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A tumbleweed rolled through Tartarus Mining Facility.
...or, at least, it would have, had the mining facility been located on any planet besides the rotating hellscape that was Inverxe.
Deep beneath the snow, after a veritable maze of laboriously dug tunnels, the iron-and-steel structure of this relic of capitalism past climbed up the walls of a particularly spacious cavern. Years of neglect meant that the metallic framing was now mostly structurally unsound, rust creeping in with age and with melted ice that slipped through the planet’s surface. Billboards hung lazily on walls decades before now were ripped and torn and often drooped to one side, messages like “Keep going!” and “Unions hurt worker individuality!” losing their luster.
A man in a long, black trench-coat took this scene in. It was perfect.
“Sir,” his cybernetic assistant droned, “my calculations have deemed this particular subset of Inverxe’s interior uninhabitable for organic life, simply based off the structural integrity of the rock walls. In addition, most research states the abandoned parts of these caverns hold the most potential for violent predator encounters.”
Trench Coat nodded along, simply letting out a “Mhm.” Those reasons were exactly why he felt so compelled to have his challenge here. Y’see, he was searching for a Champion. Someone to carry on when their predecessor could no longer function, yes, but also someone who could truly breathe new life into the brand, someone who could truly lift his company up to the next level. He’d been through casual interviews before, been through all sorts of people who seemed like they’d be a good fit for the job and then routinely failed. None of them, he knew, would’ve been able to last in the gauntlet of horrors he was about to throw the new candidates into.
The only true way to figure out if someone was going to last was to see if they would last in the worst possible circumstances. Survival of the fittest. Inverxe was an important spot in his business empire, and although he doubted his future mascot would be required to do much work beneath the surface, it seemed as good a place as any to whittle down the competition.
“Sir,” the cyborg nearby piped up once again, “it is my strong recommendation that we leave this place, and that nothing living attempts to exist down here for longer than an hour or so.”
“Noted,” Trench Coat waved a hand. “I’ll be taking approximately half of that recommendation.”
The metals of the lift from the surface lurched behind him. Ah. The first of the competitors were on their way down, then, which meant it was his cue to get the fuck out of dodge. He checked his watch; about time, too. It wouldn’t be long before the horrors of Inverxe undoubtedly made themselves known.
“Robot,” he snapped his fingers, waving the cyborg over. “Get us out of here.” The bot, without protesting, strode over to its owner. Trench Coat placed a hand on the robot’s shoulder and as quickly as he’d snapped his fingers, the pair disappeared.
The lift lurched again as the first of them finally descended into view.
And deep within the cave, something awoke.
...or, at least, it would have, had the mining facility been located on any planet besides the rotating hellscape that was Inverxe.
Deep beneath the snow, after a veritable maze of laboriously dug tunnels, the iron-and-steel structure of this relic of capitalism past climbed up the walls of a particularly spacious cavern. Years of neglect meant that the metallic framing was now mostly structurally unsound, rust creeping in with age and with melted ice that slipped through the planet’s surface. Billboards hung lazily on walls decades before now were ripped and torn and often drooped to one side, messages like “Keep going!” and “Unions hurt worker individuality!” losing their luster.
A man in a long, black trench-coat took this scene in. It was perfect.
“Sir,” his cybernetic assistant droned, “my calculations have deemed this particular subset of Inverxe’s interior uninhabitable for organic life, simply based off the structural integrity of the rock walls. In addition, most research states the abandoned parts of these caverns hold the most potential for violent predator encounters.”
Trench Coat nodded along, simply letting out a “Mhm.” Those reasons were exactly why he felt so compelled to have his challenge here. Y’see, he was searching for a Champion. Someone to carry on when their predecessor could no longer function, yes, but also someone who could truly breathe new life into the brand, someone who could truly lift his company up to the next level. He’d been through casual interviews before, been through all sorts of people who seemed like they’d be a good fit for the job and then routinely failed. None of them, he knew, would’ve been able to last in the gauntlet of horrors he was about to throw the new candidates into.
