DESCENT IN PROGRESS. . .

waking up in a vat of orange bioluminescent fluid isn't something that happens everyday. everything around is foggy, tinted with what surrounds your body. youre confused, groggy and— can't breathe? Okay, that's a problem. with all the strength you can muster, you smack the glass. CRACK. again, CRACK. and again. CRACK—

the glass shatters, the vacuum of the liquid pulling you from your confines. your arms can barely hold you, and glass is pushed away with the liquid. around you are 7 other tubes, all reading different percentages.

where am i?

you don't remember much. you dont remember names, but you remember their faces, and you have a vague idea of who you are. the others around you are starting to awake, the percentages disappearing into the same `OFFLINE` flashing bright and angry red on the pads. A few don't awake, but you cant think of those implications now.

outside is a mess of dusty papers and clipboards. In front of you is a massive core, pulsing and glowing so bright it looks like a mini sun. the room has many other doors, 9 others bending the curve of the massive room.

you pick up a clipboard and read a name, see a picture attached of someone you recognize vaguely.

TAKEN: 12/28/08
LAST EXPERIMENT: 06/20/10

The outside world is a foggy memory, accompanied by blurry figures. Your only goal?


Escape. If thats even possible.


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