I mean, when you’re running for your life, when you’re starving, and when you’re figuring that at any moment some zombie will break down the door and come at you, teeth gnashing and dead arms flailing, wouldn’t you want to stop at a place that’ll offer you up a nice little bit to rest.
A place to let you try your luck, get your screw on, and maybe get a wee bit tipsy?
I’d suggest reading “Go-go Girls of the Apocalypse” just for this kind of fun.
And that’s why I don’t scoff at the idea that people were flooding the mining planet casino/larva pit after the Colonies were destroyed in the Original Battlestar Galactica (still a crappy series, BTW).
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