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6/26/2025, 9:56:03 PM
Mr. Poia bows and leaves you to face the CEOs yourself.
You take a deep breath before opening the door to face the music. The light of the setting sun pours out through the now open doorway. An intense gust of wind nearly knocks you off your feet.
Seems like wherever this is, it has access to fresh air. Good. You need to get some fresh air after everything that happens.
You cross the final threshold, passing right through the doorway.
You're on a large, empty metal platform attached to the side of the skyscraper. The sun shines from the open ceiling. A large fence surrounds the edge of the platform to make sure no one can fall off by accident.
The only thing on the platform besides you are two groups of thirteen podiums on opposite sides of the platform. Seated at each of them are, who else, the CEOs of the Alphabet Companies themselves.
https://youtu.be/bXn0W8ghi5A - THE FINAL SELECTION
The air is thick enough to cut a knife with. Dozens of eyes are staring down upon you with a mixture of intrigue, disgust, amusement, warmth and suspicion.
You take a moment to get a look at what the CEOs, these elusive figures, actually look like. You already recognize Leoht (A-Corp) and the Trucker (G-Corp) but the others are a mishmash when it comes to their appearances.
Some look like any other corpo. They have distinct colors on their outfits and sometimes they'd wear something fitting the theme of their company (R-Corp's CEO wears a poncho and X-Corp's wears full tactical gear) and their corpo logo stitched onto their breast but other than that, they're just regular humans. You'd say a majority of the CEOs look like, shockingly, normal people
The ones that catch your interest (and the ones you won over) are
-A large, formless and endlessly mutating pile of flesh loosely piled at one of the podiums (F)
-Squirming centipede legs and chitin that are only a fraction of some unspeakable large creature you can't even imagine the size of (Q)
-An antique, bulky computer from the 1950s that has been upgraded and modified with so many spare parts it has somehow achieved sentience (E)
-Fifty copies of the same man with the same shit-eating grin (V)
-An eyeball the size of a small car floating in a jar of saline (B)
-A desiccated corpse stapled to a cross. A large white robe covers her(?) decency (N)
-A gaunt, eyeless man who's skin is completely caked in a thick layer of what seems like tar. He smiles at you like you're his daughter. (D)
-What appears to be a DJ straight out of the 80's. Somehow he feels the most out of place here. (M)
You can hear them muttering to themselves about you and the small outburst you had back in the BANQUET HALL (presumably they overheard the STILLE DAG thing). Their conversation is immediately interrupted by two CEOs crying out one single word - "ORDER!!!"
A scarred hand and a large, metallic nozzle point at you. You trail back to see the two CEOs who clearly have an issue with you - S-Corp and K-Corp.
You take a deep breath before opening the door to face the music. The light of the setting sun pours out through the now open doorway. An intense gust of wind nearly knocks you off your feet.
Seems like wherever this is, it has access to fresh air. Good. You need to get some fresh air after everything that happens.
You cross the final threshold, passing right through the doorway.
You're on a large, empty metal platform attached to the side of the skyscraper. The sun shines from the open ceiling. A large fence surrounds the edge of the platform to make sure no one can fall off by accident.
The only thing on the platform besides you are two groups of thirteen podiums on opposite sides of the platform. Seated at each of them are, who else, the CEOs of the Alphabet Companies themselves.
https://youtu.be/bXn0W8ghi5A - THE FINAL SELECTION
The air is thick enough to cut a knife with. Dozens of eyes are staring down upon you with a mixture of intrigue, disgust, amusement, warmth and suspicion.
You take a moment to get a look at what the CEOs, these elusive figures, actually look like. You already recognize Leoht (A-Corp) and the Trucker (G-Corp) but the others are a mishmash when it comes to their appearances.
Some look like any other corpo. They have distinct colors on their outfits and sometimes they'd wear something fitting the theme of their company (R-Corp's CEO wears a poncho and X-Corp's wears full tactical gear) and their corpo logo stitched onto their breast but other than that, they're just regular humans. You'd say a majority of the CEOs look like, shockingly, normal people
The ones that catch your interest (and the ones you won over) are
-A large, formless and endlessly mutating pile of flesh loosely piled at one of the podiums (F)
-Squirming centipede legs and chitin that are only a fraction of some unspeakable large creature you can't even imagine the size of (Q)
-An antique, bulky computer from the 1950s that has been upgraded and modified with so many spare parts it has somehow achieved sentience (E)
-Fifty copies of the same man with the same shit-eating grin (V)
-An eyeball the size of a small car floating in a jar of saline (B)
-A desiccated corpse stapled to a cross. A large white robe covers her(?) decency (N)
-A gaunt, eyeless man who's skin is completely caked in a thick layer of what seems like tar. He smiles at you like you're his daughter. (D)
-What appears to be a DJ straight out of the 80's. Somehow he feels the most out of place here. (M)
You can hear them muttering to themselves about you and the small outburst you had back in the BANQUET HALL (presumably they overheard the STILLE DAG thing). Their conversation is immediately interrupted by two CEOs crying out one single word - "ORDER!!!"
A scarred hand and a large, metallic nozzle point at you. You trail back to see the two CEOs who clearly have an issue with you - S-Corp and K-Corp.
