't know for sure. Tried to reach out but it's gone. Lucky stars in your eyes I am walking the cow I really don't know how I came here I really don't know why I'm staying here. Oh, oh, oh I am walking the cow. \*Icarus cries and breaths shakily\* Tried to point my finger. But the wind was blowing me around In circles. Circles. Lucky stars in your eyes. I am walking the cow I really don't know what I have to fear I really don't know what I have to care. Oh, oh, oh. I am walking the cow." Lucky stars \*Icarus stops singing, song continues to play while Icarus cries quietly\*
Transmission 042

Posted on December 6th, 2022

SUMMARY: Icarus announces his newest song *Lazy and Hazy*

TRANSCRIPT: "Hello people of the Universe! I think I found the final piece to this collection of songs I'm making. It's called "Lazy and Hazy" because that's just how it's been lately. Although blasting this over the ship speakers while testing more control board stuff was strangely motivating. Anyways, see you later spacefarers! (Lazy and Hazy plays until the end of the transmission)
Transmission 012

Posted on October 25th, 2022.

TRANSCRIPT: “Hello people of the universe. Turns out getting a spaceship that’s clearly seen better days back working enough to fly anywhere is pretty difficult when you don’t have much of a memory. I assume I was some sort of engineer because I've managed to improve a few things through muscle memory I guess. There’s some guides here but it’s unsurprisingly quite dense and difficult to interpret despite my natural affinity to the language itself. Whatever education I've had clearly did not stick so easily. I am gradually making more sense of this all, so I will continue to chase this impossibility. I just have to look at the glass as half full…or uh bag half full I guess. What is mostly on my mind however, is the fact that, well… I did not start this mission alone. There’s a couple personal items I've found belonging to various names. There’s four bags, with a different name on the side of each. One belongs to a Jason. That bag contains: a book called Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy a diamond ring, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a locket with a picture of a very striking couple. One belongs to a Heracles: That bag contains: a toothbrush, toothpaste, and two pictures, both featuring the same man, but with different women in each. One belongs to a Theseus: That bag contains: a book called the King James Bible, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a pair of reading glasses. And the last bag belongs to Icarus: That bag contains: a book called Stranger in a Strange Land, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a small, seemingly handmade electronic device that records and loops audio. Well, from what I can tell in my reflection I don’t quite look like anyone in the photos, and since I don’t seem to need glasses, by process of elimination I suppose that makes me Icarus. I do not know what became of those three other men, I hope they are safe and sound somewhere, Although I somehow doubt it."
Transmission 002

Posted on August 16th, 2022

TRANSCRIPT: \*Scattered radio transmissions, slightly more focused\*

MESSAGE ATTACHED: “I received this signal at 3:36 AM EST. The transmission is mysteriously traveling through the radio channels. It is extremely distorted, but with my limited audio technical skills I have managed to narrow in on the sound more. I believe the audio under the distortion is of a human speaking. I can’t make out any words so far, but the rhythm of it feels very distinctly human. I am so far unsure what this signal could be, as I have never heard anything like it. I have chosen to remain anonymous for this reason. I am no expert, so any advice on removing the radio noise and/or distortion would be greatly appreciated.”