Use your finger to slice pretenders
Traitors get spaced. That’s the rule. Once the airlock seals and the void claims them, don’t expect happy endings. What you do with the rats is your call—vent ’em, lock ’em up, toss ’em into the cold dark. But slip up three times? Let three live? Game over. No second cha...nces. Stay sharp. Watch your crew. Trust nobody. Miss a traitor breathing, and you’ll be the one gasping for air.
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