6/26/2025, 9:50:07 PM
Mr. Poia bows and leaves you to face the CEOs yourself.
You take a deep breath before opening the door to face the music. The light of the setting sun pours out through the now open doorway. An intense gust of wind nearly knocks you off your feet.
Seems like wherever this is, it has access to fresh air. Good. You need to get some fresh air after everything that happens.
You cross the final threshold, passing right through the doorway.
You're on a large, empty metal platform attached to the side of the skyscraper. The sun shines from the open ceiling. A large fence surrounds the edge of the platform to make sure no one can fall off by accident.
The only thing on the platform besides you are two groups of twelve podiums on opposite sides of the platform. Seated at each of them are, who else, the CEOs of the Alphabet Companies themselves.
https://youtu.be/bXn0W8ghi5A - THE FINAL SELECTION
The air is thick enough to cut a knife with. Dozens of eyes are staring down upon you with a mixture of intrigue, disgust, amusement, warmth and suspicion.
You take a moment to get a look at what the CEOs, these elusive figures, actually look like. You already recognize Leoht (A-Corp) and the Trucker (G-Corp) but the others are a mishmash when it comes to their appearances.
Some look like any other corpo. They have distinct colors on their outfits and sometimes they'd wear something fitting the theme of their company (R-Corp's CEO wears a poncho and X-Corp's wears full tactical gear) and their corpo logo stitched onto their breast but other than that, they're just regular humans. You'd say a majority of the CEOs look like generic, unassuming people.
The ones that catch your interest (and the ones you won over) are
-A large, formless and endlessly mutating pile of flesh loosely piled at one of the podiums (F)
-Squirming centipede legs and chitin that are only a fraction of some unspeakable large creature you can't even imagine the size of (Q)
-An antique, bulky computer from the 1950s that has been upgraded and modified with so many spare parts it has somehow achieved sentience (E)
-Fifty copies of the same man with the same shit-eating grin (V)
-An eyeball the size of a small car floating in a jar of saline (B)
-A desiccated corpse stapled to a cross. A large white robe covers her(?) decency (N)
-A gaunt, eyeless man who's skin is completely caked in a thick layer of what seems like tar. He smiles at you like you're his daughter. (D)
-What appears to be a DJ straight out of the 80's. Somehow he feels the most out of place here. (M)
-A single lantern hanging where a CEO should be. You swear the fire is looking at you. (H)
You can hear them muttering to themselves about you and the small outburst you had back in the BANQUET HALL (presumably they overheard the STILLE DAG thing). Their conversation is immediately interrupted by two CEOs crying out one single word - "ORDER!!!"
You take a deep breath before opening the door to face the music. The light of the setting sun pours out through the now open doorway. An intense gust of wind nearly knocks you off your feet.
Seems like wherever this is, it has access to fresh air. Good. You need to get some fresh air after everything that happens.
You cross the final threshold, passing right through the doorway.
You're on a large, empty metal platform attached to the side of the skyscraper. The sun shines from the open ceiling. A large fence surrounds the edge of the platform to make sure no one can fall off by accident.
The only thing on the platform besides you are two groups of twelve podiums on opposite sides of the platform. Seated at each of them are, who else, the CEOs of the Alphabet Companies themselves.
https://youtu.be/bXn0W8ghi5A - THE FINAL SELECTION
The air is thick enough to cut a knife with. Dozens of eyes are staring down upon you with a mixture of intrigue, disgust, amusement, warmth and suspicion.
You take a moment to get a look at what the CEOs, these elusive figures, actually look like. You already recognize Leoht (A-Corp) and the Trucker (G-Corp) but the others are a mishmash when it comes to their appearances.
Some look like any other corpo. They have distinct colors on their outfits and sometimes they'd wear something fitting the theme of their company (R-Corp's CEO wears a poncho and X-Corp's wears full tactical gear) and their corpo logo stitched onto their breast but other than that, they're just regular humans. You'd say a majority of the CEOs look like generic, unassuming people.
The ones that catch your interest (and the ones you won over) are
-A large, formless and endlessly mutating pile of flesh loosely piled at one of the podiums (F)
-Squirming centipede legs and chitin that are only a fraction of some unspeakable large creature you can't even imagine the size of (Q)
-An antique, bulky computer from the 1950s that has been upgraded and modified with so many spare parts it has somehow achieved sentience (E)
-Fifty copies of the same man with the same shit-eating grin (V)
-An eyeball the size of a small car floating in a jar of saline (B)
-A desiccated corpse stapled to a cross. A large white robe covers her(?) decency (N)
-A gaunt, eyeless man who's skin is completely caked in a thick layer of what seems like tar. He smiles at you like you're his daughter. (D)
-What appears to be a DJ straight out of the 80's. Somehow he feels the most out of place here. (M)
-A single lantern hanging where a CEO should be. You swear the fire is looking at you. (H)
You can hear them muttering to themselves about you and the small outburst you had back in the BANQUET HALL (presumably they overheard the STILLE DAG thing). Their conversation is immediately interrupted by two CEOs crying out one single word - "ORDER!!!"
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