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 You remember dying. It's vivid and real, and you can absolutely remember taking your last breath. By all measures, that should have been the end. And yet, like waking from a deep sleep, you awake in a comfortable bed in a quaint little bedroom, and outside the window, you can see an even more quaint little neighborhood. You can get up to explore, but before you leave the bedroom, the radio inside flickers to life. "Good morning," Judy says, calm as ever, "Let me first say that I'm sorry that we've deceived you—" Because indeed, the more you look at this little neighborhood, the more it may feel familiar to you. It's almost like this was the kind of life you had before you ended up in the complex. Though as Judy explains, it wasn't a complex at all. The complex was something called a Vault, and the Vault was meant to protect you from the cataclysmic war that nearly wiped out humanity on the surface. You were kept safe. In a sense. It seems that the Vaults ultimately weren't much of protection in the first place. But Judy has done her best to ensure that your death in the Vault wasn't truly the end. Because of the nature of what was done to you, she was able to back up your existence in the servers that support the Vault. Strictly speaking, that's where you are now. You're a digital construct, and this neighborhood is Judy's idea of how to sustain you in the coming decades. That is the downside here, of course. All you can do is simply wait for someone to discover these servers, hoping they haven't failed by then. Perhaps there might be a way for you to return to the living then... Though for now, that's a distant dream. The neighborhood is small, but clearly will allow every person their own little home when they perish. There's a chance to expand it to include whatever amenities you may dream up, and there may already be some here. In addition, you can always watch the Vault to see how they're doing. There's a television in each home, and through it, you might understand how Judy can see so much. Flipping through the channels gives you a view of nearly every room in the Vault, at least until curfew falls. It's quality entertainment, since it gives you a way to keep tabs on the living. So, how will you spend your time? |
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[ Jack shakes his head and groans in frustration, even reaching up to pull at his face, but. This is just his extreme exasperation showing here, because it's very frustrating for him to be so angry and have no one to take it out on, basically... Jack is not the best person, yikes. ]
And, uh— Feel like I should apologize to you, weirdly? Like, he kinda went batshit crazy because I thought I had things more under control, but nope, totally underestimated the levels of batshit crazy there. He's got less tricks, actually, and more just like "what the hell," now that I'm thinking about it.
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[Assuming that... there isn't some external force out there saying that Rhys is allowed to be one of the last survivors, of course.]
It's fine. I was awake at the wrong place at the wrong time, mostly. [Mitsutada rubs the back of his neck, somewhat awkwardly.] Thanks, though! I have a feeling he won't apologize to me, so I'll take yours instead. [As if an apology from Rhys would actually placate him, but whatever.]
Oh yeah, do you know if there's a good way to relieve stress around here? And maybe... somehow get a copy of Rhys's face on a punching bag or something.
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[ Jack relaxes more at this point, and though he crosses his arms, it's more casual instead of tense. ]
As for stress, depends on what you consider stress relieving, but, yeah, was totally there with you. Probably was impulsive and should've asked for something cooler, but, eh, shooting range it was. No Rhys faces, but if you want to shoot the hell out of something, I've got you covered there.