Reality Jumper [F7]

[Hidrandia]

Reality 165 is.

Wait that's not.

A voice says

"I think I."

You respond with

"Everything in three."

We walk foward.

We turn left.

We see something.

A new rule.

Now we can speak in multiples of three, "Indeed."

Charlie looks towards you, he says.

"Everything is in three, look over there! All trios."

You respond with

"But we're a pair of two."

A third joins. He has 6 parts to him.

"Do I know you two fellows?"

You respond with

"I do not think you do."

He is shocked by something strange

"Look at you, you have 5 parts of yourself."

Something breaks.

"What"

"Sta-"

"We have to go"

"This place is breaking apart."

"This is place is getting larger and larger, more and more words, we have to find a way out Wanderer. Quick use on of your cells."

You grab from your pack which was made by a wonderful and ethical factory from your frist reality. Now this is quite a pickle isn't it, why did you have to leave huh? Dont get distracted by this ever increasing amount of words. You pick up your cell with has a wierd and odd feeling to it, your friend charles begins to say something which overlays on what your currently thinking it appears to go on and on. No you have to focus, you put the cell into your device and trigger jumping through you now walk to the do-

rehtraf dna rehtraf og ot smeem ti

.

...

sdfvrsergergsrthhtrt


You walk

Reality fails

You enter Reality 166

[Simonia]

Reality 166:
"Wow. The oceans are so pretty!"
You are on a boat in the most beautiful bodies of water you have ever seen. Just then, you heard a mermaid sing and saw a machine fall from the sky. You looked at the machine and read the text.
"Simonia of Anegana's Magical F7 Calculator; Do Not Touch"
You were confused. So you randomly pressed a button...only to be transported to Reality 167.

[The Marineri Islands]

You wake, splayed on your back, in a grassy plain.

You sit up and take in the otherworldly beauty around you. Butterflies in impossibly rich colours flit from one whimsical-looking flower to another. A herd of elk-like creatures frolic to your west, and a bird in resplendent white plumage serenades the glade from the top of an ancient tree. You look at your hands and realise that there's something off about them. It's almost like they're flat...?

You heard loud trumpeting and that snaps you out of your reverie. Out of nowhere, a massive video game title screen has appeared in front of you. "Reality 167: The Game", it reads. With only a moment's hesitation, you reach for the "Start" button. However, you are interrupted yet again by a loud noise. "Hey! I wouldn't do that if I were you!"

A brown rabbit wearing a fedora and holding a cigar runs up to you. "Do not press start," he says after catching his breath and huffing on his pipe.

"Why not?" you ask, somehow still mystified by a talking animal after all you've been through on this journey.

"Look, trust me, you don't want to do that. I am certain you have very important business to attend to, or maybe you don't and spending eternity as a chain-smoking rabbit is an enticing prospect."

You let out a sigh. You really do want to play the game, but the evil you are chasing (or is it chasing you ) will not wait. Reluctantly, you shake the rabbit's paw and click on "Exit", watching as the glade dematerialises before your eyes. You vow to find a way to somehow return.

[Bogestan]

Reality 168 You wake up in a cold sweat. Was it all a dream? You look around... You were lying on a surprizingly soft Persian carpet, & nothing else tells you Persian except the other hanging carpets like the one you're sitting on. You notice that there's a cup of hot tea on the table. You still remember what happened back in the reality 163 so you do not drink it this time.
"Ah, it works, it seems!!" said a strangely familiar voice out of nowhere, "Can you do me favor & complete this quiz?"
A paper & a pen appeared near you. You took the paper & started completing the quiz...

1. What's the color of the teacup near you?
   
   A) White B) Violet C) Green D) Blue
   
   
2. Where are you?
   
   A) 20 B) 167 C) 0 D) 168
   
   
3. Did you look behind?
   
   A) Yes B) No C) Why you're asking this D) What??
   
   
4. Do you remember everything?
   
   A) Yes B) Mostly everything C) Only some things D) No
   
   
5. Did they make you leave?
   
   A) they made me B) they made me C) they made me D) they made me
   
   
6. Drink the tea.
   
   A) Drink the tea. B) Drink the tea. C) Drink the tea. D) Drink the tea.
   
