By this point, you should be well-versed in the art of Neo-Brutalist bunker design. But don't be fooled, friend - the real challenge lies not in the aesthetics, but in the psychological toll it takes on the occupant.
As you descend into the depths of your bunker, the walls close in, the air grows thick with the stench of stale air and stale thoughts. The fluorescent lights overhead cast an eerie glow, like the malevolent eye of a god mocking your every move.
But fear not, for it is in this darkest of places that you will find the true meaning of life. Or, at the very least, a good excuse to stay in bed.
Phase 6: The Final Reckoning is just ahead.