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white waking (Lisa: The Pointless OST - Dream Serene.) https://youtu.be/K7rs2IydcDE
You wake from a deep and silent dream. Images of dream-seeking fall from your opening eyes like drifting grains of white sand. You feel better after that long rest... but not much.
You lie spread-eagle on your back and stare. Far above, the pipework ceiling twists and coils like the endless veins of the earth. You could lay here like this for a long time.
The blue light of a faraway computer shines faintly in the darkness of the <span class="mu-s">Control Room.</span>
You take in a deep breath and the pain stabs into you. Your lungs are being sque-e-e-e-e-e-e-ezed out by something like a gigantic hand reaching up into your chest. You cough sharply. The syringe falls from your hands and rolls away.
<span class="mu-i">"Your employment under P-Company has been secured as per our contract. Look at us. We're the machine that keeps the world going."</span>
You curl over in another coughing fit.
Cold eternity passes and the fever breaks. You stand up shakily, feeling the cramps and aches and popping joints of sleeping overnight on a hard, hard floor.
The soft computer light reveals a cheap plastic folding chair and a metal workstation in a clearing amid a sea of discarded paperwork. Stacks upon stacks of unattended alarm notices indicate a hasty abandonment of the facility you've been assigned to. Gibberish and nonsense symbols repeat endlessly.
Displayed on the screen is a camera feed of several people gathered around an open fire in the employee break room. In the back is a single nondescript door labeled PRODUCTION on cheap plastic.
<span class="mu-s">This is why you are here.</span>
You taste bitterness. A growing sense of purpose dominates. You are the newest manager of this derelict facility and generating the PRODUCT which the City desires above all else is now <span class="mu-s">your responsibility.</span>
Time to get back to work.
Before we begin, can you tell me which layer you are in right now?
>SURFACE. An impossible mechanical landscape hidden among the desert sands. Being so close to the smoking heart of industry imposes stricter oversight by many organizations, but increases the level of corporate assistance from your own P Company.
>URBAN. The City herself. Artificial lights, paved streets, the noise of traffic, and people, people everywhere. You feel a familiar (un)ease, being so close to home - it's easy to call in friends and favors but also easy for a bad situation to get even worse.
>SUBURBAN. Miles of desolation, anachronistic megastructure, and unknown laboratories. Isolated and with an increased frequency of hostile incidents, but expeditions into the ruins can prove lucrative in a variety of ways.
>DOWNTOWN. Walls of ancient stone press against the City's ceaseless expansion. The darkness is here and the night is everywhere with you. The caverns beckon. [HARD MODE]
>Write-in?
Reboot of MANAGER, HELP! Another Facility Management Quest. You'll see some familiar faces.
You wake from a deep and silent dream. Images of dream-seeking fall from your opening eyes like drifting grains of white sand. You feel better after that long rest... but not much.
You lie spread-eagle on your back and stare. Far above, the pipework ceiling twists and coils like the endless veins of the earth. You could lay here like this for a long time.
The blue light of a faraway computer shines faintly in the darkness of the <span class="mu-s">Control Room.</span>
You take in a deep breath and the pain stabs into you. Your lungs are being sque-e-e-e-e-e-e-ezed out by something like a gigantic hand reaching up into your chest. You cough sharply. The syringe falls from your hands and rolls away.
<span class="mu-i">"Your employment under P-Company has been secured as per our contract. Look at us. We're the machine that keeps the world going."</span>
You curl over in another coughing fit.
Cold eternity passes and the fever breaks. You stand up shakily, feeling the cramps and aches and popping joints of sleeping overnight on a hard, hard floor.
The soft computer light reveals a cheap plastic folding chair and a metal workstation in a clearing amid a sea of discarded paperwork. Stacks upon stacks of unattended alarm notices indicate a hasty abandonment of the facility you've been assigned to. Gibberish and nonsense symbols repeat endlessly.
Displayed on the screen is a camera feed of several people gathered around an open fire in the employee break room. In the back is a single nondescript door labeled PRODUCTION on cheap plastic.
<span class="mu-s">This is why you are here.</span>
You taste bitterness. A growing sense of purpose dominates. You are the newest manager of this derelict facility and generating the PRODUCT which the City desires above all else is now <span class="mu-s">your responsibility.</span>
Time to get back to work.
Before we begin, can you tell me which layer you are in right now?
>SURFACE. An impossible mechanical landscape hidden among the desert sands. Being so close to the smoking heart of industry imposes stricter oversight by many organizations, but increases the level of corporate assistance from your own P Company.
>URBAN. The City herself. Artificial lights, paved streets, the noise of traffic, and people, people everywhere. You feel a familiar (un)ease, being so close to home - it's easy to call in friends and favors but also easy for a bad situation to get even worse.
>SUBURBAN. Miles of desolation, anachronistic megastructure, and unknown laboratories. Isolated and with an increased frequency of hostile incidents, but expeditions into the ruins can prove lucrative in a variety of ways.
>DOWNTOWN. Walls of ancient stone press against the City's ceaseless expansion. The darkness is here and the night is everywhere with you. The caverns beckon. [HARD MODE]
>Write-in?
Reboot of MANAGER, HELP! Another Facility Management Quest. You'll see some familiar faces.