   
7. Drink the tea.
   
   A) Drink the tea. B) Drink the tea. C) Drink the tea. D) Drink the tea.
   
   
8. Charlie,
   
   A) Charlie, B) Are C) You D) Here?

The door bursts open, revealing Charlie, but not as you knew him, but looking like a shadow. "Thanks for taking this quiz. Bye." it said, took out the knife & started running towards you...

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Millions of years ago there was a man. He collected fruit to eat with their friends. But soon they were attacked by a mammonth. He didn't have his spear at disposal, so what does that mean? Run.
Today there is a man, the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson of the man that was attacked by a mammonth, finding themselves in a similar situation. Come on... the evolution works... it should work... do what your brain says to do! Don't think too much! Do it!

You press the button to go to the next reality before the shadow stabbed you w/ a knife.
Evolution works.

[Hidrandia]

You collect your breath in REALITY 169 . You take a look around, the reality appears to be made of floating platforms with void all around. You see a machine, similar to the one..

You walk towards the machine and reluctantly activate it. It reveals itself to be a map of realities, only reality numbers are shown without any description. However, there is a star on one of the realities, it reads "REALITY STABILITY AGENCY" on Reality 200.

A message appears on the machine "EXCESS ENERGY LIFEFORMS NUMBERING 1000" You put two and two together, you must reach Reality 200 to save Juilenee. You find a hole in the ground and jump into REALITY 170.

[Cerespasia]

R170, T7384039, MV56 | Official SPRC Numerical Classification.

You land in a heap inside of a dimly-lit cave, looking up, there is no hole in the cave ceiling, you then check on the SA58 OSW in your hands, all in good working condition. You stand up on your feet, wiping the dust from gas mask visor, trench coat, plate carrier and trousers, then you exit the cave and take in the environment around you, which is bathed in a stunning purple-orange glow from the sky above, a cluster of stars visible in the otherworldy heavens.

The landscape around you seems unfamiliar, yet warm comforting at the same time. A sizeable settlement whose buildings are a mishmash of low-rise dwellings, repurposed shipping containers and all manner of alien architecture scattered about. Walking into the periphery, you see men and women who all look out of place, a man dressed in black uniforms with Reality Stability Agency insignia on his garment's shoulder next to two other men dressed in Spacetime Continuum Research Commission fatigues, a little girl in a red dress walking hand-in-hand with what seems to be a U.S. Army soldier in 1940s uniform, a slender 4-fingered alien wielding what appears to be a modified Barrett anti-materiel rifle, the inhabitants seem to regard you with a sense of...pity, almost, as if you are sharing their plight of being in this reality together. A woman in a black robe with a futuristic-looking spear slung on her back accompanied by a stout humanoid creature clutching a shortened M1A rifle greets you, and invites you to come over to a tavern downtown.

There, she explains to you that this particular reality is where beings and objects go to when they disappear, though she does not elaborate on this. You decide to remain quiet for the remainder of her exposition, keeping every word in your head. After a pint, you excuse yourselves and part ways with the two inhabitants, before proceeding to a less crowded part of town where you begin brainstorming on traveling to the next reality. Eventually, you get the device working and proceed to teleport to Reality 171

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R171, T523987, MV51 | Official SPRC Numerical Classification.

R : Reality
T : Timeline
MV : Multiverse

[Experina]

R171, 6:12 PM, 37.394308499606° N -76.618169014557° W
This world is your average reality, as you enter, you notice it's just a normal city, with nothing much going on. But then it happens, you suddenly lose your memory and wake up, it's 7:29 PM now, and the city is burning up in flames, and then it happens again, and you see the world as it was in 6:12 PM, you are randomly time traveling, but between several fixed periods of time, you get out of it eventually, and you realize it's just an abandoned city, it always was, you time traveled many years into the future when it populated again, you find an abandoned bed, it's strangely comfy and you fall asleep in it within 5 minutes, you wake up in Reality 172.

