red faction
Red Faction Intro:
Mars... I always thought of it as a romantic place, a planet of mystery and adventure.
I came here 6 months ago thinking it would be an escape from earth.
I wanted some time to think, to figure out what to do with my life.
A year in the Ultor mines seemed like a great way to straiten myself out... man was I a fool.
Life in the mines is hell. I haven't had a minute to myself since I got here.
You’re jammed 8 to a room; time sharing your bunks... conditions are barley livable.
And the guards are everywhere. Ultor doesn't care if we live or die.
We’re at the breaking point.
And then there's the plague killing off miners left and right.
When the man next to you dies before your eyes and your turn can come any minute.... it freaks you out.
No one knows where it came from or how to cure it.... or at least the miners don’t know.
Someone named EOS is putting up pamphlets in the barracks, claiming that Ultors' responsible for the plague.
The pamphlets urge minors to be ready for a revolt against Ultor.
A lot of miners are muttering, but nothing's come of it yet.
As bad as things are in the barracks, they're brutal down in the mines.
You spend 10 hours drenched in your own sweat in the envirosuit, grinding away at rock walls.
The guards make sure you work the whole shift... they enjoy their work way too much.
You get out of the driller after your shift is over and all you've done is dig yourself in a little deeper...
I don't know how long I can keep doing this...
Mars... I always thought of it as a romantic place, a planet of mystery and adventure.
I came here 6 months ago thinking it would be an escape from earth.
I wanted some time to think, to figure out what to do with my life.
A year in the Ultor mines seemed like a great way to straiten myself out... man was I a fool.
Life in the mines is hell. I haven't had a minute to myself since I got here.
You’re jammed 8 to a room; time sharing your bunks... conditions are barley livable.
And the guards are everywhere. Ultor doesn't care if we live or die.
We’re at the breaking point.
And then there's the plague killing off miners left and right.
When the man next to you dies before your eyes and your turn can come any minute.... it freaks you out.
No one knows where it came from or how to cure it.... or at least the miners don’t know.
Someone named EOS is putting up pamphlets in the barracks, claiming that Ultors' responsible for the plague.
The pamphlets urge minors to be ready for a revolt against Ultor.
A lot of miners are muttering, but nothing's come of it yet.
As bad as things are in the barracks, they're brutal down in the mines.
You spend 10 hours drenched in your own sweat in the envirosuit, grinding away at rock walls.
The guards make sure you work the whole shift... they enjoy their work way too much.
You get out of the driller after your shift is over and all you've done is dig yourself in a little deeper...
I don't know how long I can keep doing this...
red faction by sensfan19_15 May 19, 2007
