22-02-2026, 09:49 PM
4 votes for Aragorn. 4 votes for No Lynch.
The operator rubbed his eyes. While he was glad to not have to execute a member of the crew, he knew deep down that another day of inaction was the last thing they needed, regardless of whatever had spared them the night before. Once more the group left the Matrix with no losses, but they each knew that may change before the night was through. They went about their preparations for the oncoming assault. While the Pequod's crew were preoccupied a pair of lone footsteps snuck across the deck, sending metallic echoes ringing out through the silence. He quickly tapped a string of keys on the operator's keyboard and scanned the digital rain that flooded the monitors until he saw what he was looking for. He heard a low hum gradually getting louder signalling his time had ran out-a Sentinel was here. He rushed back to his room and lunged for a lightning rifle but it was too late, the Sentinel peeled the wall of the Pequod like a tin can, its tentacles immediately squirming through the newly made gap and impaling him. By the time the rest of the crew reached the source of the noises the Sentinel was gone and their crewmate was already dead, with only the sound of the air rushing through the tear in the hull left behind.
The crew wasted no time heading to the deck. The operator looked around at them solemnly. They hadn't slept in days. Those working for the Machines were still among them. They were doubting themselves and one another-but they couldn't give up. As they laid down on their chairs the operator spoke: "this is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You make the wrong call - the story ends, you wake up to another Sentinel attack and the ship is done for. You make the right call - you stay in the fight for one more day and we still have a chance of getting through this..." He jacked them in. "...No pressure."
The first sound the crew heard in their new location was the creak of the wooden floor. As they adjusted to their surroundings they realised they were inside a small teahouse. A single window let light in from the outside, casting long shadows across the simple furniture and panelled walls. Even as the potential end of the Pequod loomed, the teahouse instilled a feeling of calm in the crew, who sat around the various benches and faced one another. No phone interrupted the quiet this time, but the words the operator had left them with in the real world rang through their head all the same. This is their last chance.
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ALIVE:
@Agent
@Aragorn
@Null
@black king
@st3ve
@starschwar
DEAD:
@Annoying Prick (Bug)
Departed (Upload)
@Jassassino (Hack)
Day 3 has ended.
No Lynch.
No Lynch.
The operator rubbed his eyes. While he was glad to not have to execute a member of the crew, he knew deep down that another day of inaction was the last thing they needed, regardless of whatever had spared them the night before. Once more the group left the Matrix with no losses, but they each knew that may change before the night was through. They went about their preparations for the oncoming assault. While the Pequod's crew were preoccupied a pair of lone footsteps snuck across the deck, sending metallic echoes ringing out through the silence. He quickly tapped a string of keys on the operator's keyboard and scanned the digital rain that flooded the monitors until he saw what he was looking for. He heard a low hum gradually getting louder signalling his time had ran out-a Sentinel was here. He rushed back to his room and lunged for a lightning rifle but it was too late, the Sentinel peeled the wall of the Pequod like a tin can, its tentacles immediately squirming through the newly made gap and impaling him. By the time the rest of the crew reached the source of the noises the Sentinel was gone and their crewmate was already dead, with only the sound of the air rushing through the tear in the hull left behind.
The crew wasted no time heading to the deck. The operator looked around at them solemnly. They hadn't slept in days. Those working for the Machines were still among them. They were doubting themselves and one another-but they couldn't give up. As they laid down on their chairs the operator spoke: "this is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You make the wrong call - the story ends, you wake up to another Sentinel attack and the ship is done for. You make the right call - you stay in the fight for one more day and we still have a chance of getting through this..." He jacked them in. "...No pressure."
The first sound the crew heard in their new location was the creak of the wooden floor. As they adjusted to their surroundings they realised they were inside a small teahouse. A single window let light in from the outside, casting long shadows across the simple furniture and panelled walls. Even as the potential end of the Pequod loomed, the teahouse instilled a feeling of calm in the crew, who sat around the various benches and faced one another. No phone interrupted the quiet this time, but the words the operator had left them with in the real world rang through their head all the same. This is their last chance.
ALIVE:
@Agent
@Aragorn
@Null
@black king
@st3ve
@starschwar
DEAD:
@Annoying Prick (Bug)
Departed (Upload)
@Jassassino (Hack)
Day 4 has begun.
