So, some invasion stuff went down and humanity lost, so now you’re stuck on a big dumb space station run by your new overlords, the Galactic Federation. They’ve got you working as a border control officer checking alien IDs and deciding who’s allowed in and who gets shipped back to their home planets. All-in-all a pretty standard job, except you can’t leave your booth because you’re also required to eat, sleep, and relieve yourself there. Federation policy.
You Ready To Control Some Space?
Lots to do. Who’s that sleepy old passport-stamping clerk? Not you, pal! This is an alien space station. There’s futuristic buttons to push and levers to pull and whirly knobs to doink.
The adventure comes to YOU. On one hand you’re confined to a booth. On the other hand, you’ve got a front row seat to an epic space opera. And on yet a third hand, you’ll have to react and make decisions based on unfolding events.
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