> F L O O D < -- (A Mostly Text Adventure)

[minitiate]

>Any reflective surfaces around to look at yourself in?

>Try and get that window open; fresh air might be grounding / not gross.

[Eversor]

Maybe...its just a watch?

Why would your arm be metal?!

[kaninchen]

Metal? What?

You stumble backwards, looking down at your arm. Lightning flashes once more, and you quickly examine yourself in the mere moments you have to see.

Both of your legs are metal prosthesis that extend all the way to your hip. Your left arm is also a metal prosthetic, and a small cracked screen is on the forearm. Your legs are attached right below the hip, bolted into place, with your arm being bolted into your shoulder. Some of your hair passes in front of your eyes as you look down, and when another burst of lightning strikes, you can see it is a dull dark blue. Short gray fur covers you from head to... well, not toe, obviously. Reaching above your head, you can feel your two ears, about a foot long and also covered with fur on the outside.

Your clothes are a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. The black nylon shorts reach down to mid-thigh, and the black tank top is enough to cover your dignity. You don't have any socks or shoes. Your clothes are a little tattered on the edges, your prosthesis have scratches and a few dents, your hair is slightly tangled and greasy, and your fur is thin and matted down.

Your heart begins to beat faster and faster as you examine yourself. Who are you? What is all this? Why are you here?

The cracked screen on your prosthetic arm suddenly turns a dim green. You jump a little at it, but suddenly you feel a wave of warmth coming over you.

You read the screen.

*
DOSAGE GIVEN
C17H13ClN4 RELEASED
stimtype[Depressant]
printstring."Acute adrenaline detected. Depressants injected into blood stream."
*

It stays on for a few seconds, then the screen turns off.

[Morphimus]

You're a cyborg! Awesome! Time to get out of this room though. Is there a door?

[viridianarcanist]

Search the couch for a key.

[kaninchen]

A key, a key... Maybe the couch? Or the clothes?

As you are fumbling with the clothes, you pick up a pair of jeans. Out of the pocket falls a key. You pick it up. It's small, made of cheap metal, and covered in grime.

But before you can even think of using the key, you hear a muffled pop coming from outside. Next thing you know, the window is burst open and something slams into the wall on the far side of the room. The room is suddenly filled with cold wind and rain. You look behind you.

Whatever it was, it left a bullet hole behind.

[viridianarcanist]

Take cover behind the couch, any extra barriers between you and that are advisable.

[Eversor]

W...what is going on. C...Can we still go and use that key, I don't know if we should wait to figure out much more in here!

[Morphimus]

Flip the fuck out.

[Fish]

type power overwhelming into your arm screen as a safety precaution

[knightlygale]

Type gun into the control screen.

[kaninchen]

The couch is on one side of the room, pressed up against the wall. If you wanted to take cover behind the couch, you'd have to make do with the armrest. You do so.

Another muffled pop, and part of the armrest is torn to shreds. Stuffing, springs, and cheap foam are scattered across the ground. Lightning flashes, and you see another glint outside the window.

You rush to the door, fumbling with the lock. The key... doesn't fit. It doesn't go to the lock. You have a brief moment of realization, and you jump to the side.

A muffled pop. A crashing, splintering noise, and a giant hole is ripped into the door. The door handle dangles uselessly off of mangled metal and shards of wood. The locking mechanism clatters to the ground, and the door swings open.

You stumble out into a dark hallway before a hole is torn into you this time.

[Morphimus]

Run.

[Eversor]

SCRAMBLE! To...TO THE LEFT!

[knightlygale]

RUN!