It's the year 2031, December 23rd. Far up north in the Yukon, Gulag #18. Gunner is laying on a bed, which he has to share with 4 other people, after a 32 hour work shift. He can hear the relentless icy wind. -62 degrees with windchill. But the wind is not enough to drown this voice. The voice which is in his head, repeating only two sentences over and over again.
Sounds like my ex girlfriend
Everything appears to be gray.... you may pass...
It's the year 2031, December 23rd. Far up north in the Yukon, Gulag #18. Gunner is laying on a bed, which he has to share with 4 other people, after a 32 hour work shift. He can hear the relentless icy wind. -62 degrees with windchill. But the wind is not enough to drown this voice. The voice which is in his head, repeating only two sentences over and over again.
"Trust the plan. It had to be this way."
kek you edited your comment, internet points really mean that much to you?
Had to add some flair to the story.