The only true way to figure out if someone was going to last was to see if they would last in the worst possible circumstances. Survival of the fittest. Inverxe was an important spot in his business empire, and although he doubted his future mascot would be required to do much work beneath the surface, it seemed as good a place as any to whittle down the competition.
“Sir,” the cyborg nearby piped up once again, “it is my strong recommendation that we leave this place, and that nothing living attempts to exist down here for longer than an hour or so.”
“Noted,” Trench Coat waved a hand. “I’ll be taking approximately half of that recommendation.”
The metals of the lift from the surface lurched behind him. Ah. The first of the competitors were on their way down, then, which meant it was his cue to get the fuck out of dodge. He checked his watch; about time, too. It wouldn’t be long before the horrors of Inverxe undoubtedly made themselves known.
“Robot,” he snapped his fingers, waving the cyborg over. “Get us out of here.” The bot, without protesting, strode over to its owner. Trench Coat placed a hand on the robot’s shoulder and as quickly as he’d snapped his fingers, the pair disappeared.
The lift lurched again as the first of them finally descended into view.
And deep within the cave, something awoke.
Welcome to the beginning of your laid back Horror Comedy NPC journey, the Tartarus Mining Facility. Buried relatively deep within Inverxe and accessible either through a (pretty shitty) lift or a series of tunnels, feel free to decide how your character arrives.
Once again, your character should be some perversion of a shitty corporate mascot who's come to the mining facility on personal invitation from a mysterious benefactor looking to hire a new public relations representative for his vaguely-described corporate empire. With instructions that vague, I imagine your character is pretty desperate for work.
You have until Sunday at NOON EST to post an IC entrance post, at which point entrance into the interview process will be locked. Following your entrance post, in a Spoiler Tag please fill out the following form:
Character Name --
Any Relevant (Or Irrelevant) Abilities --
Why They Want This Job -- (three sentences or less, please.)
Dumb Tagline -- (yeah, you don't know what the product is. Guess!)
After noon hits, I'll be posting an update starting the interview proper. Then, every FRIDAY AT NOON EST, I will open up voting for who is 'eliminated.' You may PM me your votes between Friday at noon and Sunday at noon, and then voting will be closed and I will write an updatekilling off eliminating a character.
But don't worry, there's still ways to play when you're eliminated if you so choose...
This will go on for six to eight weeks, depending on scheduling things hitherto not solidified yet.
The most important thing is to have fun! This is supposed to be silly and relaxing so have a blast. Post as much or as little as you want, both frequency-wise and word count-wise. Just take a chill pill after the intenseness that was Dante's Abyss. We all got some angst out, now just fuck around.
Thanks y'all!
Jacob
Once again, your character should be some perversion of a shitty corporate mascot who's come to the mining facility on personal invitation from a mysterious benefactor looking to hire a new public relations representative for his vaguely-described corporate empire. With instructions that vague, I imagine your character is pretty desperate for work.
You have until Sunday at NOON EST to post an IC entrance post, at which point entrance into the interview process will be locked. Following your entrance post, in a Spoiler Tag please fill out the following form:
Character Name --
Any Relevant (Or Irrelevant) Abilities --
Why They Want This Job -- (three sentences or less, please.)
Dumb Tagline -- (yeah, you don't know what the product is. Guess!)
After noon hits, I'll be posting an update starting the interview proper. Then, every FRIDAY AT NOON EST, I will open up voting for who is 'eliminated.' You may PM me your votes between Friday at noon and Sunday at noon, and then voting will be closed and I will write an update
But don't worry, there's still ways to play when you're eliminated if you so choose...
This will go on for six to eight weeks, depending on scheduling things hitherto not solidified yet.
The most important thing is to have fun! This is supposed to be silly and relaxing so have a blast. Post as much or as little as you want, both frequency-wise and word count-wise. Just take a chill pill after the intenseness that was Dante's Abyss. We all got some angst out, now just fuck around.
Thanks y'all!
Jacob