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Reality itself is beginning to rip itself asunder. Right in front of your very eyes. There's only the faintest impression of what the layout of the room you're in should be.
Everything is a blur of colors and pixels like the engine the universe is running on has finally given up.
Occasionally, random words surrounded in a baby blue haze would be spat out through a random hole in the 'walls surrounding you. Words like 'rip itself asunder', 'words like', 'colors and pixels'- Wait. Those are your own internal thoughts.
You turn around. Your other squads are missing. It's just you and the six allies you picked for this final stretch of the mission.
You tap your earpiece. Seems like communication is still intact but...
"Hey, what the fuck's going on? We made ONE turn and I lost you guys!"
"It appears reality itself is placing tricks on us."
"I HATE ANOMALIES I HATE ANOMALIES I HATE ANOMALIES I HATE ANOMALIES"
"H-Hey, Nick, g-good thing I'm still with Benjamin. Haha."
"Welp. Guess we're on our seperate ways, partner."
Yeah. Guess you have to work with this.
NEW TERRIAN EFFECT - REALITY COLLAPSE!
>You won't know what DC any future skill check is going to be nor what dice you're rolling. >Skill checks that may normally require one stat will occasionally require another.>Damage taken will be randomly increased or decreased by up to 2 points [i.e 1 FLESH damage can be negated or increased to up to 3 DAMAGE])>Everyone not already marked for death in your squad is now marked for DEATH! You'll face the person responsible for 'claiming' the mark soon.Shit. Guess you shouldn't have expected the final stage of this place to be easy.
The first one to break the silence is Otto. Poor bastard looks completely spent from the last few hours of work he has been a part of.
"Here." He stuffs $2250 worth of bribe money into your hands. "This is the shit you have to deal with every day? Woo! No wonder why you were such a bitch when I first met ya. This shit is way, way out of my paygrade."
>-BRIBE MONEY from OTTO, +$2250"Of course someone like you wouldn't understand until you face it yourself." Anderson scoffs at Otto. "I've seen your type more than enough to know how spoiled you are."
"Hey, who the fuck are you?" Otto scoffs right back at the revolutionary. "Nickie really does pick up a lot of random lowlifes, huh? I can tolerate a LOT but spitting in MY face-"
[OVERCORRECTION] "Shut the fuck up." Adam immediately cuts the two off before they can start anything dumb. "Please. Shut the fuck up."
The two of them shift their hate over to Adam but before any more arguing could happen, Maruyama taps at the timepiece hanging off his neck. "Okay. I can tell there's some weird spacetime stuff and I think I can find a way forward."
You pull out your own MAKESHIFT POCKETWATCH. Time to find some way forward in this glitchy mess of a room.
It only takes a few steps forward before your group has to stop.
