Holy plasma guns, Bot-man! The Tbolmaster is intent, once again, on the takeover of Alpha Complex. Join our loyal(?) team for the most glorious pub-crawl since the Big Oops! SATNOKYLH!
The computer has risen from deactivation and suddenly you and your teammates are everyone’s pals. Even ultraviolets seem eager to please and to give you whatever you desire. You’re starting to worry...