[closed] and since we've one place to go

[nonscriptum]

Who: Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher, Agent Washington, Agent Maine, Kyna Midha, Staci Pratt, Poe Dameron, Taako Taaco, Lup Taaco, Peter Parker
What: Nate leads a polar expedition out to the mountains.
Where: Out on the tundra; at an undisclosed excavation site in the foothills.
When: February 1-14
Warnings: PG-13+ for swearing, descriptions of dead bodies/science torture. :(




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WELCOME TO SNOW HELL

the journey | the door | the bunker | the lab

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt stares out at the horizon for a few moments.]

The weak must be culled.

[But that doesn't mean he likes it. The more people who die the less they have to fight. Being fodder only gains an advantage for a single battle. They better make it count.]

[bloodbathing]

[ That's ... a little more on the extreme side than Maine meant. But he guesses it's true enough. They'll learn to fight, or they'll die. They'll rise, or they'll fall. If that counts as "culling," then sure, they'll be culled.

Maine looks Pratt's way for a long moment, but he makes no comment. He's content to sit in silence until his food is ready.

They know what they have to do. What more is there to say? ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt nods, that settles it. They'll do what they must for survival. Not everyone will make it, but there's nothing to be done about that - some are weak and some are strong and those that survive will be better for it.

He gives Maine a parting pat on the shoulder, turning to go walk out into the tundra. There's some planning to do - how can he improve the range to give everyone at least a base level of knowledge so he's not setting them up for slaughter. If he can get more people trained he can minimize casualties - and that might make him feel slightly better about everything than the resigned horror that's become his normal outlook on life.

Train. Hunt. Kill.

Sacrifice.]