You drop the token into the Space Trip machine, and there is a whooshing sound as your vision grows dim. After a few seconds, you hear a beeping from your wrist, and you look down to see some sort of high-tech looking communicator device.
Message from First Officer Zarfbob Westinghouse:
Greetings, Captain, and welcome aboard the ICP Worldtrekker!
I'm First Officer Fipnorg Dunn, at your service.
A few days ago, NAMBLA scientists picked up a strange reading on their scanners -- a space-time anomaly radiating pure Evil throughout the entire galaxy. The Evil is increasing in intensity at an alarming, exponential rate, and it has been determined that 52 galactic weeks from now the levels of Evil will be sufficient to make the entire galaxy explode in a very, very unpleasant manner.
Your mission, which you will soon see you have no choice but to accept, is to seek out the source of this Evil, and put a stop to it.
If you run out of gas or run too low on crew you will also have the option to:
Send a distress call to the NAMBLA
if you are low on gas you receive 10 gas and the message:
Message from First Officer Blorfnort Stipe:
Captain, the Goldripper has received your distress signal, and dispatched a rescue ship with a can of gas. Unfortunately, the pilot of the ship demanded a X Crab tip before he would give us the gas.
Despite your valiant efforts, the Source reached a frenzy of Evil so intense that the entire galaxy was blown into smaller-than-galaxy-sized pieces and scattered through the cold, uncaring reaches of the universe.
Millenia from now, astronomers from other galaxies will notice a little bright spot in their telescopes, and say to themselves "Huh. Wonder what that's all about."
Your ship was blown to bits by hostile aliens, and there were no survivors.
On the bright side, you and your crew were only mourned for X weeks, at which point all of your friends and family were destroyed in a massive, galaxy-shattering explosion of pure Evil.
You mothball the ICP Worldtrekker and you and your crew retire to the pleasure planet Farrafaucetus Fornicatus XI, where you have a grand old time for X weeks, at which point the entire galaxy explodes.
If there were any history books left, rest assured that you would have gone down in them as the worst Captain the NAMBLA ever knew.