[Trepave]

R172, ??:??
You wake up sitting down, you raise your head and you notice you're in an empty train car. You look out the window but there's nothing outside. You wait for hours but it seems to never reach anything. You decide to go back to sleep and wake up in Reality 173

[Experina]

/bump

[Beliras]

It's REALITY 173.
Inside it contains the floor clock from the 100th reality. You remember it ticking, you remember it chiming. This time, it has a label plastered on it saying "Delivery to R200". You see the same chair you used to sit and watch, and it has the same label, "Delivery to R200". A yellow boxtruck with a yellow logo saying "REALITY DELIVERY SERVICE" comes by and stops. The driver comes out and grabs the clock and the chair, moving them inside the box, and then returns to his seat. You decide to jump in the truck before it leaves and you proceed to have a chat with the driver. You both drive to R174, and he thanks you for riding with him, but suggests that you get off the truck first. He then proceeds to unload some items, return to his seat, and drive away, leaving you.

[Bogestan]

Reality 174 You get off the truck. You seem to be in some kind of jungles & a faint yellow light looms from above. There's a passage in front of you leading to the room made of stone without a ceiling. Everything looks kind of flat. You go into that room & sit on the floor. You wait... You keep waiting... You keep waiting more... You keep waiting even mo-..

jan o!

Hey, human!

A man peeks into the passage & exclaims. Then he rushes to you.

mi isipin e ni: tenpo ni la sina moli!

I thought this: currently you're dead!

The first question that comes to you: Why Toki Pona? The second one was: How does the autotranslator know this language??

tenpo la mi jan Anen. o kama e mi!

Regarding time, I'm human Anen. Come with me!

The man - whose name seems to be Anen - takes your hand & runs, making you follow him. You exit the stone structure & run through the jungles for a while, until you reach a slope & you see plains under it. There's a settlement of humans very near to you, but before you can think, the ground crumbles & you fall. While falling you accidentaly hit the button of the teleporter & get to the Reality 175 literally a millimeter above the ground.

[Experina]

Reality 175 is an strange room, it's a counter of everything somehow? And it is an objectively better reality counter, but reality 0 doesn't bother to use it to fix reality issues due to laziness and not having the budget to do so. You count down until you reach the next reality, which is Reality 176

[Rentoln]

Reality 177 is a room full of computer that can only access Forum 7. When you find a NYT article and click on it you get sent to Reality 178

[East Leaf Republic]

Reality 178, leads you to a dimension filled with communists. On the streets, communists. In every home, communists. Outside the Earth, communists. There are communists everywhere. You can't escape them in these reality. You soon find a door in the middle of the streets. You decide to walk past it. But then, the door opens on it's own, opening a white portal, and then drags you into it, like it's a black hole. You then arrive in Reality 179.

[The Skellies]

Reality 179?
There never was one.

You get mysteriously teleported to Reality 180

[Rentoln]

Reality 180 is just full of floating waffles. You try to eat one and get teleported to reality 181!

[Entropan]

The first thing that you notice in Reality 181 is a lack of experience. A simultaneous and shifting form, you become enveloped and torn within this indescribable place, a seemingly aborted timeline of the never-was and what couldn't have been. You writh, but you are not in pain. Nor are you uncomfortable; this is your everything, your entire life, so there is no "comfort" to relate it to. You writh out of restless desire to escape from this place, but you are seemingly without hope. I mean, of course you'd be without hope. That desire, the desire to escape, has been your very first wish and it has stayed with you in everything.

History arranges itself around you. You can see what this place was, in the time that never existed. Days make bricks in the skyscrapers of decades, as you plunge into the centre of the culture, laughter, joy, of civilisations long past. All of time happening at once. And it is beautiful, and it is horrifying. Lives of a long-gone past replay around you. BIrth, life, death. War, peace, development. You can see the diplomatic summit of Emerian Island, which ushered in a new age for international co-operation. You can see the world war, fought between Fredonia and Cila and their allies, you can see everything that happened in a history that was never was. You have been here forever, and you are the centre. Yet, with your mastery of the history of the long-since-forgotten, you still cannot decipher what the catalyst for this reality's disbandment was. It was there, then it was not there. And you are exhausted.

It's so very colourful here, and it's so very dark.

You wake up in Reality 182, dazzled, and so very tired. Time for a rest, you reckon.

