I can't watch the last episode tonight, I need the comfort of a good night's sleep in a warm bed before I see how Crozier and Goodsir die.

I won't watch the last episode tonight, I need a warm night's sleep before I'll hazard that.

God, episodes 8 and 9 were brutal to watch. What remains, when all hope is gone? Poor Mr. Goodsir has had to butcher an Englishman for human consumption. Poor Captain Crozier has had to send his ice master off to die and kill Commander Fitzjames out of mercy.

I have to do this on EVERY playthrough.

This was early in the game of Civ when barbarians were still spawning everywhere.

It's a World Cup Host City. This is kind of how St. Louis became a world city in 1904.

Do you want Daddy to wrap you in his arms and take care of you? I can do that. Do you want to be mommy and take care of me? I can do that too. I'm a Cohensexual.

We also know from DNA studies that came out just last year that this was also the fate of Captain Fitzjames, but this show is from 2018 so it didn't know that.

"Hickey," now confirmed to be an impostor, murders Irving and a Marine after Irving had found some Netsilik willing to trade. I mean we'll never know what happened, but this would doom them.

Now "Hickey" is demonstrating in equal parts cunning, in figuring out the tinned food is poisoning them, and idiocy, in not realizing bioaccumulation is a thing and pitching cannibalism as a way out.

Now the Marines want to arm Mr. Hickey, Crozier is no fool and refuses...for now.

Poor Mr. Goodsir is doing his best, but he knows the men are further poisoning themselves with every meal eaten out of those cans. The tragedy is Mr. Goodsir's fate is one of the only known: he dies and is eaten.

OH SHIT! The cold open is Mr. Hickey signing his papers, and it's NOT our Mr. Hickey!

Deep fried feijoada is actually a thing (and it's good as hell)

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