A healthy person will not wake up in the morning thinking that this is his last day on earth. But I think it is a luxury, not a curse. It is a kind of freedom to know that you are close to the finish line. Seize the opportunity ... inventory. There is not enough firepower. Be outnumbered. Get out of our minds. On a suicide mission. But the sand and rocks here have been polluted by thousands of years of war ... they will remember us. For this. Because among our many nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We move forward like the breath of the earth. Our hearts are full of energy and there is only one goal: us. Will. Kill him.

The first sentence in the game:

Don't bother, it's a one-way flight.