I've been here over a year.

[Blackarachnia's sitting somewhere out in the junkpile toying with a butterfly knife, flicking it open and closed over and over again as she contemplates the glowing coming from her glyph. Who knew that she'd be forced to stay on this primative slag heap for this long? Then again... she lost count of how long she had been on that mudball.

At least this place has been an improvement.]

...I guess this slag heap isn't that bad. It beats the last planet I was stranded on anyway.