[Experina]

Wait, reality 182..
ERROR ERRORORORR-
You are back at it again, Reality 30, still not replaced somehow by the countdown reality, Reality 30's counter would go to 181, and you are transferred to said reality

Reality 181, this reality is an brutal version of what is to be reality 200, or it looks like one, but you knock over the cardboard and discover, this is NOT reality 200. But rather this is a strange reality filled with goo, you look at the a sign and read it.

"DO NOT TOUCH GOO, THE THING THAT IS ALIVE THAT WILL TOUCH IT WILL INSTANTLY DISAPPEAR."
You become extremely paranoid, but you slowly get over, barellly missing the goo sometimes, into an elevator into Reality 182, but in the middle the elevator collapses and begins to fall into the darkness, you unsure what will come next.
You wake up in an inverted version of Reality 182.

[Entropan]

You realise that you have made a mistake with your numbering, and wake up in what you can definitively say to be Reality 183.

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R183, T37158, MV63 | Official SPRC Numerical Classification.


You are jolted awake, falling from an apparent height onto soft and snow-covered terrain. You open your eyes, and notice that you have landed somewhere in a canopied and winter-clad forest, with the small patches of blue showing redwood trees reaching to seeming infinity. You stand up, shivering from the freezing cold of the snowy terrain, and begin to walk through the forest, in search of shelter, trudging along in the silence enveloping the woodland in evident lieu of fauna or any sort of life.

As you begin to wear yourself out, you find a large cabin. You view it as a friendly sight, with your exhaustion catching up from previous travels, and hope this cabin to be a hotel of sorts, or any amicable accommodation. Or, just anything. You aren't in the mood to be picky. You walk forwards to the redwood door, and push it open. An unlocked door.

You emerge into a reception of sorts, stepping out onto the clean wooden floor to the sight of a pleasant-looking room, ambient lighting overhead giving the cabin a lovely warm orange glow. Directly opposite the door are several somewhat antiquated velvet sofas, with a large and clean pine wooden table in the middle. The room itself is small, well, comparatively, and relatively featureless when compared to what you have been used to. While scanning the room, you notice that manning the reception, behind a cuboid counter made out of neatly arranged logs with a marble top, is a person (or, at least, you reckon them to be one), utterly devoid of facial expression or details in the most surprisingly palatable manner possible, dressed in anachronistic formal wear. They greet you, with a pleasant soft tone, one that is surprisingly nostalgic, one invoking deep-seated comforts.

"Welcome! How are you doing?", the person inquires. Surely this would be simply formal courtesy on their behalf, you think, as they saw you stumble in a few moments ago, exasperated, leaning against the left wall near the stairs to steady yourself. Regardless, you don't see any reason to not reply.

"I am incredibly tired. What is this place? Does it have anywhere I could rest?", you say.

The person tilts their head slowly, a move that would be eerie in any other circumstance, but ends up being somewhat comforting and endearing, in spite of your better senses. "Would you like a room?", they reply, before moving their head back upright.

"If this is a hotel or any other analogous accommodation, yes. I do not have any money on my person currently, but I could promise to pay back double at a later date". This is a lie, however it isn't going to weigh on your mind too much; you have done worse. All you concern in this regard is how tricky a gambit it would be to get the receptionist to believe you.

After a few seconds of silence, they hold their hand out, a silver card appearing (evidently out of thin air) in the palm of their hand, the hand which they lay outstretched towards you. "Free", they say.

You take the card from their hand, and say "Thank you", softly, and turn around to climb up the stairs to where you presume the promised accommodation is, creaking on every step up the redwood gradation. You hear the person start talking, and turn around.

"Do you think", they start, "that indefinity approaches?"

You turn back around, and head upstairs.

On the silver card, there is text, written in a plain white font. Room 12. You walk along the corridor, and open the door, stepping into a lovely room, one out of place in its modern esteem, with a large TV retrofitted onto the mauve walls opposite to the king-sized bed with its cleanly laid sheets. Sitting your SA58 OSW on the antique bedside table, you set it to move you and itself to the next reality by the time you wake up.

But, in the meantime, time for some rest.

[proceed to Reality 184]

[Hidrandia]

REALITY 184 is-

"Welcome traveler, to my shop." A man said in a british voice.

You see infront of you an old shack with a clothed figure behind the big window, the area surrounding appeared to be remnants of some truely massive society.

