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>Endure your new obligations
This facility is an abyss that almost seems to run on moon logic. The few details you've gleaned about the higher ups make little to no sense and as for your encounters with them? Mr. Yellow was a fucking freak, just like everyone else in here.
It's absurd. It's an absurd, meaningless job but it's still a job at the end of the day. Just another <span class="mu-s">obligation</span>.
To be quite frank, nothing about your life has really changed in the grand scheme. You're still a complete nobody. You still work for a company who doesn't give a rat's ass about you. You are constantly tasked with doing things far out of your experience for, frankly, subpar pay. This facility might as well be an abyss with how awful it is to be here.
You already know how to cope with the situation you find yourself in. You just have to endure it. That's all you really CAN do. It doesn't matter what they throw your way. You'll take it on the chin and you'll find a way to make it through another day.
Wake up. Work. Eat. Sleep.
Wake up. Work. Eat. Sleep.
30 GOTO 10.
You suppose you can find some comfort in that. You won't break. No matter what they throw your way, you will survive. You have to. You already survived this long. You want to endure everything this facility throws at you out of sheer spite—to show them that you're not just any old wageslave.
Yeah, yeah, that'd be nice. You'll find power within your newfound chains. As long as you're still standing, you're winning.
A smile creeps across your face as sleep finally catches up with you. It's been a long day and tomorrow will just be as long. That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth.
Time for another shift at the shit factory.
>Something stirs inside you. Your bonus to endurance-based checks has gone from +2 to +4.
>Your gut tells you that you're getting another upgrade soon...
<span class="mu-s">DAY 6!</span>
You manage to get some decent sleep for once, funnily enough. You crack your eyes open and, to your shock, you're not the only one awake. Your fellow coworkers are mulling about, chatting with each other over inane shit like they always do. It's damn near impossible to tell what time it is in here without a clock but you'd guess it's early in the morning.
You briefly check your wounds to see how they healed up overnight. All things considered, while you still have some nasty scratches and bruises, they don't really hurt anymore. You basically feel brand new.
>MENTAL and PHYSICAL HEALTH are MAXXED OUT!
You already know you're probably going to get your ass handed to you later but hey, you might as well enjoy it while it lasts. You hop out of bed and you immediately make a beeline towards the exit. You catch some of your fellow dormmates staring at you but to be frank, you have better things to do than worry about them.
Before you could leave, though, one of your coworkers grabs you by the shoulder. "Hey. Someone's lookin' for you, man."
"Hm?" You offer a non-committal shrug. "Who?"
