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ViewScream: ☆ZRAEL
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: XENOBIOLOGY
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. 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:
- Elemental Spore Supply
- Accelerated Gene Therapy Nanites
- Bioengineered Xenomorph
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. 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—
TECH RECEIVED
You receive the following Real Space Technology:
Problem type: Psionics
Tech received: Telekinetic Probe
Description provided: This is a long, rather nasty-looking device similar to what a surgical probe would look like. Thankfully you're not sticking it anywhere unconscionable. Instead, there's a needle on the end injected at the base of the skull -- a telekenetic force will disperse into the brain through blood vessels and combat against hallucinations, paranoia, what have you.
Result: Success
Problem type: Weapons
Tech received: Antimatter Blast Cannon
Description provided: Shouldn't cause too much structural integrity to the reinforced walls of Xenobiology labs, but should cause plenty of damage to the matter-based carapaces (and also innards) of the infestation.
Result: FAILURE
Problem type: Medical
Tech received: Vascular Nanite Reparatory Fleet
Description provided: [no explanation provided]; apparently your vascular system gets some reparatory nanites
Result: Success
RESULT: THIS IS GOING TO HURT
Your weapons are not repaired—worse yet, the bulkhead is starting to buckle and shred under the pressure of those gnawing mandibles.
It seems like there’s no end to the swarm, nor the insistent, terrible scraping sound of jaws against metal bulkhead, chiseling away at the inches of thick metal between you and certain death with the occasional audible hiss of the acid secreted from their jaws melting through the floor outside. Even barricaded across the room, you can see them clambering over each other, piled high enough to be visible through the plasteel window.
Then, there’s a concert of awful tearing sounds of the last few millimeters of metal being ripped away from the door, and then a riot of chittering is all you can hear as the swarm pours through the widening gap. The sickly-sweet smell of acid-burnt flesh fills the air as the creatures fall upon you. Do you scream when one rips into your thigh with a spray of blood? Another in your arm? Another—
There’s a musical chime, as if THEMiS’s AI were clearing her throat.
“THEMiS Trademark Nanite Immune System: Online.”
Did you know that millions of nanites beat hundreds of space army ants in a fight?
You do now. Unfortunately, those injuries you’re left with? Those are on you.