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Heart Game: Hurricane - Run 5
[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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No.
It's Hurricane's.
[You feel fingers in the hair at the base of your skull, and then soft pressure and a click like cutlery on a metal pan.]
[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.]
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[Well, this is all a lot! Too much, and it makes everything swim for a moment as she struggles to filter the overload of sudden stimuli, and all of a sudden it's over.]
Gods, w-what?! You could have at least warned me.
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In three hours and - [Checks the timer.] - thirty-two minutes, you'll have incoming.
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Creatures of destruction that descend from the sky.
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When the countdown runs out, the sky will darken and they will arrive, with the express purpose of ruining whatever they come into contact with.
They can be damaged the same way we are, with blades and guns and explosions. They'll attempt to damage you physically, but also to cause mental intrusions.
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[NOT GREAT]
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It is alright. I will prevail.
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Now... you'd best get moving.
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[Starting out.]
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