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[hr][sup][@Kyrisse][@King Cosmos][/sup]
[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Sarah Whitlock and Zionne Keith would exit through their respective doors into a massive auditorium—of sorts. Light filtered in through the cracks in the ceiling, provided by the eight moons above. It would be enough to survey the area around them. There were clusters of seats surrounding pillars made of what looked like television screens. Most of the screens were broken, rusted wires busting through the back  and pouring out like so much spaghetti. Yet, there were a few that had their mechanical parts cannibalized. They had large chunks of wiring missing, almost as if they were surgically removed. 

Hanging on the rusted metal walls of the room were banners that had been eaten by time and the elements, not that the words that remained made any sense. The surface underneath their feet was comprised of thick tiles made of a substance that seemed to coalesce under any pressure placed on it—much like a cornstarch mixture. Wind whipped through the holes in the auditorium, causing the metal to rattle and creak. 

Suddenly, a noise filled the silence. A crackle of static, and then light poured out from one of the pillars as a television came to life. A man, heavily pixelated and blue in hue, appeared on the screen. He tapped what seemed to be papers on a desk before staring directly forward. Words scrolled at the bottom and “CHANNEL 43 NEWS” appeared in one corner while “MISTER REID” appeared in the other. 

“Today, on your nightly Channel 43 News, we have updates on the growing borders of the Tyrant’s empire. And we ask the dangerous questions… are all unicorns [i]truly[/i] necessary?” He then turned his head, and the camera angle changed. “We’ll also be discussing the psychology behind your own personal doors and how to put them behind you—both metaphorically and figuratively.” He snapped back to the first camera. “And lastly ‘The Glass Wind,’ should you be scared for your existence when it comes? Experts say: ‘fuck yes.’” He flashed a bright smile, even as pixelated as it was. “And now Terrace with the weather.”

There was a beat, and the man leaned back in his chair. Another figure, crisp and lacking any pixilation, came into frame with a brush and compact. He waved them away before looking forward. “I only have a few minutes before the cameras cut back to me. Sarah, Z, listen to me. Get the fuck out of here. Change your name if you have to.”[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[hr][sup][@Prosaic][@Auz][@samakama][/sup]
[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Keandre Roux, Seong Jin-Soo, and Orie Law would find themselves deposited onto what could was simply a stretch of road. It looked to be asphalt, the earth having pushed it up in places and spectral green flowers reclaiming it. Along the sides were buildings, globe-like in structure, with prominent metal “bones” on display. The sky above was dark, starless, but eight moons reflected the light off what might have been a sun. Further away, against a dim horizon, blinking lights were seen slowly moving away. They were like the ones on airplanes, except their outline was rectangular. 

Yet, the most notable object in their purview would be a massive sign, much like a billboard on Earth, stating “Welcome to Anigma Fluxx” and below it “Population: ∞” The small blub that illuminated it flickered before shining brighter. To the keenest of eyes, they could see that something had been written on the sign. Jin could have sworn one of the characters looked Korean in nature. There was a platform underneath it, and a ladder leading up to it. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone had climbed it and written something.

The light flickered again, and this time the reflection caught something. A figure was below the sign. The light brought to focus a head and shoulders, leading down to arms, a torso, and then nothing. It took a step with no limbs to speak of, and the sinewy nature of pale flesh stretched over metal came into the light. Another “step” and it was five feet closer. A chunk fell from inside the torso of the creature and landed on the ground with a meaty, wet thud. Even in this pale light, one could easily make out that it was a human head—ripped and gnawed at. The creature’s own head tilted to the side, staring at the trio with a lack of eyes in their sockets. The jaw lowered, almost melted, from its face. Metal cords with rusted hooks attached poured out. They quivered, paused, and launched towards them.

Keandre was able to avoid them easily. Jin did so, but barely. Yet, Orie was not so lucky. The hook buried itself in his leg, and the cord tightened—ready to drag the young man into the creature’s maw.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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[center][𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻: ◼◼+ AVOIDED THE HOOKS]  [𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐: ◼◼◼◼+ WILL PASS TO GET THE HOOKS OUT][/center]
[hr][sup][@Lucky][@corneredbliss][@TheMushroomLord][/sup]
[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent]Ricky Hightower, Ruby Zhu, and Eden Williams were in complete and utter darkness. That might have been more or less jarring than the others’ experiences depending on one’s fear of the pitch blackness. What would be felt immediately was water, cold and electric, lapping against their ankles. A groan emanated from all around them like the earth yawning. It was then that the sensation of water against ankles would be water against calves. 

A crackle of electricity and a bulb flickered on above them. It illuminated the cramped space. They were in a tunnel, made of what seemed like glass with words flickering across it in a garbled language. Water surrounded them, a clear gray almost as if all the color had been sucked out of it. Within the water, figures dark and ominous writhed in the currents. Behind them was a wall made of stone, a metal plaque embedded in it. Before them were massive chunks of stone from a collapse in the ceiling beyond the tunnel. They could see the light on the other end, but the pieces of rock were too large to move. The water trickled in from a crack in the tunnel above them, and it was now at their knees. 

Glancing around for a solution, any solution, would lead their eyes to something that may have been missed the first glance around—or maybe they didn’t want to see it. A skeleton was half crushed underneath the debris. Only its rib cage and arms were visible. Flesh and sinew hung from black stained bones. It seemed as if they had been down here for a long time, but the rupture was new. Yet, what was strange about the skeleton was the fact that its bony arm reached upwards, intact, and had a piece of the massive stone that crushed it, resting gingerly in its hand. Almost as if it had punched up at the last minute but only had been able to stop a single piece of the ceiling from crushing it. Wrapped around the skeletal arm seemed to be a golden centipede—the tendrils of its legs and antennae holding the arm and fingers together like a tensile cord.

At their arrival, the odd golden creature stirred. It pulled away from the skeletal arm and plopped into the water. Immediately, the brittle bones gave way and were crushed by the stone it had been holding up for what could have been centuries. The tunnel shifted, and the water rushed in faster. There was a flash of gold in the water underneath their feet. A breeze slid in, almost as if reminding them there was a way out. One hidden behind a massive piece of stone.[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[center][𝕊ℙ𝔼𝔼𝔻:  ◼◼◼+ TO GRAB CENTIPEDE]  [𝔹𝕆𝔻𝕐: ◼◼◼◼◼◼ TO LIFT THE STONE][/center]