Fellas, we must congregate in this abyss of darkness since we kind of codepend with each other in this limbo, away from the solar flare and sunset sandstorm, and somewhere that the hallucination cannot get us easily. This is our edge of destiny, we must stay here, or it'll be mayhem. It is unknown what will happen, but expect sinister silence coming from arcturus. Outside is a slaughterhouse, the river of acheron and the lands of tartarus are spreading. I assure you, it's quite peaceful here. Outside is a sonic wave infinitely stretching, oblivion that is expanding, and the hard machine we all know and love becoming golden. The SS Shukketsu, SS Kenos, SS Keres, and SS Promethean might be the only ships that survived the cosmic cyclone. It was their requiem, and now they have rusted. Their bloodlust for the bloodbath is quite cataclysmic too, and the aftermath is being processed by the calculator core. It's still being processed somewhere at Mount Erebus.