there's something terrible about how intently the other animals watch your progress no matter how many have already bought it. cause this time its gonna work! right?
beat a city with no hospitals. cleared the city and put the best and brightest on the chopper knowing the others were doomed to collapse due to illness
from the minute I start a map to about the time I suppress the first emitter my system is always hungry for energy which translates to a hunger for space. perhaps hunger is also what drives the creeper?
Seconds before I could position my blasters to suppress the last emitter my time goes over the hour mark and survival mode engages. As I watch my victory turn to dust before me it is as though the good people at knuckle cracker had reached across the void of the internet and cried out "Go do something productive."