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mitochondriaayaWho: Aya, any?
When: A week after game start.
What: Being tired.
She sighed and slid down the wall, checking the remaining bullets in her clip. The 'announcers' called it an advancement test. A random selection of people taken from a wide array of life paths, as well as an abundant swath of weapons available in the world, all to see if they were capable of standing out against some of the wilder elements 'out there'. In the universe beyond or who know, some notes she'd stumbled across seemed to indicate that when a world was on the verge of joining a bigger stage they'd end up playing a game like this as a test.
She'd pity them, really, if she wasn't so tired.
There was that brief ghost of a breeze above and to the left that indicated her new little spy was there. Always, like some damn hover, it felt about the size of a quarter, but she didn't doubt it was taking note of everything she did. Mainly because this was a 'game' and it was 'broadcast'. Whether it was broadcast home or not was anyone's guess, but if there was a signal she had faith that it was being hijacked by some rather terrifying scientists.
"Eleven" she listed softly. "I have to hit one of the depots, there were more ak's in the bloody loot drop." And she'd been gathering the guns into warehouses, neatly arrayed on tables and firing pins removed. Anyone who knew gun safety would be able to find the pins, it wasn't a hard thing, but she didn't want untrained civilians killing themselves by accident when at all possible.
There'd already been no few casualties. Despite the monsters being few and far between so far, an 'indiscriminate sampling' of players included disabled, elderly, kids. She had set up a social worker, a nurse, a vet, and about eight kids so far in an apartment building.The lone katzu she'd found prowling she pointed in that direction honestly, she didn't have enough of her regional dialect to do much besides relay 'kids need protecting' but she had full access to the main warehouse she'd been stockpiling things in?
Still, she was tired. And the food resources weren't as plentiful as the weapons, and that could be a problem with katzu and her own metabolisms to keep track of. None of the monsters so far had been...edible. They kind of dissolved into goo honestly.
Not nutritionally supportive goo even.
"Also skin's been a bit hot and buzzy feeling," she reported exactly like someone who cared was listening. "Don't know what that's about. Only one allergic reaction so far, that's a plus, and it was some kind of spewed numbing acid." Bah.
Anyway.
"Still daylight here. A night cycle would be nice after a week. Or some some rain. I'm probably rambling, sorry." Yup.Time to get up and get back toward home base for now.
Take a shower maybe.
When: A week after game start.
What: Being tired.
She sighed and slid down the wall, checking the remaining bullets in her clip. The 'announcers' called it an advancement test. A random selection of people taken from a wide array of life paths, as well as an abundant swath of weapons available in the world, all to see if they were capable of standing out against some of the wilder elements 'out there'. In the universe beyond or who know, some notes she'd stumbled across seemed to indicate that when a world was on the verge of joining a bigger stage they'd end up playing a game like this as a test.
She'd pity them, really, if she wasn't so tired.
There was that brief ghost of a breeze above and to the left that indicated her new little spy was there. Always, like some damn hover, it felt about the size of a quarter, but she didn't doubt it was taking note of everything she did. Mainly because this was a 'game' and it was 'broadcast'. Whether it was broadcast home or not was anyone's guess, but if there was a signal she had faith that it was being hijacked by some rather terrifying scientists.
"Eleven" she listed softly. "I have to hit one of the depots, there were more ak's in the bloody loot drop." And she'd been gathering the guns into warehouses, neatly arrayed on tables and firing pins removed. Anyone who knew gun safety would be able to find the pins, it wasn't a hard thing, but she didn't want untrained civilians killing themselves by accident when at all possible.
There'd already been no few casualties. Despite the monsters being few and far between so far, an 'indiscriminate sampling' of players included disabled, elderly, kids. She had set up a social worker, a nurse, a vet, and about eight kids so far in an apartment building.The lone katzu she'd found prowling she pointed in that direction honestly, she didn't have enough of her regional dialect to do much besides relay 'kids need protecting' but she had full access to the main warehouse she'd been stockpiling things in?
Still, she was tired. And the food resources weren't as plentiful as the weapons, and that could be a problem with katzu and her own metabolisms to keep track of. None of the monsters so far had been...edible. They kind of dissolved into goo honestly.
Not nutritionally supportive goo even.
"Also skin's been a bit hot and buzzy feeling," she reported exactly like someone who cared was listening. "Don't know what that's about. Only one allergic reaction so far, that's a plus, and it was some kind of spewed numbing acid." Bah.
Anyway.
"Still daylight here. A night cycle would be nice after a week. Or some some rain. I'm probably rambling, sorry." Yup.Time to get up and get back toward home base for now.
Take a shower maybe.
