The STRANGE OLD MAN leaves you on the outer planet ZEOTHAD, which is consumed in a constant snowstorm. In the distance, you see what looks like an abandoned BUNKER built into the side of a GLACIER.

You enter the BUNKER. The room is scattered with debris covered in snow that blew in from the open door. In the center of the room lies a JOURNAL, seeminly untouched for centuries.

You open the JOURNAL and read:

Muntag, Janarel 1, 2666 - "Our crew has now been grounded for 6 weeks. The ship's backup generator is failing. Unsure how much longer we'll last." - Q

Tontag, Janarel 2 - "Finiel lost his foot to frostbite today. The poor guy didn't notice at first, and we were all to afraid to tell him..." - Q

Westag, Janarel 3: "Food supplies are running low. We've eaten all the good food - the scones are long gone, the canned bisque is finished, we even finished off the smoked roaches. All that's left is the grody stuff... the damned freeze-dried ice cream. I swear the stuff was leftover from the ancient Apollo missions, before insect cuisine was even poplar... God, I can barely eat any more of the grainy, nasty shit. Starvation is beginning to sound more appealing." - Q

Tustag, Janarel 4: "Maybe it's the frostbite talking, but I think we're suffering from more than cold. Something is happening to our bodies that I cannot explain... - Q"

You don't want to read anymore. You feel sick. You put the journal in your knapsack.

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