Ask anyone who has ever gone to the field about the star chamber and terrible memories of agonizingl

Ask anyone who has ever gone to the field about the star chamber and terrible memories of agonizingly trying to clean that cursed tiny crevice resurfaces in their minds.

No matter how many times you scrub it with that wiry toothbrush, no matter how much CLP, or how many clean pieces of cloth you sacrifice to the Gods of carbon buildup, it will never be enough because your star chamber is actual a portal to another world made entirely of carbon and grease.

You toil away, and with false hope in your heart, you eventually take it to whoever is inspecting rifles and, with one swipe of a finger, carbon is inexplicably found and your rifle rejected. Back at it again.

Not to mention you’re dirty and hungry with full knowledge that a shower and chow is only a short walk away. But nope, not for you, you filthy peasant. You’ve got a star chamber connected to a universe with at least one dimension made entirely of carbon.

Sucks to suck.