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A hiss of stale air leaks past grilles scattered along the enclosure. The walls hum faintly, a panel of light flickers somewhere above you, half-dead and flickering morosely to coat your prison in a sickly glow. As short breaths of your air condense into mist, the answer comes like a bolt of lighting.
You understand now.
This is a cryostasis pod.
<span class="mu-i">Your cryopod</span>.
And if you don’t want it to become your coffin, you need to get out.
>>An average, un-augmented human being has stats of [2] across the board.
>>You currently have [2] in each of these stats:
>Brawn – a measure of brute power, strength and overall fitness.
>Finesse – a measure of manual dexterity, hand-eye coordination and body control.
>Cunning – a measure of how crafty, clever and creative a character can be.
>Intellect – a measure of intelligence, education, mental acuity and ability to reason/rationalize.
>Willpower – a measure of discipline, self-control, mental fortitude and faith.
>Presence – a measure of moxie, charisma, confidence and personality.
>>How do you make the door open? [Please choose one]
>Brawn – you plant both hands against the lid, muscles straining as you shove with every ounce of raw strength you can muster. The chamber groans under the force, until something finally gives way. [+1 Brawn]
>Finesse – you twist, contort, and stretch until your fingers brush against a recessed switch hidden at your side. A sharp pull, a heavy click – and the mechanism hisses to life. [+1 Finesse]
>Cunning – your eyes catch the faint outline of a panel just beneath the rim. With quick, improvised work – prying wires, sparking connections – you coax the machine into betraying its own lock. [+1 Cunning]
>Intellect – you force down the panic and study the chamber itself. Circuits, servos, magnetic seals – you piece them together like a puzzle, reasoning out the precise sequence to trigger the emergency override. [+1 Intellect]
>Willpower – the instinct to thrash and panic is strong – but you deny it. Instead, you allow the fear to pass, steady your breath, and wait with grim patience until the mechanism cycles on its own. [+1 Willpower]
>Presence – you shout into the void, commanding the unseen with a strangled breath. Whether its desperation, confidence, or sheer audacity, your voice carries, and the pod responds. [+1 Presence]
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