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Battleship Team 1.

[ as you exit the elevator you find yourself in a sleek control room, though the subtle drip^drip_drop of water coming from one of the corners of the room tells you that you're likely several leagues under the sea. it's fine... probably. sitting in the center of the room is an enormous table boasting a 3D grid with a display of ships that may look a familiar! to its left and to its right are more screens that seem to be showing nonsense, some of which are flashing, and there are dozens and dozens of buttons just begging to be pressed. comfortable chairs surround the table if you'd like to sit, but feel free to stand if that's your thing. at the head of the room is, perhaps, the largest computer monitor and its displaying a duplicate grid of the one on the center table... except it's blank. for now. it's these two grids that you'll be using in today's game. ]

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C1, D2, E2, F2, B4

C1 - MISS
ALL HITS - D2, E2, F2, B4

You sunk their aircraft carrier.

[ ka-BOOM!
THEY SUNK YOUR BATTLESHIP!]

[ as soon as the opposing missile strikes your SUBMARINE a siren starts blaring throughout the control room. all of the displays switch to a helpful message telling you that shit's on fire, yo. an electrical snap shorts out the alarm, one of the monitors bursting with a kssshhhk! as a surge of water from a hidden porthole floods into the room. ]

[ with that frigid water comes a shoal of red lionfish. the red lionfish are now loose in the control room, but it's hard not to stop and smell the roses, er, admire the fish, because they're as beautiful as they are deadly. they're temperamental to boot, so the rough waters and blaring sirens only serve to agitate them to the point that they're extending and expanding their dorsal spines in preparation to strike. the prick isn't painful, but the dread that follows and wrenches your gut shortly thereafter certainly is. choose one of the following: FLESH EATING BACTERIA @ POINT OF CONTACT, VENOM RESTRICTS BLOOD FLOW TO EXTREMITIES AND CAUSES NECROSIS, OR VENOM CAUSES RAPID DECREASE IN BODY TEMPERATURE, FORCING BODILY CONTACT. ]

[ ka-BOOM!
THEY SUNK YOUR BATTLESHIP!]

[ as soon as the opposing missile strikes your BATTLESHIP a siren starts blaring throughout the control room. all of the displays switch to a helpful message telling you that shit's on fire, yo. an electrical snap shorts out the alarm, one of the monitors bursting with a kssshhhk! as a surge of water from a hidden porthole floods into the room. ]

[ with that frigid water comes a group of deepsea anglerfish. the deepsea anglerfish are now loose in the control room, but of course that can't be all that happens. the lights burst one by one by one, plunging the room into darkness. thankfully, the backup generator kicks in and soon the room is bathed in a ^soft _and s^ooth_ing fluorescent glow... al- although something about it doesn't feel right. the anglerfish have snagged you on their lures, their hypnotic brilliance bewitching you into hallucinating one of the following: YOU SEE YOUR WORST FEARS POP UP OVER AND OVER, YOUR TEAMMATES ARE REPLACED BY YOUR WORST ENEMIES/PEOPLE YOU HATE, OR SEE YOURSELF/YOUR TEAMMATES DIE OVER AND OVER IN DIFFERENT WAYS ala FINAL DESTINATION. ]