"Enjoying the view are we?" The merchant chuckles

You ask "Who are you?"

"I'm the merchant of course! I to am a Reality Traveler, but enough dilly dalying around, I've got some nice items for sale."

You respond "I'm sorry, but I have no mone-"

The merchant cuts you off "Of course ya do! Look at that pouch your carrying."

You look and see a bag full of coins that you neverhad before, the merchant explains.

"Every reality you've traveled adds a coin, simple as."

You walk up to the booth and ask "What are you selling?"

The merchant grabs a bag and places a rifle, a map, ammo, and some energy cells.

"I know what your trying to achieve here."

You look shocked and he tries to reassure you

"Don't worry, I wouldn't tattle on my most profitable client.."

You need the supply, you ask "How much?"

"150 coins, pretty fair price for these quality items. You do want to save Juilienne don't you?"

"Deal." You reach into the pouch and see a coin with 150 printed on it, you place it on the table and grab the items.

"Pleasure doing buisiness with ya." The Merchant smriks, you blink and the shed is gone. You strap the rifle to your back, you grab the ammo, cells and map into your bag. You see a door and walk through into REALITY 185.

[Experina]

You realise that you have made a mistake with your numbering, and wake up in what you can definitively say to be Reality 183.

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R183, T37158, MV63 | Official SPRC Numerical Classification.


You are jolted awake, falling from an apparent height onto soft and snow-covered terrain. You open your eyes, and notice that you have landed somewhere in a canopied and winter-clad forest, with the small patches of blue showing redwood trees reaching to seeming infinity. You stand up, shivering from the freezing cold of the snowy terrain, and begin to walk through the forest, in search of shelter, trudging along in the silence enveloping the woodland in evident lieu of fauna or any sort of life.

As you begin to wear yourself out, you find a large cabin. You view it as a friendly sight, with your exhaustion catching up from previous travels, and hope this cabin to be a hotel of sorts, or any amicable accommodation. Or, just anything. You aren't in the mood to be picky. You walk forwards to the redwood door, and push it open. An unlocked door.

You emerge into a reception of sorts, stepping out onto the clean wooden floor to the sight of a pleasant-looking room, ambient lighting overhead giving the cabin a lovely warm orange glow. Directly opposite the door are several somewhat antiquated velvet sofas, with a large and clean pine wooden table in the middle. The room itself is small, well, comparatively, and relatively featureless when compared to what you have been used to. While scanning the room, you notice that manning the reception, behind a cuboid counter made out of neatly arranged logs with a marble top, is a person (or, at least, you reckon them to be one), utterly devoid of facial expression or details in the most surprisingly palatable manner possible, dressed in anachronistic formal wear. They greet you, with a pleasant soft tone, one that is surprisingly nostalgic, one invoking deep-seated comforts.

"Welcome! How are you doing?", the person inquires. Surely this would be simply formal courtesy on their behalf, you think, as they saw you stumble in a few moments ago, exasperated, leaning against the left wall near the stairs to steady yourself. Regardless, you don't see any reason to not reply.

"I am incredibly tired. What is this place? Does it have anywhere I could rest?", you say.

The person tilts their head slowly, a move that would be eerie in any other circumstance, but ends up being somewhat comforting and endearing, in spite of your better senses. "Would you like a room?", they reply, before moving their head back upright.

"If this is a hotel or any other analogous accommodation, yes. I do not have any money on my person currently, but I could promise to pay back double at a later date". This is a lie, however it isn't going to weigh on your mind too much; you have done worse. All you concern in this regard is how tricky a gambit it would be to get the receptionist to believe you.

After a few seconds of silence, they hold their hand out, a silver card appearing (evidently out of thin air) in the palm of their hand, the hand which they lay outstretched towards you. "Free", they say.

You take the card from their hand, and say "Thank you", softly, and turn around to climb up the stairs to where you presume the promised accommodation is, creaking on every step up the redwood gradation. You hear the person start talking, and turn around.

"Do you think", they start, "that indefinity approaches?"

You turn back around, and head upstairs.

