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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 7, 2017 23:11:59 GMT -4
A man in a helmet pops his head out of the back door. "Cut out!" He exclaims, poking at you with some kind of long stick.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 12:54:56 GMT -4
Vlad grabs the stick, and using all of his Slavic strength, attempts to pull the stick, and the helmet man along with it, forward.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 11, 2017 22:29:49 GMT -4
The man is an MDF Guardsman, similar to the ones you've seen at the gate. He immediately rushes off, the door still open.
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Post by hygenisthygenist on May 12, 2017 23:23:57 GMT -4
John KynikosThe Bowels Beneath Heaven's Breach
You continue forth past the rickety bridge to a point designated as the sub station. An old man sits at a desk, flicking through the July issue of Knobs and Throbs. He waves a hand at you, a radio landing at your feet. A rack full of mapping analyzers sits beside the preoccupied geezer.
John Kynikos squatted to pick up the radio. He looked up at the old man, scrutinizing closely and wondering if anyone would bother to reply if he turned it on. Following that, he flicked the switch and without waiting for a reaction, grabbed one of the map analyzers. |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 23:27:36 GMT -4
Vlad peers inside, hoping to get a quick look at the interior of the building before sneaking in.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on May 13, 2017 9:14:57 GMT -4
John Kynikos
The Bowels Beneath Heaven's Breach
The mapping analyzer pings as you touch it. "https://soundcloud.com/user-gobletmydudelikewhatthefuckdopeopleevenlookatthisimeanwhatthefuckisupwithyoupeople/mad-1" The device seems to hold three options from its main menu >MOTION DET >LIDAR MAP >CAVE MAP The caves twist and bend around you as you're pulled towards the primary void climber. The void drags you into the pits of this wretched sphere. You awaken in a soft bed, the radio clicks on as it would every morning. "Good morning, Los Angeles, this is Philly Gibson signing on for some music and chatter, it's currently 71 degrees out, awfully warm this time of year but let's get to the music, which was graciously provided to use by the all glorious Blast-Cola Corporation." Earth, 3017, December 24'th: Twenty six hours until Peace Negotiations between Blast Cola Corp and CryptCorp International.
The bedroom is very simple: bed, chest of drawers, closet, television. Something explodes in the distance. There's a door to your left, along with the radio blaring '9:22' in primitive red LCDs. Vlad
You're in a small utility room, there's a bunch of breakers and curious machines here. There's a door to your right and a ladder to your left, leading down. |
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2017 14:16:43 GMT -4
There appears to be no sign of anyone inside, so Vlad enters, closing the door behind him and checking the other door.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jun 3, 2017 6:00:46 GMT -4
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You peek out into the lobby of the MDF Precinct: a bunch of crooked and ill looking folks filing police reports, complaining about the most recent gold fever outbreak, or picking up their bastard children from lockup. There's a great big elevator in the center of this lobby leading to the higher floors. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2017 22:08:38 GMT -4
Obviously a big, raggedy looking Russian could not just waltz up to the elevator. Vlad searches for a uniform that he could use to disguise himself.
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