Image this: you’re zooming by means of area in a torpedo-shaped ship doing the harmful job of salvaging materials in a planet’s cluttered orbit when some large, alien cousin of a fangtooth fish pops up out of nowhere and begins chomping at your tail. Fairly disturbing day at work for those who ask me. One would possibly even be forgiven for, ahem, unintentionally crashing the ship in such circumstances. Within the Playdate sport Suborbital Salvage, although, your supervisor isn’t so sympathetic.
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