Cold. That's the most obvious thing about that place.
All we do is sit around and mine **** and go about our daily business in the coldest part of the universe. I swear, there's nothing glorious about what we do. We're just workers. Nothing more, nothing less.
But I guess you need something to work with. Let me start by saying I have no idea what the **** really happened. Nobody does. All I can say is what I saw, what I witnessed. There was some dark **** that happened down in those mines, and it isn't something I like to talk about.
I'll start at the beginning. Somehow, someway, a normal day turned out to be more volatile than it appeared. Turns out, when we blinked and opened our eyes something had changed. We didn't start to notice until it was too late.
That bastard, Fairman, was sabotaging us.