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The Gek lost our homes, our cities, our identity in the last great war, Traveller. World upon world, bombarded by atomic

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The Gek lost our homes, our cities, our identity in the last great war, Traveller. World upon world, bombarded by atomic strike...

All that grows on the worlds of old are warped things, deadly to the touch, screaming with the memory of what they once were. One such crop is Gamma Weed.

We shall cultivate it here. Let us leave the fighting to others, friend... we shall grow things instead!

Name wishes for me to cultivate Gamma Weed using the Hydroponics Tray.

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