6.13.2007
Let's Get This Sub On The Road
Azoth, nope. All your money and your stuff is gone. Huh.
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Theo, none of those commands reveal anything useful. In 'Safe Mode' you can't really do much, and apparently the only way to reboot the system is to get past Ezekiel.
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You all pack into the sub, and press 'Y'. The sub lurches into motion!
You travel for several hours in general direction of west. In case there's any confusion... DeepStation Aea is apparently not SubSeaStation B. Right? SSSB is part of the GMI, DSA is not. Check the map on the campaign summary page for info.
Anyway, just when things are looking good... the sub sputters. An acrid, smoky smell fills the chamber. Oh bother.
Looks like you guys have run out of gas.
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The sub floats along, pushed by the vagaries of undersea currents. The pressure gauge indicates that you're about a mile undersea and slowly rising.
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Floating up and around. You guys take a nap.
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Finally, the sub washes up on shore somewhere. From outside the little portholes, you see what looks like a beach.
You prepare yourselves, and exit the hatch. You are on a lush tropical island, with no sign of haibita... No, that's not right. Huh, over there, into the jungle, built up on what might be a small cliff, is a large jungle house.
Threondy, your elf eyes spot a figure, watching you from the window from a curtain pulled aside. As you catch sight, the curtain moves again, and the figure is gone.
You are not alone here.
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Theo, none of those commands reveal anything useful. In 'Safe Mode' you can't really do much, and apparently the only way to reboot the system is to get past Ezekiel.
...
You all pack into the sub, and press 'Y'. The sub lurches into motion!
You travel for several hours in general direction of west. In case there's any confusion... DeepStation Aea is apparently not SubSeaStation B. Right? SSSB is part of the GMI, DSA is not. Check the map on the campaign summary page for info.
Anyway, just when things are looking good... the sub sputters. An acrid, smoky smell fills the chamber. Oh bother.
Looks like you guys have run out of gas.
...
...
...
The sub floats along, pushed by the vagaries of undersea currents. The pressure gauge indicates that you're about a mile undersea and slowly rising.
...
...
...
Floating up and around. You guys take a nap.
...
...
...
Finally, the sub washes up on shore somewhere. From outside the little portholes, you see what looks like a beach.
You prepare yourselves, and exit the hatch. You are on a lush tropical island, with no sign of haibita... No, that's not right. Huh, over there, into the jungle, built up on what might be a small cliff, is a large jungle house.
Threondy, your elf eyes spot a figure, watching you from the window from a curtain pulled aside. As you catch sight, the curtain moves again, and the figure is gone.
You are not alone here.
Labels: out of beer, out of cash, out of gas, out of love, out of luck, out of TIME
