> Be me, proont coomer
> Selected for Mars mission
> All I want to do is proont and tell people about proonting
> Get to Mars, rest of the crew starts building normal habs, covering them with Martian soil
> I get right down to business with my faithful 3D printer, in pure ecstasy, constant erection, my lifes dream right here
> Habfags telling me to not forget about radiation hardening, don't care, I'll just proont it
> Machine starts failing, no one will help me, say they have other work
> Oh no, regolith is in wrong proportions, printer is clogged with junk
> Clean it out, erection revived
> Building starts getting lopsided, have to stop for more repairs
> Space Mexicans say they can help me fix it
> They can't, building starts tilting more, are these Mexicans retarded?
> Look at armpatch
> ESA
> They are actually retarded
> Been working for months, hand shovelling soil, start succumbing to radiation poisoning
> Won't give into the habfags, I'll get there
mfw dying alone on the floor of an unfinished building surrounded by dead retarded Mexicans
