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INTRO 001: BEGIN
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:
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.
⩕ 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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[He doesn't mean to - but when his cold nose pushes up against him, Kraken snorts. It feels... He likes it. It feels like approval. He raises a hand slowly, caught up in the impulse to touch. His fingertips waver in the air just above his fur, just before coming down a hairsbreadth. If he loses his fingers, he feels like he wouldn't mind that much.]
Tell you what. [he says solemnly.] When I die, you can eat me. Deserve to be useful in death too.
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He opens up his mouth, but it's not to bite down. There's a slow huff of breath, in and out. It's almost like panting, but not quite. He's laughing at Kraken's offer, the clearest indicator thus far that he's understood everything that's been told to him. Well, Tsume just might take him up on it, if worst comes to worst. He's yet to find anything in the way of food in this place yet.]
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You're a... smart one, aren't you? [The question is, how intelligent? Animals can generally tell intention - or at least that's what he heard - but is that laughter? Best not to ascribe human actions. He might be looking too much into it. Kraken risks a gentle pat, and then another one if he doesn't bite his hand off.] I heard of super-intelligent apes. Experiments done back in the twenty eighties. Maybe that's what this place is doing.
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He as smart as any human being, and after a moment's hesitation, gives a slow nod to show he indeed understands what Kraken is saying. Now's either the part where he accepts this as a thing or picks the hatchet back up.]