>>5380116It takes you a while to find a quiet spot for a radio call–even longer to find one with a chair you can sink into. As you quickly find out, your <span class="mu-g">MASTER KEY</span> has its uses–after a few frightening encounters with, in your words, ‘<span class="mu-i">Enraged Spirits</span>’, you quickly learn that said key opens electronic doors within a certain proximity!
You’re still on the fence about the whole spirit thing.
In any case, you manage to find a maintenance office complete with a desk and worn-out office chair–its surface cracked and covered in stains you’d rather not identify closer. Still, a chair’s a chair, and as you plop into the seat with a satisfied sigh, you turn your <span class="mu-g">RADIO</span> to the frequency you agreed on and get comfy. Hey guys, you purr, guess who <span class="mu-i">YOU</span> just iced?
And receive no response.
Turning up the volume a little higher, you repeat your salutation–anyone there?!
“Maybe we’re down too lo-”
Before Ly can finish, a chorus of crackling fills the empty office and nearly scares you out of your seat! Sitting back upright, you bring your radio closer to your mouth. Seriously, you guys, you don’t have to <span class="mu-i">EAT</span> the damn thing!
“<span class="mu-i">-n! —AN! D-ead m–?!</span>”
The voice comes in spurts, but you can just barely make it out: Denise?
“<span class="mu-i">---n! –rous–ding ba–</span>”
You can’t understand them, damn it! You’re at <span class="mu-g">THE LODGE!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">---re —e ou!? —zi —-ding fa—</span>”
The signal grows weaker by the second. Intuition tells you that whatever you’re gonna say next, you’d better do it fast if they wanna hear it!
The question is, what <span class="mu-i">DO</span> you say?
>ARE MITZ AND ART OKAY?>WHERE ARE YOU?>HEAD TO THE LODGE!>DON’T USE THE SERUM!>SHOOT A FLARE OR SOMETHING!>SYB, DO THE DOLL THING!>WRITE-IN! 