Two hundred dead, eleven achievements, another storm on its way with the generator just spooling up,…

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Two hundred dead, eleven achievements, another storm on its way with the generator just spooling up, and there’s serious civil unrest getting in the way of group survival due to that greatest of indignities, soup.

To be fair, I think I would start acting irrationally too if I came off a double shift in the accident factory when it’s seventy below outside and came home to a bowl of boiled whatever