> Toggle God Mode: [ON]
They wrote it to see what would happen when a soldier realized there were no rules at all.
Static. Then, a weary sigh. “Negative, Valkyrie. The Federation has no more reinforcements. The Bugs control the orbitals. You’re on your own. God be with you.”
She typed, desperate: Survival.
She tapped the icon. A single line of text appeared in the datapad’s interface:
But Jenna’s eyes told a different story. She still saw only six exhausted kids.
