ShiftKnife Posted September 14, 2017 Report Share Posted September 14, 2017 “You’ll hold until the ice melts.” That's what came down the pipe after the third retrieval call. Bastard. It’s been a week since we last saw him, that smug piece of shit. That grin on his fucking lips - he knew retrieval would be impossible but he sent us anyway. Klendathu. Centennia. Omega. A thousand losses in between. Millions dead. The number’s rising every day - though really, what does a hundred more dead matter here in this frozen waste? Humanity is on the brink of extinction, and here we are, killing each other for the scraps. 1 Link to comment
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