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7/1/2025, 2:43:29 PM
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Your first view of the undercity is jarring. It's like a little humble city in a concrete cave. Full sized buildings of stone architecture, decayed but reinforced with proper clean metallic alloys and slapdash scraps alike, stretch to the ceiling, while smaller buildings provide a glimpse over into crowded streets. To the right, you see lights of LEDs and neon signs running off stolen or siphoned power flickering off the side of collapsing walls and casting silhouettes of crowds shambling in the street. Some are long, some are wide, but all seem horrifically gaunt, even from this distance.
The fact you can see them of course implies they can see you.
And frankly, you're worried that they don't even need to see you to know you've come.
It's not just Stormwatch that knows the natural environment of this artifical cave.
As you slam into the filthy concrete, you're bothered by this bright pink light blaring across the ground. You're at the edge of some paddy of a farm plot. It's almost completely submerged in water, with green shoots rising up, tapering to an extreme degree directly under the distant UV lamps. A fence cordons this section off from the others of this field and are covered with vines for some crop that seems to have already been harvested.
The sealed door to your left is massive and covered with grime and with several tools propped up against it. Wires spew from a control panel beside it, trailing up the watchtower Kiikoinen was talking about. It's a fragile little thing that, if it weren't for the switch at the top being the best way to open the door, you bet you could knock over with Kiikoinen's help. It's tall enough to peer over the whole of the field and the storage house for this rice to your right, making it potentially visible from the street.
In front of you, past all the crops, is an old apartment building that looks like its insides have been gutted completely. The windows are covered in planks with only slivers to see the darkness within. It must be completely unlit in there. Above and behind the building, you can see pink lights marking up the walls in the distance, implying more and more of these plots.
Somewhere on the street past the buildings, you hear children laughing.
A certain dread fills the air. You take of your harness, and put on your mask.
Your first view of the undercity is jarring. It's like a little humble city in a concrete cave. Full sized buildings of stone architecture, decayed but reinforced with proper clean metallic alloys and slapdash scraps alike, stretch to the ceiling, while smaller buildings provide a glimpse over into crowded streets. To the right, you see lights of LEDs and neon signs running off stolen or siphoned power flickering off the side of collapsing walls and casting silhouettes of crowds shambling in the street. Some are long, some are wide, but all seem horrifically gaunt, even from this distance.
The fact you can see them of course implies they can see you.
And frankly, you're worried that they don't even need to see you to know you've come.
It's not just Stormwatch that knows the natural environment of this artifical cave.
As you slam into the filthy concrete, you're bothered by this bright pink light blaring across the ground. You're at the edge of some paddy of a farm plot. It's almost completely submerged in water, with green shoots rising up, tapering to an extreme degree directly under the distant UV lamps. A fence cordons this section off from the others of this field and are covered with vines for some crop that seems to have already been harvested.
The sealed door to your left is massive and covered with grime and with several tools propped up against it. Wires spew from a control panel beside it, trailing up the watchtower Kiikoinen was talking about. It's a fragile little thing that, if it weren't for the switch at the top being the best way to open the door, you bet you could knock over with Kiikoinen's help. It's tall enough to peer over the whole of the field and the storage house for this rice to your right, making it potentially visible from the street.
In front of you, past all the crops, is an old apartment building that looks like its insides have been gutted completely. The windows are covered in planks with only slivers to see the darkness within. It must be completely unlit in there. Above and behind the building, you can see pink lights marking up the walls in the distance, implying more and more of these plots.
Somewhere on the street past the buildings, you hear children laughing.
A certain dread fills the air. You take of your harness, and put on your mask.
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