I followed them to the outskirts of Houston. What happens? I get kidnapped by Native Americans for a few months.
I followed them to the jungles of Brazil. What happens? I get lost for a week and running from a hole of death.
I am now following them to the frozen lands of the south pole. What happens? We get stuck in a blizzard and freezing to death.
For once I’d enjoy it if we didn’t have to look for a relic in such awful conditions. Why can’t we be charged with going to a beach or a hotel or even a bloody crime organization. I don’t know, somewhere that doesn’t have annoying climate and a bit of normalcy. Where I’m more in my element.
I guess I shouldn’t complain so much as it could be worse. I could be blissfully unaware of the impending death of our world and go about life as normal. I just miss the good old days.