>[EXILE] "Escaping your purpose is impossible. Get ready to fucking die, you pieces of shit." (Authority Chief Heath Serras of the 5th Agenda and his Ordinators: ****.)>7, INTERROGATE>7, INTERROGATE>...>L-Let go already! >You're scaring me...You blink.
Smile. There's a gun pointed right at your head.
Not more than a few yards away is the Captain, his curved claws poised upon the trigger of a heavy revolver.
"Halt."
But even though he has his face and his voice, it is not the Captain. Not in height nor in apparel nor in the tone of cold authority which demands and assumes total control of the scenario unfolding before you.
A little moth shuffles beside him, clad in a straightjacket, looking quite mad indeed.
"Stay where you are or you will be sterilized. Put your hands above your head and make no further movements."
[LONE SURVIVOR] Everything comes into focus. The thorns like monuments. The ache in your chest as it fights for every breath. The object of your heart's desire in the distance.
[NEMESIS] Upon the instrument of death, the sunlight softly gleams.
You raise both hands in surrender.
"Human, tell us," Heath says with the voice of Governing Authority. "Where is the Captain Heath Serras of World-Line B, of the 7th Agenda?"
[LONE SURVIVOR] "Who pulls a gun against a dying man?"
[MOTH] The appeal to alien morality fails. "Where is Captain Heath? If you want to live, you must tell us. We were brought here by unknown phenomenon. Yet I can feel the presence of that damnable traitor more than ever."
[PARANOIA] "Yes. These events are linked altogether. Your plans are known. Your plans are irrelevant. The Machine has entrapped the second person there beneath your skin. Rebellion is futile. You will answer our questions. Where is the God Machine that he has hidden from us? Why is the Machine hidden from us? Hidden then? Are you in league with that Captain Heath? Do not lie."
>USE>EXAMINE>TALK>RECOLLECT/NOTES>SWITCH CHARACTER>PRAY >REBUKE>COMMIT SUICIDE>METACOMMS (CLOSE, TALK, MUTE, REMOVE PATRON, ETC.)>WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?<P: Shit!>
<P: I can see him!>
<P: The Captain's right behind me, and everyone else too!>
<P: When that darkness>
<P: We talk about it later. MORDRED! What do you want the rest of us to do?>
