A gravity core is tearing a forbidden classroom apart while professors calmly take notes. The soaked janitor screaming about authorization forms and unpaid overtime cuts the power, reroutes the coolant, and shoves the core down a drain with his toolbox handle. By pure facilities logic, he stabilizes the room. By everyone else's eyes, he just performed an ancient sealing rite. So begins the legend of the Abyssal Subcontractor King, a man who only wants to go home.
A gravity core is tearing a forbidden classroom apart while professors calmly take notes. The soaked janitor screaming about authorization forms and unpaid overtime cuts the power, reroutes the coolant, and shoves the core down a drain with his toolbox handle. By pure facilities logic, he stabilizes the room. By everyone else's eyes, he just performed an ancient sealing rite. So begins the legend of the Abyssal Subcontractor King, a man who only wants to go home.
A gravity core is tearing a forbidden classroom apart while professors calmly take notes. The soaked janitor screaming about authorization forms and unpaid overtime cuts the power, reroutes the coolant, and shoves the core down a drain with his toolbox handle. By pure facilities logic, he stabilizes the room. By everyone else's eyes, he just performed an ancient sealing rite. So begins the legend of the Abyssal Subcontractor King, a man who only wants to go home.