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You try to pry some kind of follow up information from the mysterious texter. All you're given is the coordinates to a nearby mall. You've overheard rumors of a 'SPESS EXPERIENCE SIMULATOR' that Y-Corp has been selling to various businesses. Something about letting people 'experience the FREEDOM of Space' while they're still stuck on earth.
Frankly it's way beneath you if that's all it is. It's probably some shoddy VR system that gives you motion sickness but they had to contact you for a reason, no?
You head back to the parking lot you left your car at. Might as well see what all of the hubba is about.
The mall you arrive at is one of the few buildings in the subdistrict you're in that hasn't been renovated by the sudden influx of cash. The concrete you're driving on is cracked, the building itself looks fifty years out of date, there's hardly anyone else here besides you.
You suppose it's just going to be you and whoever the mystery caller is.
The walk to the mall is a long, chilly one but you suppose it's nice to have some peace and quiet. It's still foreign to you even though your previous adventures might as well be ancient history by now.
That and it spares you from the paparazzi who bother you about what G-Corp stock to invest in.
Inside the mall isn't much better. The only person you spot amongst the closed and/or barely running businesses is a single janitor doing her best to clean the dusty floor.
"Ah, luv." She points to a nearby arcade. "There ya go. Leave the others to haunt this place in peace. You're here for THAT, aren't you?"
You narrow your eyes at her. Having a clear head has made you really tense whenever you come across someone gibbering in tongues like you used to.
You shrug, thanking her for the directions.
The arcade might as well be an anomaly's domain with how bizarrely decorated it is. A schizophrenic patchwork of decorations made up of various 'fun' themes are scattered along the walls. Cowboys, sci-fi, fantasy, you name it. A half remembered mishmash of an arcade.
None of the machines are working. You continue to roam throughout the arcade until you find what you think you were sent here for.
A single locked door that's nestled in between two blank grey arcade machines. A piece of paper with 'PERSPECTIVE' scribbled on it is slapped on front of it.
It doesn't take long for you to find where the key is. WHISPERS OF THE CITY made sure of that.
The door opens up to reveal a blank wall. You're about to throw in the towel right then and there - This was a cruel joke at your expense.
You rest your hand against the wall and, huh. It phases right through like the wall wasn't even there. Odd. You suppose this is some Y-Corp tech. A portal hidden by a paper thin illusion. You step right the wall to see where all of this is going to lead you to.
https://youtu.be/4o6_8Unj2mQ - THE END
The first thing you notice is that you're now in a small compact chamber completely made out of glass.
Frankly it's way beneath you if that's all it is. It's probably some shoddy VR system that gives you motion sickness but they had to contact you for a reason, no?
You head back to the parking lot you left your car at. Might as well see what all of the hubba is about.
The mall you arrive at is one of the few buildings in the subdistrict you're in that hasn't been renovated by the sudden influx of cash. The concrete you're driving on is cracked, the building itself looks fifty years out of date, there's hardly anyone else here besides you.
You suppose it's just going to be you and whoever the mystery caller is.
The walk to the mall is a long, chilly one but you suppose it's nice to have some peace and quiet. It's still foreign to you even though your previous adventures might as well be ancient history by now.
That and it spares you from the paparazzi who bother you about what G-Corp stock to invest in.
Inside the mall isn't much better. The only person you spot amongst the closed and/or barely running businesses is a single janitor doing her best to clean the dusty floor.
"Ah, luv." She points to a nearby arcade. "There ya go. Leave the others to haunt this place in peace. You're here for THAT, aren't you?"
You narrow your eyes at her. Having a clear head has made you really tense whenever you come across someone gibbering in tongues like you used to.
You shrug, thanking her for the directions.
The arcade might as well be an anomaly's domain with how bizarrely decorated it is. A schizophrenic patchwork of decorations made up of various 'fun' themes are scattered along the walls. Cowboys, sci-fi, fantasy, you name it. A half remembered mishmash of an arcade.
None of the machines are working. You continue to roam throughout the arcade until you find what you think you were sent here for.
A single locked door that's nestled in between two blank grey arcade machines. A piece of paper with 'PERSPECTIVE' scribbled on it is slapped on front of it.
It doesn't take long for you to find where the key is. WHISPERS OF THE CITY made sure of that.
The door opens up to reveal a blank wall. You're about to throw in the towel right then and there - This was a cruel joke at your expense.
You rest your hand against the wall and, huh. It phases right through like the wall wasn't even there. Odd. You suppose this is some Y-Corp tech. A portal hidden by a paper thin illusion. You step right the wall to see where all of this is going to lead you to.
https://youtu.be/4o6_8Unj2mQ - THE END
The first thing you notice is that you're now in a small compact chamber completely made out of glass.
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