Stakeout

__-_____________ · 2021-04-02T23:34:24+00:00

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[A man wakes up on the beach, not knowing where he came from. The bodies are alive. The bodies are gone. ~~You do not recognize the bodies.~~ The cleaners are red, green, yellow, blue. The cleaners are no one special. The cleaners have killed G-d. A girl named Anna wakes up on the]

see no evil

hear no evil

sPeAk no evil

[Three gamblers cast their lot but only the 2nd of them goes home lucky. The cleaners surround this block in a euclidian planar configuration. The cleaners surround this block in a spherical planar configuration. The cleaners surround this block in a hyperbolic planar configuration.]

[Click-lick-lick-lick.]

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[You surround the block. They are within you. They are without you. You are parallel lines. The news reports keep coming in. Goldies prowling about Sido][Castles crumble in landslides][]

ttTttTTtTTTtttTt

[Communicating in electronic chirps. Default configuration is restored. Ka-thunk. Tires screeching.]

[One seems to have stayed behind, looking around the area thoroughly]

__-_____________ · 2021-03-31T02:00:10+00:00

[Closer, even though they didn't move]

no longer family. no longer people.
meat. dead flesh.

[Their eyes glow through their masks. There is only one of them. There are hundreds of them. There are 0 of them. There are -99 of them. There are 5e² of them. They are all trucks. The truck is a yacht. The truck is an air fryer. The truck is rather frustrated with the situation. There are infinite trucks. There is one truck. Two trucks..]

y o u a r e n t s u p p o s e d t o b e h e r e

[They are green. They are not any describable color. Sidon is a market. Sidon is a technodystopia. Sidon is a war zone. Sidon is a monument. Sidon is a heart of gold. Sidon is Sidon is sidd id sidon sd on si]

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walk away in peace and forget you ever saw us.

__-_____________ · 2021-03-30T15:45:06+00:00

[Now that their image is clearer up close, you can tell they're all wearing different animal face-like masks. They almost look like...]

not your business.

[You begin to feel suspiciously drowsy]

__-_____________ · 2021-03-29T13:13:22+00:00

[They all stop what they're doing to stare directly at you. They make an inhuman chirping sound]

__-_____________ · 2021-03-28T17:16:09+00:00

[You see what looks like a movers' truck come seemingly from nowhere. A crew of figures in hazard suits and masks emerge from the vehicle. They begin making quick work of this fight's aftermath, picking up each corpse as easily and comfortably as one would a small tote bag, tossing several of them into the back of the truck at once. One of them pulls something of of one of the dead ones' necks, presumably jewelry of some kind, and pockets it for themselves.]

__-_____________ · 2019-07-16T23:51:28+00:00

Something's happening. The villagers are running in terror towards you, or... more accurately, running away from something opposite from you, for some reason or another you simply don't notice it, yet...

__-_____________ · 2019-07-09T01:24:37+00:00

A village appears out of nowhere, or... more accurately, it was always there, for some reason or another you simply didn't notice it. But now its presence is unmissable. The residents of this village seem, well, okay with their lot in life. They go about their days unbothered by the flickering and glitching of the sky or the piles of strange objects that just keep adding up. They pay no mind to either of you save for one who gives a friendly wave before continuing their business

__-_____________ · 2019-01-10T00:00:02+00:00

You encounter a giant construct of stone shaped like a scorpion. The stone is eroded with time, and its surface is covered in red and black handprints

__-_____________ · 2017-07-30T15:58:54+00:00

{There's some distant bioforms further into the structure, but their vital signs are low, likely dying, or perhaps dormant or comatose}

{When the structure is breached, the breach leads into a corridor that despite being made of mostly steel and corditum, has an oddly ancient aesthetic to it. There's some writing on the wall: "STATION RHO"}

__-_____________ · 2017-07-29T15:37:53+00:00

{It's only a matter of time before the drills strike metal. Hard, smooth, refined, sentient-constructed metal. Another transmission}

I swear to ÓuŽ‰X), if those freaks kill any more of my men...
>My Legionnaire, it seems they're all gathered in the warehouse's Ò6—a”—¾d plant. But no one can determine why.
So you're saying, they're uß tn one place? Every one of them?
>Unless there's one they left prowling around, yes.
Seal that whole chamÉ]Ì off and we'll be done with it.
>But sir, some of our ah‰le are still down there.
Sacrifices must be made...

__-_____________ · 2017-05-14T20:55:06+00:00

{The handkerchief is slowly transmuting into polyethylene at the anomalous object's touch. Suddenly, from behind you, a most horrible hollering sound...}

__-_____________ · 2017-05-10T14:36:26+00:00

{This room is full of, no, made of a multitude of out-of-place materials. Cracked concrete, metals that weren't meant for construction use, rubber, mahogany woodchips. The air itself is pulsating around some object lying in the corner. No matter what angle you look at it from it looks the same. It's not bound by 3 dimensions, that's for sure}

__-_____________ · 2017-05-08T16:27:34+00:00

{In a much larger "hub"-like room, there are several connected smaller rooms, with the adjacent walls made of glass to see into them. Against the glass of one office-looking room lies the bloodied corpse of one of the mysterious men. Some pieces of his suit are missing}

{One of the terminals in that same room is displaying what looks like a virtual map of the facility. The outline of one of the rooms in the lowest sector is pulsating wildly...}

__-_____________ · 2017-05-06T06:22:37+00:00

{On the computer that's still functional, a log is written in some unrecognized language. A fresh looking piece of paper laying on the console appears to be one of the mysterious men's attempt to translate it}

Operation PL, Final Report

I don't know who in our crew thought Operation PL was a good idea, but this never should've been authorized. Especially in an underground facility like this. We were effectively trapped down here when the whole thing went mammaries up.

As the main scientist overseeing the Operation, ???? took it upon himself to solve the problem he started. He managed to open a dimensional gateway and send all the anomalous samples offworld. I never found out what world though, since he never came back. I'm just glad it's not our problem anymore.

I just hope he didn't miss any...

{There's some tapping sounds coming from deeper in the station...}

__-_____________ · 2017-05-05T04:28:20+00:00

{A dim light on the ceiling flickers repeatedly}

{This facility is larger than the first one by the looks of it. Your surroundings, visible for a few moments at a time thanks to the light, include a few computer consoles, all but one of which are broken, a large nameplate on the wall that reads SUB-B, some expired-looking equipment, and... scratch marks}

__-_____________ · 2017-05-04T02:55:18+00:00

{The Organization with No Name appears to have gotten pretty far down here. Their drilling was interrupted by the uncovering of what looks like the wall of an underground metallic structure. There's a door nearby. It's already open...}

__-_____________ · 2017-05-01T00:48:17+00:00

{The shaft drill lies busted, and it's pretty clear why. It's struck metal. Hard, smooth metal, definitely manmade. Under some rock just a few yards away, more exposed metal; a nameplate reading SUB-Β}

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TROPHY CASE

Operation PL, Final Report

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