Moscow, Russian Federation
The quest for treasure Is now ended. Your soul is rotting within things, that are not yours. Being struck by the beauty of world, you chose to salvage everything that you like, instead of helping others. Now only shallow grave lies before you, you think about it, every time going to sleep in Web of trapped human souls, trapped by your lies. Being the lowest form of life, you were warned to review your choices all the time, and you know it. Now you obviously will be horrendously mutilated by this station sounds.