I work as a helicopter pilot at U.S. Research Outpost #31 in Antarctica.
Or at least I did, until some crazy Swedes and their dog flew into here.
Turns out that the dog was actually an alien who can morph into anything it comes in contact with.
The rest of the crew in the camp was infected by this "virus" and all of them died, except for our mechanic, Childs - and I don't trust him much.
We managed to destroy the camp and ride out a severe storm, but I don't think anyone's coming to rescue us.
I've made this page in the hope that someone will come across it and find out the true story of what happened here.
It's getting cold again, and Childs is looking at me funny...
