Owe My Soul to the Company Store crust Every roll

Every roll

wicked princesses and fierce battles

bookmarked and screen-reader-ready PDF included

and I don't regret a single minute of it

Owe My Soul to the Company Store crust Every rollOwe My Soul to the Company Store is a transhumanist social sandbox for the Mothership Sci Fi Horror RPG. Every working citizen of Isotelus Complex has been "forked" a copy of their mind made and loaded into a chitinous labor body on the surface while their baseline original works in orbit. The Complex is falling apart even as its being built. The space elevator hits its maximum safe stress level with every launch. Three ComSec rent a cops threw a