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vault1132023-04-17 05:27 pm
WEEK 2 MINGLE
The dreams take a different shape this week, after what happened last time. But still they persist. Still, you feel yourself drifting back. This time, there’s no vault. You’re back. You might even fool yourself into believing that reality was the dream all along.
Except, as you walk through the wreckage of what’s been happening in your absence, nobody notices you. Maybe they don’t even remember you. Maybe they think it’s better if they forget. Everything has gone wrong, and it’s getting worse. How long has it been? How long have you been in this damned vault? Has it been a week? A month? A year? Ten years? What mattered to you? What matters to you now? All at once. You hear someone try to talk to you. They’re not even there either, you may think you know them, or maybe they’re a stranger, and they breath deep into your ear and whisper. “Escape. Before it’s too late. Before you become one of us.”
And the dream ends and you’re primed and ready to continue your easy Vault living! Or well… however you’re feeling about it after the brutal deaths of two of your fellow prisoners. Regardless, early in the morning of the first day of your second week, The Overseer’s voice crackles over the speakers.
"A new floor’s opened up, as promised. I’m sure you all know the drill."
And then the intercoms shut off. No dramatic flair at all. Five out of ten. Oh well! Best get exploring, right?