Rolled 81 (1d100)
>>5511352After an extended period of sliding downwards you realize that you don't actually have any means of measuring time here. As such you can only generalize that it took approximately an eternity to get to the point where the pipe evened out to a horizontal rather than vertical orientation. Having to traverse the fairly narrow pipe horizontally in perfect darkness feet first is almost enough to make you wish you'd dived in head first, but the thought quickly vanishes when you consider how far you would've had to fall before getting to this section.
Eventually you emerge from the pipework into a forgotten corner of a massacre. You feel rather than hear or see the notification of your location.
> [[ Starship Wreckage Field: Infinite Slaughter Control Chamber ]]A shudder passes through your body as your foot lands in a puddle of congealed blood outside the pipe. The consummate darkness lifts, but you wish it hadn't as it only serves to reveal a field of corpses around you. Some human-looking, most not. Husks of monsters beyond your worst imaginings litter the area around you, all built up into a mound upon which a single figure sits.
