Careless Talk

"You pace the deck anxiously as you wait for the chaplain to finish his current appointment. The skies above are a gloomy grey--not foreboding enough for a storm, too grim to be considered cheery. The green-blue smoke from the engines rises up into the atmosphere, further clouding the air. You breathe in and out, steadily. You've been in worse frights, but are hard-pressed to think of them now.

Nothing to do now but wait, you suppose."

(A brief conversation game about fear, prejudice, and trust. Cover art adapted from an image from the National Archives of the United Kingdom. Testing by Sergio.)

Content warning: Homophobia in a military context; mild slurs