>>5146593Out of the corner of your eye you saw her. She was naked and beautiful, her hair as black as night. Even in the core it stood out, a spot of living, flowing emptiness. It was longer than you could remember. In contrast to her ghostly pale flesh, she was carved from marble; her well muscled figure kept nothing from your eyes. Her face was concealed, the vortex of hair like tendril that reached out for you. In the back of your mind you can hear her whisper, you can hear her die again and again. "Pilot. Confirm. Over." You snapped your eyes shut and turned back toward the other Phobos. "Copy. I'm prepared and awaiting Auxiliary Linking. Let's get this over with." You replied sharply, the voice had only an ounce of authority.
You were ready this time, tense and prepared. Diving below you let the current pull you down, not fighting the hands that hauled you down the river Styx. Down into the Third Layer, Cerebellum Cells. The world warped outside your shell and the core, your mind quickly smothered by white endless pathways. Like the tunnels of an ants nest. Or the roots of an immense tree. You already knew you had to escape, uninterested in discovering what the layer would wish to subject you too. She swam along beside you, her alluring body curing through the waves. In one fluid motion she did laps, mischievously hiding her face and nothing else. "Pilot! What is your status?" The voice echoed down a fiendishly small route. Approaching you threw yourself at it. The voices began to return. Humming tunes that you naked audience danced to.
>What do you do, Pilot?>What do you say? Write in. >Try and escape the current Layer? >Explore the Layer further?Roll a dice+3d6+4 Mind Test.
Target is:14
Best of three will be used.
