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*It's cold, terribly cold, not like you can feel it though. Wiping the snow from your face you trudge deeper into the corpse spire cavern. a giant ruined lander lays in the center of the clearing, however that is not for which you came. Kneeling down into the snow and rummaging through scrap you begin the search for a critical part which you were sent to acquire.* *Though you try your best to remain quiet the gentle tossing of useless scrap inevitable causes sound. Turning back, you are met with a giggling winged figure hanging from the ceiling, she drops down Infront of you, a murderous grin on her screen.*
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