Lunar Labor Union Dues

Play hard, work hard ... GTFO even harder.

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So, I moon-landed, and guess what? The 'labor obligation' on the lotto ticket was no cosmic joke. After a day of regolith crater mucking orientation, I found myself in a dusty moon bar, nursing a pint of Moonbeam Ale. Ah, the irony!

The real muck-fest doesn’t kick in till next week. So, I have this tiny window to either find a way back to Earth or brace myself for the lunar grind.

Tonight, it’s just me and my ale under on top of the cold moonlight. Tomorrow? It’s artifact-hunting time.