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Heart Game: Intensity (Turn 4)
In the beginning, there is nothing but darkness and silence. A sleep that gives no rest but one out of necessity in order to keep functioning. Behind closed eyelids, the numbers of a clock tick down - one painstaking second at a time.
TIME UNTIL REBOOT:
And then you wake up.
As you shift to a standing position, you feel something sharp and pointed press against your side. Digging into the nearest pocket, you will find two small puzzle pieces. And from their odd shape, it looks like they would fit into a 3D spherical puzzle. Odd. You've never seen them before, but you do get a sense that these are a currency of some sort. Spend them wisely!
Game start.
And then you wake up.
As you shift to a standing position, you feel something sharp and pointed press against your side. Digging into the nearest pocket, you will find two small puzzle pieces. And from their odd shape, it looks like they would fit into a 3D spherical puzzle. Odd. You've never seen them before, but you do get a sense that these are a currency of some sort. Spend them wisely!
Game start.
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[ she's going to get to her feet and do her best to help him to his, even if she's got to bear all of his weight. ]
Gotta ask. It's part of the job... probably. And, hey, maybe I was thinking about keeping you down here with me forever.
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Ha!
I'm more useful to you alive than dead.
Think of your ratings.
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[ laughs at that. ]
My ratings? Nnnooo. It's not my production. I don't care about the show, not anymore. But... you're the glue... You kind of keep the entire thing from falling apart. At least from the inside. What would they do without you, Intensity?
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The whole thing is set up so that losing a single person is a minor setback.
It's keeping the information open that's important.
Otherwise, I'd be doing a shitastic job.
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But let's not argue semantics. I'm tired. You're dead. And I have, like, four rooms to drag your through.
[ and she still has to figure out what to do with the prick and put some thought into jumping into the abyss in the cpu core. god. is she a janitor? she thought her job mentioned being a chauffeur. sighs and trudges forward. ]
[ plz to be going back into the season 0 room. ]
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