You don’t get lobster and steak because you’re loved. You get it because someone somewhere signed a paper with your name on it. The butter’s warm. The steak’s rare. The mission? Classified. Enjoy the silence between bites — it’s louder than what’s coming.
Item
Allocation
Deployment Rations
60%
Propaganda Sauce
25%
Emergency Napkins
10%
Sent Home in Foil
5%
*Numbers may vary based on morale levels, propaganda volume, or unexpected drone activity. This isn’t dinner — it’s a countdown.*
No one says it, but everyone knows it: steak and lobster is code. A final flavor blast before your boots hit somewhere sandy. Fork in the right hand. Orders in the left. You’re not being rewarded — you’re being marinated for morale.