- Council member
- Scientist
- Pilots
- Agent
- Chef
- Construction/Engineer
- Entertainer
- Assistant
- Janitor
- Expendable
Let's face it, the earth is fucked.
All those repeated deadlines from the past few decades have been crossed and crossed again. It became near necessary for the overpopulating human race to find new planets to find home on. Expeditions are led by politicians. The smart are recruited to be scientists, the strong for security. and the rich to lead for whatever reason. Everyone else? Well, you either find something you're useful at or just stay on earth. The economy will get better eventually, right?
"Thank you for considering the Vanaheim expedition. Organized by acclaimed politician, Cassidy Ellis."
The loudspeaker repeats that for the 6th time since you've entered. The line in Ellis' office is so long that it took 30 minutes for you to reach the front offices. 30 minutes well-spent, though. This planet is doomed whether you like it or not. You're led to a private office to begin your appointment.
"Hello and welcome to the Vanaheim sign-up process. My name is Pheobe; I'll be your lead. We'll start with full government name, age, basic body measurements, and then I'll allow you to decide which job you want to take." Pheobe says, very automated and bored. She shows you a brochure with each job's description.
"So. your name?"