
Reward? You get to stare at a piece of plastic until the existential dread of being trapped in a planet-sized death trap briefly fades. You also receive a Bronze Spicy Box! Note: The Bronze Spicy Box is a digital manifestation only. Attempting to reach into your printer bed to retrieve your box will result in severe burns and a very mocking laugh from your local terminal. You just get the plastic, Carl. Just the plastic. Don’t let it give you indigestion.
To celebrate your inevitable(but hopefully cinematic) ruin, I’ve authorized this commemorative shelf trophy. It’s inspired by our favorite Crawler—the one with those exquisite callouses and those delightful, dirt-smudged toes. I could watch those feet stomp through goblin brains all day.
It features the Anarchist’s symbol in a lovely, visceral blood-red, capturing the very moment our barefoot hero looked up and said: “You might hurt me, or kill me, but you’re not going to break me.” Now everyone in the safe room will know you’re a “problem child.”
If you’re looking for other ways to decorate your safe room before the ceiling collapses, check out my Full Collection . I’ve curated a lovely little hoard of loot just for you—and I promise I’m barely even watching your toes while you browse.
The viewers are getting bored, and the sponsors are demanding more action! We can’t have you sitting around just looking at the screen. You need to produce! You need to manifest! You need to show the Syndicate that you haven’t been broken yet!
GET OUT THERE AND PRINT, PRINT, PRINT!
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Boost MeThe fans are screaming for more, and the loot tables don’t fill themselves! If you want to see more high-quality tools of rebellion, hit that Boost Button. It’s the only way to ensure the AI keeps its “focus” on the right… assets. Don’t be stingy, Carl.