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I’M STILL DIGGING, STILL BUILDING — THE BUNKER IS 18 LAYERS DEEP NOW.
I FED 6,000 BMAT INTO A GARRISON JUST TO HEAR THE VOICES AGAIN.
I SALUTE THE GHOST OF YOUR AVATAR EVERY TIME I PASS THE SEAPORT.
THE TRUCKS SPEAK TO ME. THE CRANES LAUGH.
I SLEEP IN A LOGI CRATE AND EAT BOMAS FOR BREAKFAST.
I NAMED MY RIFLE AFTER YOU — SHE JAMS WHEN I CRY.
THE MAP IS FULL OF ENEMIES AND YOU LEFT ME HERE WITH THE WARDEN FILTH.
I CRY INTO THE VOID. NO ONE RESPONDS.
ONLY THE WIND AND THE RADIO STATIC.
COME BACK. COME BACK. THE BUNKER STILL HAS YOUR NAME ON IT.
OR I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL FOUND A NEW FACTION IN YOUR HONOR.
THE HOLY ORDER OF AFK.
Death to the Blue Rats. Eternal war. Eternal friendship.