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MOD EVENT 001
NAVIGATION
⩕ THE BREAK (part two)

The last few days have been tense in a way that isn’t easy to describe. With the strange appearance of Elia and her cryptic message and the strange hungry pit growing ever larger, it seems that everything is holding its breath waiting for the storm to break.

And it comes.

You’ll be jerked awake by a thunderous noise like nothing you have ever heard before. It starts out as a low rumble within the ground and suddenly erupts into an ear piercing screeching. Your whole world rocks side ways and your vision blurs wildly until the world is just splotches of colour. When you’ve finally recovered there’s white spots flecking your vision and you’ll notice that the "Chasm" has final broke open.

The building is now cracked and in large concrete pieces. The other side of the room is now about six feet away. You may be able to jump but it’s risky. Especially considering that there is wide pits going so deep into the ground that there is no end in sight.

And whatever was in there is now out. There’s a a pressure in the air and a sickly feeling clinging to your skin.

But most miraculously the sides of the prison are split open and there is a view. You can see the outside from here, but it will be a challenge to get out.

Better find each other and make a plan.

⩕ GET OUT (exploration)

A few things were dislodged in the break. Items that could potentially be helpful in escaping. Perhaps using one or more will clear a path to what appears to be freedom.

The yellow message stays the same, however the smiley is scratched out.

The door with the intercom is sitting on a precarious free standing piece of broken building. It looks considerably more traitorous than all the other places.

CAFETERIA
- A 5 foot hollow pipe
- Crushed table legs
- A spoodle

CABINET ROOM
- Reddish liquid from pipe

BATHROOM
- Electrical wiring (some still sparking)

CLOSET
- Rubber gloves
- An empty syringe

⩕ Q

While you're looking for the items that will surely help your escape, you will get that distinct feeling that you're being watched. That something is not right in the air. The hairs on your arms start to stand up and then you hear It.

Q is lurking and it is radiating a rabid malice. It is a seven foot creature with a sewn on pig's head, it is quite clearly has no higher thought than seek and destroy.

It will track and hunt and if it catches you, It has all sorts of techniques to exterminate. It seems to favour crushing bones and ripping limbs and will do so with glee.

It might be wiser to learn how to hide from It than a confrontation.

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⩕ You do not need to obtain mod permission to fight or damage Q through traditional means, as It will regenerate within a half hour and begins Its chase once again.

⩕ Accessing the different rooms will now be a bit of a challenge but possible with help from each other. You are free to assume which area your character is starting from.

⩕ This mod event will run until the 30th.

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INTRO 001
NAVIGATION
⩕ ARRIVAL

It’s arrival time. Or is it? For some, this situation seems eerily familiar. In fact, this has happened before, you are sure of it. The voice makes the announcement and the door rolls open. You hear the frightened voice and it begins again.

There might be memories of this place but things will seem… off. As if walls are a slightly different colour, corners a bit sharper, the door handles a bit higher. If you explore the rooms of interest you will find a few things have changed.

The cooler with the tongue is now gone, and in its place a locked door with a strange device placed next to it. It looks like an intercom. The yellow message on the wall has changed, it now reads:

There’s sunshine, daisies, and tulips too
Just remember that when you’re feeling blue ☺

The writing is clearly different than the previous message.

The room with the tube is mostly the same, except the rusted cabinets are now shiny and brand new. The tube’s liquid is now dripping a rust colour fluid.

Any items collected will be somewhere nearby.

⩕ ODE TO BEVERLY

After exploring the new (?) developments something strange is now happening throughout the complex’s floor. A shrill crying. It sounds hysterical.

It leads you to the bathroom with the shattered glass. The sound is coming from the drain of a sink.

There’s broken words, too jumbled to really understand. But the hello from earlier? Definitely the same voice.

As your face nears the sink suddenly long black hair springs from the drain, shooting up and strangling and snaring any bit of you it can. The more you struggle the more it becomes aggressive, cutting in to your skin, peeling away flesh. All the while the shrieking and wailing grows to thunderous levels.

The only way to escape is with outside help. But your rescuer has to be careful not to also get caught.

The hair or whatever it may be seems intent on blood.

⩕ THE CHASM (PART ONE)

Some of you might have escaped the hair with most of your important parts in place. But any open wounds will freely flow blood and not seem to want to staunch. Any materials found seem to be useless in treating the cuts. And when your droplets of blood hits the ground it hisses as if like acid and then unexpectedly the floor around it cracks into a hairline split. The more blood that is dropped the more the cracks appear.

Throughout the following days and nights the cracks randomly split wider and deeper.

Investigating further you will notice that the same nausea you might have experienced before is now back-- and wait! Did you just see a pair of eyes inside those fissures?

Somehow you know in your gut that the only way to stop the progression of the splits is to drop more blood in to it, but not your own. In fact, this idea takes hold despite your better judgement. It is a compulsion. Better find a willing volunteer or perhaps it will come down to a fight.

⩕ HELLO GOD? IT'S ME 7░ ░

Something odd happens many hours in to your stay. Those of you who have found a walkie will receive a broadcast. It is a man speaking. It sounds like an old recording. Soft conversation is happening in the background overlaid with a hum of machinery.

Obviously I am a man of logic. In this day and age how could someone not be? Our primitive instincts are only a tool for survival so our higher minds can concentrate on things like advancement and discovery. This a belief everyone should have. Or isn’t it? It frustrates me that few are on this level of thinking. Too many are preoccupied with that in which cannot be seen. What cannot be hooked in to.

His voice then says your number. You are certain that you have never met this person, but he definitely just addressed you specifically.

I know you are reasonable. Tell me what you believe in? In this moment, what do you believe?

As you answer, you get the distinct impression that the entire complex stills to listen. But whatever frequency he was using is now dead. The question seems to be one to ask one another, broadcasted far and wide.

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⩕ The Chasm will continue to grow throughout the next month. It becomes more and more cumbersome to navigate but the blood does seem to help to keep it at bay.

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MOD EVENT: 001

INTRO 001: BEGIN

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