you’re standing in my workshop. and by workshop i mean a derelict interplanetary transport that’s been roughly divided into living & working areas. the space is claustrophilic. packed, but not cramped.

there’s a big critter standing by the airlock.. hey, that’s me!

the walls are covered floor to ceiling with drawings, blueprints and a bigass tool rack.

square in the middle is my workbench. this is where the good shit happens.

underneath is the junk drawer where scrapped or outdated projects are kept. stuff that i’m not interested in any more, but that i can’t bring myself to throw out.

tucked away in the corner is my terminal. you can use that to see what i’ve been up to lately.

and at the far end is what’s left of the cockpit.