In the isolated base of Ruperto Elichiribehety Antarctic Scientific Station, naive ambition has met cold hard reality. Isolated kilometers inland surrounded by barren wasteland, on the very frontier of the Nazi empire, the hopes and enthusiasm of the initial expedition slowly calcify into despair. A thin umbilical-esque supply line to the coast serves as the only connection these desperate souls have to the warmth of the outside world, keeping the dozens of occupants of the encampment stocked with just enough food and fuel to maintain the embers of life.

No one, not even their quixotic leader Dr. Musso believes their meager defenses and limited supplies would hold up to a Nazi counterattack or any other danger this dark land might hold. They have neither the ammunition to fight back nor snow shoes to mount a full retreat through the ice. The desperate requests for OFN resupply are left perpetually unresolved. And yet despite everything the residents of the base try to go about their daily lives as best they can performing scientific experiments, geological surveys, and shoring up defenses as the blackness beyond slips ever closer.