It's winter here in the ice cap, so you haven't seen the sun in... seven, eight weeks? You don't remember. You don't care anymore. The others... the ones you used to call your research associates, your friends, are out to get you. You know it. But you're not going to let them. You're not going to see that smug satisfaction on their face when they send you out on another impossible mission, this time you're sure of it.
There aren't very many weapons up here this far north, but you think you'll make do with what you have. A couple of ice picks, an axe, and a pistol. For emergencies you see. At least, that's what they said to use it for. But you don't care what "they" have to say anymore. You're only interested in one thing at this point.
You stand in the living quarters, two slashed up bodies on the bunks. What do you do?
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>None to speak of.
>NO. If you get caught up in pondering the greater things in life, you might fool yourself into thinking that everything really IS fine! Nonono, can't get distracted, nope.
>You're really tired, you'll say that. But you've spent the last three weeks awake because they KNOW that you're vulnerable when asleep. You'll just have to suffer with this a little longer more.
>You make a decent attempt at cutting on of the bodies, but all you really manage to do is create a hollowed out head mask, which you equip. Gain +1 Fear.
>You can't fly! Not right now at least. You'd need some more of your magic beans, and they're in a locker on the other side of the base. You make a mental note to grab them.
>You go about hiding the bodies, but you stumble upon a tunnel. After following it for a while, you spot a door with some foreign runes inscribed on it, as well as an altar with similar inscriptions. You wonder what you could do with this?
>You put on your best dead body impression, but unfortunately the door remains unamused.
Try to seduce door into kinky fetish sex
>Okay.
>You try, but you don't know how to summon familiars yet!
>You reach for the comforting phallus, only to realize that you don't have it on you! You must have left it in your living area.
>You need to reach Level 5 and choose your profession before you can reroll your skills! Right now, you're only Level 3.
>Try as you might, the door stands unaffected by your charms.
>You need to be Level 7 in the Thief profession before you can do that.
>Nah.
>You punch the wall as hard as you can. You don't really earn anything out of this except a sprained wrist. The two hear this and turn around, but they still haven't seen you yet.
>You think about doing this, but you realize that while killing yourself would give you ample experience you wouldn't be able to use it on account of your being dead.
>You begin the plans to take over the base, but stop when you decide you don't really want it that much.
>You hear them discussing how weird that was, and how weird you were. You're pretty sure they're plotting schemes against you somehow.
>You run off elsewhere, abandoning the two for now. They'll get what's coming to them soon enough.
>You grow a dastardly, curly mustache and begin planning ways to "get" the protagonist, as soon as you find out who that is of course.
>You can't go home! The governement there is plotting against you too! At least here you're only being hunted by your "coworkers" rather than "soulless bureaucrats".
>You don't like those pills. They do bad stuff to your brain. Ugh, no thanks.
>You summon Beeltejuice to do your bidding, but unfortunately your level isn't high enough to command him! He runs off elsewhere in the base.
>You're not a Hindu, you're a Buddhist!
>Names are just labels society pins on you to classify you and make you fall into line. You've forgotten your name months ago, and look at you! You're still fine!
>You want to conserve ammo, so you stab and hack both of them with your ice pick and axe instead. You haul their bodies back to the altar and spill their blood upon it. You gain bonus experience for the kills and shoot up to Level 4! You can now use Blood Magic to steal the life force from your enemy!
>You stop and think about it for a second. You figure you're probably the only person whose seen the true side of society, at least in this base. Who knows about the rest of the world, you came here to escape them.
bring down the establishment
>Trying!
>I don't know how to "masturbate furiously over images of fluttershy's sweet ass"
>Trying!
>Oh, you have one on your PDA. That you destroyed. Tracking chips you see.