The Hunger is on our fucking doorstop, it's already got the astral and celestial planes, if my guess is right and half of us don't even remember what we're trying to fight. There's no way we can run, the ship isn't an option anymore.
Short of a miracle, we're toast
[Maybe that shouldn't be so easy to say, but he's tired. Dying seems like a less horrifying option than going back to running.]
Don't like, worry about it though, It's a problem for later.
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Short of a miracle, we're toast
[Maybe that shouldn't be so easy to say, but he's tired. Dying seems like a less horrifying option than going back to running.]
Don't like, worry about it though,
It's a problem for later.