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ViewScream: future is now
The bulkhead seals behind you; there is a brief warning buzzer before THEMiS’s A.I. pleasantly informs you that you have been “quarantined for your protection.”
A specialized room is arrayed before you, and you suddenly find you are aware of not only of the game’s rules, but also of a limited collection of specialized knowledge suitable to your team’s Role.
ROLE: ENGINEERING
Available solutions:
To your right are a series of lockers containing changes of clothes to more Role-appropriate ones—though they still contain just enough elements to match your unit aesthetic. (Or, well, they would, if this whole situation weren’t already your unit’s aesthetic. But hey, free clothes.) You may use these if you wish (if so, they will not disappear after the game ends). To your left, there is what appears to be a comms station. It seems you’ll be using this to contact the other units.
It quickly becomes apparent, in fact, that you will very much need their help—
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A specialized room is arrayed before you, and you suddenly find you are aware of not only of the game’s rules, but also of a limited collection of specialized knowledge suitable to your team’s Role.
Available solutions:
- Photon Spiral Generator
- Red Matter Inhibitor Coil
- Antimatter Crystallization Matrix
To your right are a series of lockers containing changes of clothes to more Role-appropriate ones—though they still contain just enough elements to match your unit aesthetic. (Or, well, they would, if this whole situation weren’t already your unit’s aesthetic. But hey, free clothes.) You may use these if you wish (if so, they will not disappear after the game ends). To your left, there is what appears to be a comms station. It seems you’ll be using this to contact the other units.
It quickly becomes apparent, in fact, that you will very much need their help—
RESULT: THIS IS GOING TO HURT
The door breaks down—you don't have any more time left. For what it's worth, the mold, now that it's reached you, looks lovely when it's oxygenated; it's like a bed of moss creeping through the room on the surface, and it's distracting enough to ignore the tendrils of vines underneath. There could almost be something delicately beautiful about those colorful, shimmering fronds.
They stretch out, grabbing the nearest food source—you—by your ankles, dragging you into the soft moss. The texture is unpleasant, slime is slime—and it's corrosive, harsh against your clothes and skin, but you can't move away as the mold completely pulls you into its slimy core.
...Then there’s a musical chime.
“THEMiS Trademark Nanite Immune System: Online.”
There’s a cloud of...something? presumably nanites venting in your room, now. The cloud descends upon the slime mold, eating it away from your limbs.
Aren’t you lucky that all you’re left with are large patches of raw and bloody skin—almost like acid burns (or, you know, like places the colony had begun to dissolve you)—all over your body?