>>5190122Just when you think things can’t get any more tense, someone forgets to pay the damn electricity bill! The modern, but cozy interior of your private bunker’s living room vanishes from sight as not just one, but <span class="mu-i">every</span> room in the joint goes dark! Tensing up at the sudden darkness, your gaze darts around your pitch-black surroundings while your pals spring into action!
“What the <span class="mu-s">FUCK!?</span>” Talbot roars with disdain! “You better not have done some ‘<span class="mu-i">science shit</span>’ to the lights, dork!”
“<span class="mu-i">N-n-N-no! I’m sc-sc-scared of the d-dark!</span>” Mutters the stuttering voice of Denise near the center of the room.
“Nobody move!” Tucker barks as you hear Kiki fumbling through her pockets beside him, “It’s just an outage–it’ll be back in a second!”
“Screw that-” Mitzi scoffs from across the circle from you, “Anyone got a lighter or something? Pretty sure I’ve got a flashlight somewhere…”
“Yea, just gimme a sec…” Art grumbles a few feet from where you’re standing. “Stan, you got anything useful in those pockets you wanna share?”
“Everyone just calm down!” Sybil orders, her position swiftly given away by a pair of glowing blue orbs. “... and will whoever’s grabbing me there <span class="mu-i">please</span> stop?”
“... sorry.” Eddie mumbles in an embarrassed tone.
Despite everyone’s solid suggestions, no one seems to actually <span class="mu-i">do</span> any of them. In fact, you can already feel your pals stumbling around blindly in the darkness! What the hell!?
“I’d say I was shocked, but at dis’ point I’d be lyin’...” Ly remarks as he pokes the <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL PROJECTION</span> of his head out from your body. “Any ideas, cupcake?”
Whether this is due to nerves, wicked intent, or their usual incompetence remains to be seen, but one thing’s for sure here:
It’s up to <span class="mu-s">YOU</span> to clean up this mess!
… also this damn <span class="mu-r">RACCOON</span> you’re holding is feisty! Protesting against you holding her by the scruff of her neck, <span class="mu-r">LIL’ STANLEY</span> jerks her surprisingly-heavy body around to escape your grasp, no doubt to steal a sip or ten of that <span class="mu-g">DELICIOUS SOUP</span> Kiki was cooking!
Looks like it’s your move here–the question is, what do you do?!
>TAKE CHARGE! ORDER EVERYONE TO COOL IT!>TACKLE SOMEONE! DON’T LET ‘EM OUT OF YOUR SIGHT! (WHO?)>JUST TAKE A FLASHLIGHT OUT ALREADY, CRIPES!>RESTRAIN THE RACCOON!>WRITE-IN! 