I'm playing Frostpunk in Arknights

"Look, what is that? It's so bright!"

The infected people on the street looked up at the sky. The infected people in the shed saw the infected people on the street looking up, and they couldn't help but walk out of the shed out of curiosity.

"Isn't that the lighthouse built by Tallulah!"

They all heard that Tallulah had recruited people to build the lighthouse, but by the time they were driven out, the number of people had already exceeded the demand. 

"Will more people come to the Generator?"

"Will those masters come too?"

The people who were looking up lowered their heads and looked at Crow's Mouth in the crowd. Crow's Mouth shrank his neck into his cold-proof clothes. Everyone asked loudly, "Do you think the Generator will protect us?"

"Yes, yes! Even if the garrison masters are here, the Generator will definitely protect us from them!"

Crow's Mouth looked at everyone, but no one answered him, "No, say something, everyone is so happy..."

"Shut up!"

Wang Zhan opened the global map with great expectations. He wanted new landmarks, new events, unknown enemies, and abundant resources. He wanted the reconnaissance team to light up every location!

[Please name your city——]

...Isn't it too late to name it? You can name it at the beginning of the game in the endless mode. 

Wang Zhan was powerless to complain and planned to type a letter to get by, but thinking of Alina calling her city "NB" was a bit... embarrassing.

But he is a bad at naming. Why should he be the one to do it?

It is so painful.

Wang Zhan looked at the blurry background. The storm seemed to cover the map. He could only vaguely see a few moving avatars. It seemed that they were heading to the Generator.

Is it FrostNova and Patriot?

Wang Zhan stared at the naming panel and thought for a while. He decided to leave it to Tallulah and Alina.

Tallulah looked up at the lighthouse and shook her tail gently. She felt happy and heavy in her heart. She turned around and looked at everyone. They were all looking up at the Generator. 

"Thank you for your efforts. The days ahead may not be so smooth."

"What are you talking about?" The changes under the Generator were seen by the sensible infected people. "We have overcome so many difficulties. No matter how difficult it is, we have the support of Mr. Generator."

Tallulah looked at the Generator. The firelight illuminated her beautiful face. She raised her lips and chuckled. "Yes, with Mr. Generator, we can always find a way out. His presence always makes us feel at ease."

"But, everyone," Tallulah looked at everyone. The infected people all cast their eyes on Draco, who was ruddy under the lighthouse. Perhaps it was because the weather was too cold that her face looked so red. 

"Mr. Generator may be kind, but we cannot use his kindness to nourish our laziness."

"Do you remember the agreement we made with Mr. Generator?"

"Build a city to keep Mr. Generator running."

The sensible infected person certainly remembered the original agreement. He remembered every word Alina said. He often imagined that one day Mr. Generator's voice would appear in his mind - but he could never imagine it because he had never heard it.

Tallulah nodded heavily, which was a respect for Wang Zhan. "Mr. Generator built a home for us. He satisfied everything we wanted in the past. But compatriots, I can see worry in your eyes."

"The old man's rule is not over yet. Their cruelty is more terrible than the cold wind. Their shadows are shrouded in the sky above Ursus. Their rule is like heavy snow, leaving us nowhere to go."

Tallulah straightened her chest, her eyes were burning, and the buzzing sound of the Generator filled the silence for a while.

"The injustice suffered by the infected has not ended yet. The shelter provided by Mr. Generator for us will also be torn apart by them."

"Smash them!"

Under the lighthouse, the infected roared loudly. They were angry. If anyone came to take away their hard-earned lives, they would kill them!

The anger spread, and more and more people gathered around the lighthouse.

"We are indeed powerful," the infected fell silent sparsely, "We can dismantle villages, build collection stations, hunt, make clothes, cook, develop technology, treat patients... We are no different from ordinary people. What they can do, we can do too."

Tallulah looked at every infected person present. Alina, who was in the crowd, clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked at her with a smile.

"If someone comes to plunder us, we will take up arms to drive them away. If someone tries to rule us with violence, let him know that the infected are not weak!"

Wang Zhan and the infected cheered together. Although there were still important things to do, what was the harm in letting Tallulah finish these words?

Tallulah thought of the night in front of the workstation again. Mr. Generator's teachings made her unforgettable. "Mr. Generator said that we are a family. We must unite to fight the storm, but the malice of this land towards us is deep-rooted, and this malice is far more violent than a storm." 

"We need unity, we need more family members to protect the home of the infected, and we must not be lucky—"

"The Generator will be the last home of our infected!"

Everyone shouted until a sentence gradually became clear in the boiling voices, "Thank you Mr. Generator, praise the will of steel and fire!" 

Wang Zhan saw that the hope bar began to rise rapidly, surpassing the previous record of 60% and rushed to 80%!

The dissatisfaction bar was also cleared!

Wang Zhan laughed, and a sleepless night was rewarded!

"Okay, everyone be quiet," Alina stood next to Tallulah, and everyone calmed down, "Mr. Generator hopes to ask for everyone's opinions—"

"What should our city be called?"

Everyone was stunned. Shouldn't it be called Generator? Why should Mr. Generator's city be named differently?

"Everyone, please don't make a noise," Alina motioned to the infected to be quiet, "I already have a few names here, but we just need everyone to vote."

"Can you tell me what the name is?"

Tallulah took the printed paper from Alina's hand. The home of the infected... It sounds like a name that will fall, and the home of integration, which may be related to the integration movement she mentioned before.

That's fine, but the other names are not so appropriate, such as the New Saint Castle. She doesn't want the infected city to become the next Ursus.

"Let's call it Steel and Fire," the sensible infected suggested, "You see, Mr. Generator is made of iron, and there is fire inside..."

It's simple and rough, and it summarizes the characteristics of Mr. Generator very well, but it sounds a bit awkward. 

But it is a name after all, so she asked Alina to join in, "Did you say that just now?"

The sensible infected person's eyes lit up, and he shyly replied, "Yes, I said it, Tallulah."

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a name," the sensible infected person shrugged, "Maybe I should think about giving it a name."

Alina saw that it would take a while for the voting to be completed, "Everyone, before the voting is completed, let me explain the decree that Mr. Generator just issued."

She described the role of the decree and Mr. Generator's plan to everyone, and everyone expressed their support and was full of goodwill towards the upcoming guerrillas.

An army, isn't this the power that Tallulah said could help protect Mr. Generator?