You have ventured out into the snowy uninhabited wasteland of your lonely frozen planet in search of a rumored vault. The Church, which rules over your galaxy, has instigated a new tax; one that you would never be able to pay otherwise. On your journey, you may learn to question the propaganda that The Church has been feeding you. The only way to go is forward.

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