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Heart Game: Hurricane - Run 4
[At first, all is still; all is silent.]
[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]
___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive
[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]
[The only light is the light from your phone, where a checklist has taken over the screen. It reads:]
___ Make a change
___ Repair something
___ Protect something
___ Find the True Heart
___ Survive
[Then the light comes up, bright, and then brighter, and you are in…]
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Fine, though. R&D is east from the hallway; you'll find munitions there. That's your primary location of interest.
You'll be up against harbingers which will descend from the sky, intent on destroying everything in their path, yourself included. You'll do better if you're armed and armored, and if you face them as a group. Expect physical damage and attempts at mental intrusion.
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[You know what?
He's just going to jam himself with that wire then? Or does he have to be sitting in the chair.]
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[In an instant, there's everything.]
[There's the city center and the routes through it and the danger level for expected incoming games. There's the vid feed over San Francisco, half standing, and the Tokyo-F dorms, and the rooftops, and everything beyond. There's current status and stability - damaged, but functional - and abilities (insufficient), and weapon specs.]
[There's the angle of the sun in winter, and the wind interference, and the systems diagnostics for the repairs on the room down the hall. There's audio being processed through the comms, and the programming for the interior temp controls (below recommended average), and a systems update running on twenty-three different systems simultaneously. There's 45 floating-point operations per second.]
[There's everything.]
[It's thrumming in the air and filling up your skin and clawing out the soft parts in your head to make room.]
[There's everything, and it just won't stop.]
[Right up until it does.]
[All at once, it flicks out like a light when the switch is flipped, and in its place there's just you, sitting in a metal chair again.]
[Gain +1 to all Wis rolls, permanently.]
[Halfway through, his knees give out, and he hits the ground, banging his head for 1 damage.]
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Fine. Whatever.
Picks himself of the floor.
Gonna snoop through every one of fake!Intensity's screens, files, or anything else he left lying around.]
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[Anticipated danger level: Medium]
[Current status: Damaged - repairs in progress]
[Current stability: Stable]
[Current abilities: Insufficient]
[It looks as though there are a number of switches and knobs below them that you can toggle; each corresponds to one of the entries on the screen.]
[Another monitor on the wall reads: Incoming attack: 3:07:00. The numbers are counting down]
[There is a key on the counter, a variety of tools, a variety of wiring, and sufficient parts to create or repair a fairly complicated mechanical device.]
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Hey Commander Face Stealer. I'm taking these. You don't need them, right? Didn't think so.
[It dubious whether he waits for an answer before he heads in the direction of R&D]
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