Welcome at my place
Heating is shut.
You’ll have to burn your old stuff to survive through the night.
At the end of the game a picture of your place is taken and wears your name.
Years of war have ruined our nation. Now it is up to you to defend our experimental tank factory and turn the tide. Be advised, intels report waves of invaders approaching your location.
A bear possessed. Adrift among the veiled horrors on borrowed time. What maddening force drives these woolen limbs? Ebbing life called forth each night, driven to a dark and twisted goal.