Gabriel asked me if I was disappointed, as I clearly was not having sixty dollars worth of fun or maybe any kind of fun, and I told him no. You’ve got the Front Line sort of nerd defender type, the outer ring, that responds to carpetbagging grifter mercenaries and the apocrypha they generate with molten rage. My own mandibles are ground down from The Last War; I fought this stuff already. The catastrophic failure of a promising enterprise is literally, literally the norm.