Like many of you (I suspect), I came to Calypso to leave behind a life inviable. Here's to hoping that I can find a new one worth living here. Here's how it all started.
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Even aboard the Exodus I heard tales of...
I've now gotten used to the price of life on Calypso: the only truly free things here are life, death, and "sweating". The extensive network of colony-sponsored revive terminals drive a strange grassroots economy in the occult here, and these three actions form a large part of my daily routine as I try to make my way in this new wilderness. 