“I hate this fucking place,” says protagonist Jacob Lee after sliding down a waste water pipe, dodging turbine blades, mutated human abominations, jutting rocks, and all manner of other hazardous shite. You’ve just had to cave in the head of what was assumedly an old inmate acquaintance, but you don’t know for sure, because he had tentacles where his face should be. You’re now waist-deep in human waste, wading through a sanitation plant just so that you might, maybe, live to see another day. I hate this place, too, buddy.
