We return to a familiar scene. 4 dudes in the infirmary, deathly ill with the PLAGUE.
Uh oh, see ya buddy.
Oops.
forget.
At least they got nice sarcophaguses. The wood will rot and stink up the place probably, but that's a problem for future me.
HOW YA FEELIN JEB?
HOW'S IT FEEL TO BE THE SOLE SURVIVOR?
Anyway, we stabilize at this point. Things are kinda alright, despite 3 losses. No doctor means trouble for the future, but I'm sure we won't need-
CHEESE PERFORMS THE LIFE SAVING SURGERY, SUCCEEDING WITH A 3.9% CHANCE.
We clean up the base, and take stock. Everyone is super down about their friends dying, even Torin, who is a piece of stuff.
What the answer to this mood problem?
DRUGS. SPACE COCAINE TO THE RESCUE. Superior Race loves cocaine
almost 7 times more than he's upset that his friend died. That's real power.