Even if the world did end, five men is far too many to handle. Isn't it? Since the Final War, I've been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well
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Even if the world did end, five men is far too many to handle. Isn't it? Since the Final War, I've been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well
These men killed mine, and for that, they have to die Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam's camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own prob
Outclassed. Outplayed. Outmatched. After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to chang