In the deep.
Patience for easy money and feelings of despair — reliable recipe for hardship.
When you lost your job, mining a legendary rare mineral, organized by an unmistakably reliable corporation, seemed a good way to correct the situation.
The volcano wasn’t it scared you, it seemed like everything was under control…
… but when you went down into gerlo and heard the sound of the helicopter being removed far upstairs, you ponged that you were alone.
Only hope — get to rations and promise employers the cleanest mineral because they’re only interested in him.
And you don’t care about the corporation.
Your predecessors have already tried to escape. Im not has the strength of the spirit or… oxygen.
Go to the ancient bones in search for a safe route, collect the drops from the helicopter supplies, and possibly what’s left of the your unsavory colleagues.
Beware of poisonous evaporatives, your protective suit already shows a pair of holes.
You don’t want to know what happens if you breathe full breasts?
#p> Can do you deserve the right to evacuation?
