I could imagine you frantically trying to find the source of the nuclear sirens as you gathered your emergency water packs, bags of silver coins, and old comic books clumsily and raced down the stairs into the lobby until you realize "Shit! I forgot my flashlight and batteries!" Then an asteroid strikes the building and you fall to the floor. Your water packs spill but you still manage to smuggle the remaining silver that wasn't incinerated by the blast into your pockets safely. A man nearby who you've never seen before offers his hand. "Hello Chyeahhh. Let's go survive together." He is wearing a titanium astrosuit, is flanked by hot European women and is wearing boxing gloves. You are puzzled but intrigued by this interesting man. He says his name is Rawn.
Where you work tho?
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