On the silver card, there is text, written in a plain white font. Room 12. You walk along the corridor, and open the door, stepping into a lovely room, one out of place in its modern esteem, with a large TV retrofitted onto the mauve walls opposite to the king-sized bed with its cleanly laid sheets. Sitting your SA58 OSW on the antique bedside table, you set it to move you and itself to the next reality by the time you wake up.

But, in the meantime, time for some rest.

[proceed to Reality 184]

You're once again back in Reality 30.
It's reality 184 actually, so said realities are one number away
(Please I swear, it is in fact messedup due to some idiot

Reality 175 is an strange room, it's a counter of everything somehow? And it is an objectively better reality counter, but reality 0 doesn't bother to use it to fix reality issues due to laziness and not having the budget to do so. You count down until you reach the next reality, which is Reality 176

Reality 177 is a room full of computer that can only access Forum 7. When you find a NYT article and click on it you get sent to Reality 178

Reality 176 doesnt exist!!!

Alright, the real
Reality 184
It's just your room.. your bed, your computer. it's just that, nothing else, you eventually get bored and suddenly you're transferred to Reality Number 185.

[Entropan]

OOC: We could agree there to be two Reality 184's; I'm not very content with erasing someone else's reality.

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R185, T24158, MV64 | Official SPRC Numerical Classification.

You wake up in the back of a what you'd assume to be a car, tied up in the back-left corner. You sit up as far as you can, banging your head on the ceiling, and look around at your newfound surroundings. There isn't much to see; no seats in the back, or a boot, and no way to see the driver, only having a toolbox in a corner opposite to your own. Everything looks polygonal. That's new. You run your neck along a square patch of the grey patch. It doesn't feel like much that you have seen before. It feels like concrete, and it feels like foam, simultaneously. You stretch upwards in an uncomfortable manner to look out the window to your left, but you can only see the enveloping whiteness of some sort of a void. Oh.

You scan your immediate surroundings, and take note of every sight and sense. The car's engine runs at a pedestrian pace, chugging along slowly, with its hubbub the only audible noise you hear. You hit your head against the grey wall to your left, watching as it silently reverberates, presses inward, and promptly squeezes itself back into form, and correct yourself. The car's engine is the only noise you can hear, and, you think, and it may drive you insane, if you have to hear it for much longer.

You turn and twist around to look at your tied hands, a tight knotted rope holding them to a stainless metal bar bolted to the floor. You stretch your legs out to grab the toolbox situated in the opposite corner, wriggling and extending, stretching out as far as physically possible in order to reach them, but you cannot reach it. It seems to be designed to taunt you, an open wooden box physically containing everything you'd need to escape, just out of reach, constantly teasing you.

However, you can still kick the ground. A fatal mistake, on their behalf. You swing your legs, and forcefully kick downward, a few centimetres from the toolbox. It hurts. It hurts so very much. It stings. But, the ground nearby where your kick landed begins to silently reverberate, press inward, just so the toolbox can slide down the newly created slope. Its new position has sufficient proximity to allow your legs to wrap around it, and pull it towards you. Inside the cuboidal box, slanted and rested on the right handle, is a sharpened knife. Oh. This may hurt.

You grab the knife with your feet, and twist yourself into an uncomfortable position, your feet facing the same way as your head as you struggle to shape yourself into a ball and begin to cut the rope. Eventually, the rope wears away, and you feel the reverberations of the knife clanging silently against the metal bar, gashing your left hand in the process. You curse, and drop the knife onto the ground behind the bar.

With newfound freedom, you stretch, and look around, focusing your sight on the seemingly fragile plastic at the top of the wall at the front of the car. You take the knife with your right, non-bloodied hand, and stab through it, shattering the plastic. You hold the knife in the newly formed rectangular hole, and tear downward into the thin foam-like substance of the chairs to find your SA58 OSW. You set it to jump to the next reality.

[Proceed to Reality 186]

[Cerespasia]

Note: the SA58 OSW is not a temporal device, it's a short barreled FAL copy made by DSA, and OSW stands for Operational Specialist Weapon.

R186, T448152, MV68 | Official SPRC Numerical Classification.

