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[h3][b][i][color=gold][center] As you start coming up with some semblance of a plan, you reach for control, for purpose, for anything that makes sense of this moment. Then you hear it. A sound that cuts deeper than steel. Beeping. Precise. Unstoppable. A countdown has begun.

The device is awake now. Not waiting. Not hesitating. It was never meant to be stopped. 

The bomb… it was never meant to be defused. There is no miracle. No redemption in wires or cleverness, nor the grace of gods. This was always meant to end one way.

You see it now. You feel it in your chest. The people in this hold were never meant to leave. This was never a rescue. It is a message. A warning. A piece of something far larger, far worse.

And your part in it has already been written.

You have only one choice, and even that has been taken from you.

All you can do is seek cover and hope that Ezekiel's unfinished prayer is enough to save you.

Ezekiel [@Helo] 
Scratch / Vallena [@Apex Sunburn] 
Callandra [@princess]

[u]I need each of you to please roll me a D20[/u][/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]