>>5907933>>5907957>>5907975>>5907992>>5908020>>5908048 (There have been more, there likely will be more later. I'm basic like that.)>>5908054You are not leaving without answers, this all really stinks but if you go in blind it might be even more dangerous. Knowledge is power and all that shit, you know? Gotta know, even if it's dangerous...
"This thing... Some call it the Phantom Game Console. Sold by a company called Hazre and made by fuck knows who under mysterious orders... It was suppose to launch years ago but was cancelled 'fore it could... 'Least, that's the official tale... Some people did play the darn games, and it fuckin' killed them."
Well... That's probably just about how bad it gets, right? But how does a video game kill someone? "The console was... It had a gimmick. Bit like that newfangled VR shit all horny teens are into nowdays, ya feel me? But this... Well, it could suck ya ass straight INTO the game With all the dangers that implied. Of course, most gamers weren't designed to survive shit." That...
All... Sounds... Oddly... Familiar? You recall the previous Ranked Fight...
What if that actually happened?
The company name... Was it not on the title screen of that arcade machine?!
"Nah but the weird ass mumbo-jumbo of this shit didn't end there... You see, the whole thing is..." He trails off, talking about a lot of specific and detailed shit that... Well, let's be blunt, you cannot focus on it at all. The CIA? Some sort of Ward? Eyeballs that contain worlds? Random names flung around like Kamui, Birkin, John, Naomi, like any of that means anything to you? Was Utopinia involved somehow? You lose track of it all... Just hearing him keep talking makes you feel heavy, like some inner voice keeps you from listening. The arcade machine was destroyed along with the bar it was in, so it's not like you have any real leads. All you want to ask is how many of those seemingly cursed consoles exist, and that is the last part you actually hear from him: "It's unknown how many of those are still out there... But if there's even one... Fuck, I ain't religious but God help us, man!"
...You need to leave.
NOW.
>Bolt it straight to the Job Office to occupy your mind.>Just run around the city and explore, see what's up.(Last for today)