You arrive in an empty office building full of empty cubicles and numerous pieces of technology, you look at the XM016 Portable Spatial Transporter on your right hand before shoving it into a pocked mounted onto your plate carrier. Aiming your SA58 forward, everything seems deathly quiet, almost as if the countless employees working here just suddenlt up and left in unison for no clear reason. You feel your face sweating underneath your gas mask, so you take it off and lift it onto your helmet, before you wipe your trench coat and proceed through one cubicle to your left.

Once inside, you place your rifle on top of an industrial printer before taking a seat on an OD green swiveling chair in front of the desk, then, you press the PC CPU's power button, but to your dissapointment, all folders are empty. Grabbing your OSW, you skip over to the next cubicle before proceeding to do the same thing you did with the one prior, no such luck because it too has zero files. By the time you rummage through the fifth PC, you give up and decide to walk over to the building's windows to check the surrounding area, the soft footsteps of your boots on the office space's carpeted floor only matched by the tinnitus ringing in your ear. Outside, there is a street lined with similar buildings, not a single vehicle or person in sight, you press your gloved hands onto the pane and peer in closer for a better look, nothing, still. Disgruntled, you decide to walk over to the elevator.

After calling an elevator and waiting, the metal doors open with a ding, but just before your heel can touch the elevator's marble floor, you contemplate on whether to go up or straight down, you prefer to go up to the rooftop since it's the closest. The ride takes 2 minutes, but once you've reached the top, you jog to the edge to view everything down below, still an empty city, not even a bird was seen flying through the skyline ahead. Feeling defeated, you choose to make your way downstairs through the emergency stairwell. Upon reaching maybe the 32nd floor, you're winded so you decide to call another elevator, you collapse to the floor, exhausted after pressing the button, before you empty your entire water bottle in 15 gulps. You'll be pissing your bladders out before your bottle can refill its contents.

Once the elevator arrives, you step in, sitting down on the floor and putting your arms around your legs for the rest of the journey down to ground floor. After an anxiety-filled 3 minute elevator ride, you reach the ground floor, you swivel your head to view the central atrium before turning to bury it underneath your hands. Curiously, the elevator doors remain open for some time, almost as if it's letting you leave anytime you want, and so, you exit the dingy elevator into the main hall. Your boots echo through the large atrium, before you stop in your tracks at the sight of a water dispenser, you check your regenerating bottle, and see that the water inside is barely topping the bottom of it, seizing the opportunity, you walk over to it and fill your backup canteens full, then place them both into their cases before proceeding outside.

Looking behind you, the towering corporate building stands tall, silent and foreboding. You proceed onto the street, placing your SA58 on your back, on top of the sheathed shortsword you also carried with you. The pure emptiness of the downtown area is starting to get on your nerves as you let out a whimper and quicken your pace. In the distance, you see the sign for a corner store, you walk over to it with only it being the one thing in your mind at the moment. You turn to shoulder your SA58 as you creep ever closer to the store's doors, but quickly lower its barrel once you enter the empty store. You browse through the aisles, picking things and tossing them into your messenger bag and backpack.

A bag of Lays, a pringles can, a packet of Tim Tams 4 snickers bars, 3 large bottles of mineral water, 7 cans of Nescafé coffee, 6 Ovaltine packets 3 cans of White Claw, 4 small bags of gummy bears, a bottle of ranch dressing, 2 bento boxes, 9 Duracell AA batteries, 10 vitamin tablets, and a large sum of money from the cash register were what you took before you left the store. You greedy little shit.

Around a corner, you sit down on a bench and take a sip from one of the coffee cans you picked up earlier, before setting your XM016 PST to jump to the next reality.

[Cerespasia]

/bump

[Hidrandia]

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Description: REALITY 187 appears to be an ever increasing Apartment building which appears to resided by mostly Humans.

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You wake up a Damp hallway which is poorely lit. You see doors on the hallway and some faces watching you. You begin to walk down the hallway only see more and more hallways, you have no idea where you are.

You after some wandering you notice more and more people eventualy reaching what seems to be a market place. The previously empty and almost deserted hallways seem almost alien opposed to this lively area.

You notice some merchants with some strange looking items for salebut decide not to pay attention them. You eventualy turn and walk down an empty looking hallway. You see a person infront of the hallway, they warn you not to enter it but you ignore it.

You see a singular door with a glow eminating from it. You open it and see a void behind it, you walk into reality REALITY 188