When I inevitably become a Demolition themed super-villain, I am going to give you a cushy job as a captain or something. You have a fucking gift, and I intend to induce you to employ it on my behalf.
They do theorize the harsh winter conditions are what selected for European's highly cooperative genes to ensure survival. It'll be a good test of which ones are actually half as empathetic as they pretend to be, and teach them the necessity of cutting off parasites.
I may have a better solution. Maybe we could just relocate all these mentally unwell people to the new state of Greenland.
Just fence off a vast stretch of ice. Throw in some camping gear and hot pockets. They'll be fine.
Make a crater with a small nuke and see if they can climb the ice walls with nothing but tent pegs.
When I inevitably become a Demolition themed super-villain, I am going to give you a cushy job as a captain or something. You have a fucking gift, and I intend to induce you to employ it on my behalf.
And what happens when I become a Demolition Man style villain? You can't have all the good talent.
I am not even mad. The world needs people like us.
The white walkers are moving my Lord. They demand espresso.
They do theorize the harsh winter conditions are what selected for European's highly cooperative genes to ensure survival. It'll be a good test of which ones are actually half as empathetic as they pretend to be, and teach them the necessity of cutting off parasites.
Frostpunk IRL. I like it.
Alright, fine. But I'm reactivating Jörmungandr.