Focusing on storytelling, Quest tells every second month a different adventure of invited guests and acts. The stories are illustrated and imagined for every 6 episodes by a different designer. Tune in for dimension travels between underwater rides, sci-fi melancholia & haunted houses.

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A mysterious ornament was discovered during orbit sampling of planetary system 1210. After numerous investigations by the Star Research Federation, it was discovered that the artefact can be operated by stimulation with a clear crystal needle. To the surprise of the scientists, manipulating the object generated sound frequencies that could be translated using complex procedures.

The transcription is subject to extreme secrecy:

Logbook 37XX21

The sky is darkening. The humming makes the ground and air vibrate. What the high priest predicted has come true. They have come with giant machines from Galaxy 3000NX. They will take everything from us.

Logbook 37XX22

The high priest has fallen. My family has fallen. The citadel is destroyed. I must hide. I want to mourn, but there is no time. The high priest entrusted me with the last sound recordings. I must manage to get them into orbit.

Logbook 37XX23

There is no longer any way to go to the surface. The Pioneers are patrolling all land masses. We are hiding in the ancient tunnel systems. There are only 5 of us left. We are the last rebellion, the only ones who can still warn the others.

Logbook 37XX24

They found us. They bombed our last refuge with the Quantity Laser. Three died on impact. Bot4982's legs were torn apart. I didn't want to leave him behind. But we couldn't go any further. He begged me to keep running, to keep fighting. It's not far to the orbit transmitter. I have to make it!

Logbook 37XX25

The transmitter is heavily guarded. I'm hiding behind a destroyed ornament. They're buzzing around me in the darkness, trying to locate me. With their sync, they can monitor the entire area. I'll have to fight my way through.

Logbook 37XX26

This is my last entry. I'm seriously injured. I was able to take some of them with me, with my pitch fader. But it wasn't enough. I can see the transmitter before my eyes. I have to do this for them, I have to do this for 1210, for our sound. Someone has to warn the rest. Otherwise, they will digitise the entire universe. I crawl forward slowly and feel my last breath. With my last ounce of strength, I place the carrier in the orbit transmitter. Everything goes black before my eyes. I am the last VinylBot.