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Your contract is terminated. The Company's survival hinges on scrap collection from desolate moons. Your scrap collection has consistently fallen short of the quota, impacting our operations and survival.
We understand the challenges - traps, hazards, monsters. But as an employee, it was your duty to overcome these and deliver results.
We appreciate your efforts. However, The Company must prioritize survival. We wish you the best in your future endeavors.
Best,
The Company
The cool breeze kept creeping around my legs and embracing me in a gentle manner. It felt fresh and clean, and made me completely relaxed. I realized that I had never felt so present and in harmony with nature as I did in that moment, but then I asked myself, "who the ♥♥♥♥ is Hitler?"