It’s been a shitty delivery so far. A patch of BTs, endless timefall, and a goddamn MULE camp. Can’t a guy ever catch a fuckin’ break?

My cargo has taken damage and I’ve been carrying all day with no rest. I don’t see any way to wait out this shitstorm other than to take refuge in a nearby cave. Of course, as soon as I sit down, somebody else walks in.

“Fuckin’ Christ…” I mutter. “Who the hell are you?”