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CALHOUN HOUR - SURVIVOR
At the crack of dawn, presumably, Calhoun gathers everyone in the first floor warehouse to make an announcement. "That's right, it's time for another of my special events!" He seems pretty pleased with himself. "I noticed you lazy, fat test subjects really let yourselves go last round! It's like I don't feed you here or something." "Well, I'm worried about your health, always lazing about and not getting proper exercise. So, I decided to be the change I want to see in the world, and so we're going to do something a littttttttllllllle different this time." "To stop you guys from getting soft from all the fun you're having here, it's time for a little workout." From one of the doors Calhoun never lets anyone go through there's a loud, metallic banging sound repeating, as if something is trying to get out. Calhoun does not seem troubled at all by this. In fact, he seems pretty excited. "The rules are simple, everyone's getting sixty coins to use as they see fit. You'll notice the vending machines on both warehouse floors. Anyone who isn't caught will even get a memory back." But what does that mean? "So go on, survive for 23 hours, I'll even give you a five minute head start. Good luck!" And with that he scurries off. Should people hang around they'll get to witness that same door open five minutes later. From the door comes several figures, human in shape but something is very, very wrong. They seem to be robotic, skeletal humans. At one point they must have had some synthetic skin over them but most of it seems to be melting or ripped off. They don't move very fast, mostly they shamble about until they focus on a target. Better hope it's not you! |
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"Shit," he cursed softly under his breath. This was a bad position to be in. He wasn't even in a room at the moment, instead wandering the halls between them. And it was no use waiting for his eyes to adjust, the darkness was too impenetrable. So, the only thing he could do was attempt to cling to the wall, slowly walking along and listening and very much hoping that he wasn't going to run into one of those things.
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"Not a robot or anything." Obviously.
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"Hh-" Clearly he's somewhat hesitant to admit it but - "Yeah. Kind of. My light went out and I'm not that familiar with the layout of everything to begin with." So, basically he was totally lost and had no idea where he was going.
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This is what he chose to worry about when there were zombie robots probably roaming around.
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"And I didn't say I wasn't gonna take it, I just said I minded." He hesitated for another moment, before adding. "How am I even supposed to figure out where your hand is?"
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The feeling of another person's hand grabbing his own was both strangely familiar and unfamiliar and the mixed sensations caused him to pause for a beat before properly clasping onto Snake's hand in return. "Right. Well. We're holding hands, so lead away."
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