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It is dark.
It is warm.
It is dry.
The carriage has rolled on, as you fight and roll and throw counter-virals at each other, nanotic systems sparking and dying, swarms tearing and fragmenting and reforming - some attempting persuasion, others attempting war. The clash mounts, the energies increasing. Screeches of discordance haywire hell roll through the tunnels, loud and piercing. Claws rent the ground, up-scale virals tear at the walls and it is dark and dry and warm and violent and
you are not alone.
the screeching, the haywire, the electronic wide-spectrum signal counters, the counter measures to the countermeasures to the countermeasures.
in the dark forest, you do not make your presence known. the things that find you might not always be friendly.
