Comment: "You're ripped through the fabric of space. The twisted familiarity of the Martian moons grow distant as you feel yourself drifting. Guttural laughter reverberates through the spatial distortion. You suspect this to mean only one thing, and you don't like it. Whoever or whatever did this wanted you alive. You're its mortal plaything, a sole pawn against an army of demonic apparitions. The poor odds don't sway your resolve. You've done this dance more than once before and you always emerge victorious.". 11 maps for a medium-sized episode for you to enjoy.