Rolled 1, 5, 5 = 11 (3d6)
>>6082945Shockingly, you feel . . . refreshed. A slow wake from gradual slumber, a turning of the wires, a thrum in your head, the gradual re-contextualization of things your internal tags with meaning, colour, scent, taste, sound, the prickley burnt sensation across your outer dermis of burn damage safe to ignore and the slow catch in your reactions from internal wrackings of more delicate subsystems. You flex your fingers.
You realize - immediately - as eight pain editing software systems and nooceptic control feedback overrides and emergency shock hardening trauma impulse routines flare to life - that you need to stop trying to flex your fingers.
>>6082956THIS IS MY RIFLE
THIS IS MY GUN
Somehow you don't have either - and that's just no fun. A single clip of little tungstun reinforced sleek superdense core penetrators rests, in your tattered half uniform clothes. But of the thing that fires them? You have no awareness. Of batons? Of knives? Of clothscraps? Of experimental test serums? Of pistols? Of pistol bullets? No no no no no no no
.... but you have 3x Can O' Bean, so it ain't all bad.
Your mouth feels like you've spent a straight week licking the a beach though.
Ah, the beach. You remember that - it's clear - it could never fade. The beach? At the end of the beach, the ocean and the slow rolling waves and peace and horizons infinite. No dreams of confining corridors for a man such as you.
>WILL TEST>>6082961woah no no woah no NO nonono no NOOOOO
you need to go back to sleep
NOW
being awake, franchise management specialist Sundae, means being aware and being aware means knowing and knowing means you have to *feel all of this*
you should save yourself
you should
NOT
WAKE
UP
Because when you are DREAMING? all this ??? it hurts not at all
but if you pry those eyelids open-- there, the waking world, in all its cruelty, and your *smeared meat* within it.
perhaps cradling that gun in your off-hand can give you strength. the baton. the cloth scraps, wrapped around you, each and all, in some desperate attempt at keeping you together.
>>6082971you feel disjointed. dysregular. slow. and you are aware now: other things are aware of *you*. you have spent an eon, age unnumbered, uncountable pathogenic adaption cycles, bacteria humming, virals spliting, other stranger things brewing in the dark and the small places, and you are looking down the length of an evolutionary arms race of sign and counter-sign and *you are losing*
>>6082973What cruel being, let alone a studious machine intelligence, would deny an entity snacks?
If such onerous demands were ever placed on anyone, the only righteous path of all just-thinking mortal and immortal minds would be to burn down heaven itself in a storm of such violence the stars would be cut down and the void they leave behind filled by the dead.
you can have your snacks.
you can have as many snacks as you *can find* and *stuff in your mouth* and if anyone tries to stop you, *eat them*--
