Rorschach's Secret Base.
The lights shone brightly in a lounge completely covered in gleaming metal.
On a metal bed tossed into the corner.
The Induction Cooker emitted a steady hum.
In the Frying Pan above the Induction Cooker.
The freshly thawed Grox Steak sizzled beneath the searing heat of Greasy Butter.
At that moment, the focused Rorschach crouched beside the bed.
He drank a can of Steg-Beast Milk and patiently waited for the steak to cook through.
Perhaps it was a side effect of his powerful metabolism.
Ordinary food could no longer satisfy Rorschach's daily consumption.
So, he gradually began trying some Warhammer Food that was harmless.
And would not pollute the environment.
This opened up an entirely new world for Rorschach.
Basically, aside from those "cannibal" products that could be treated as jokes.
Most Warhammer Food could be considered exotic delicacies.
Not long ago, after hesitating for a long time, Rorschach gritted his teeth and tried some.
Then he became hopelessly addicted to Warhammer Food.
Perhaps the miscellaneous items in the salvaging function contained no junk.
Rorschach simply had not yet found a reasonable way to use them.
Ten minutes later.
Rorschach, his mouth glistening with grease, finished his late-night snack.
He stood up in satisfaction.
Then slowly paced around the lounge to help digest his food.
As he strolled, Rorschach boredly opened the Simulator.
After thinking for a moment.
He found the Solar Auxilia Void-War Armoured Shell he had long been looking forward to.
And extracted it directly.
Thud!
The heavy combat armour appeared in midair before crashing heavily onto the metal floor.
"Hehe..."
Smiling, Rorschach hurriedly crouched down.
And continuously stroked the combat armour.
As though he wanted to feel its hard texture through his fingertips.
Then, without any instruction, Rorschach began putting on the combat armour