Ship.... down. Repeat, ship is down on a frosaken world.
Hull compromised.
Systems failing.
They left me for dead.
The surface is.... crawling. Endless waves of vicious pixel-art monstrosities.
They keep coming. They.... they overwhelm me.
But... something is wrong. Death isn't the end here. It is... fuel. Every time they tear me apart, I'm... reborn.
I can feel the power building. A storm is brewing inside me.