an abandoned space station sits in the orbit of an equally abandoned planet. ventilation system's are -checks- down. the station's hanger doors dont seem to respond to the controls i found. the lift doesnt work. i had to climb down the three floors of this station to find the control room. nothing works. nothing moves.
im taking the place.
it's going to be a hell of a fix up, but this place, it's the best location. it calls out to me. i smell blood, murder, in these walls. i smell fear, sweat, the toxic stench of the hunted. yes, the hunted. i hear them, i smell them, i feel them crawling along my skin. yes, this will be my base. this will be where my hands stretch out to grab their cold, lifeless souls. this, this will be my home.
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