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In the forsaken universe, there are (currently) only two things: Brutality and survival. The question is, can there be more?
“Hey, fella!” Chance greeted the first person they saw which was Noob. Noob gave him an unsure wave and nod. They were late to breakfast meaning everyone was up and about with their shenanigans. One thing that stood out to him was Guest leaning on the railing and Shedletsky kicking his slot machine. “This stupid thing won’t turn on!” He yelled in frustration. “Look, pal, maybe you should step away from Chance’s machines.” Guest suggested. Chance ran up the stairs. “Yeah! Maybe you should.” He yelled to Shedletsky. Shedletsky raised his arms up in mock surrender. “Okay, you got me. Seriously, how do you turn these things on?”
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That’s usually what happens in the cabin. Balances out the brutality, if anything. Like comic relief between rounds.
But what if those two collided? Rounds and breaks? Would that create “something more”?
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It was an ordinary day. The crew was chilling after some time had passed since the latest round. The door broke down with a thud. Killers.
The sentinels instinctively stepped in front. 1x1x1x1 stared at them blankly. “Th3y t00k 0ur w34p0ns.” It said. Chance and Shedletsky’s posture eased. Guest and Jane were still gritting teeth at them. “Is this some sort of joke?” Jane yelled. “R3L4X. W3R3 N0T 3XC1T3D 31TH3R.” Noli giggled, waltzing in. Nosferatu was already sitting on the couch. 1x had Shedletsky’s throat and c00lkid was (accidentally) strangling his father.
It was safe to say all hell broke loose.
”Heya, people, why don’t we calm down?” Chance suggested with a flip of his lucky coin. “Whaddaya’ flippin’ expect? These animals sid’down and talk ‘bout feelin’s?” Builderman yelled over the chaos. Chance glanced once and accepted defeat.
^Extracting abilities^
^Extracting all weapons^
^Saving file^
^Deleting (Specter) influences^
^Setting deadline^
^Expanding domain^
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World complete!