i am a cage in search of a bird

[crocodiline]

[ The figure inside the frosted glass snaps her fingers, and the glass falls away, sliding into grooves in the ground below. Inside, behind additional bulletproof glass, sits a woman, legs up on a transparent glass desk, absentmindedly petting a... whatever this thing is.

Say hello to your mastermind, everyone! ]

Hey there, everyone. Nice to talk to you in person - my name is Cipher, welcome to my city. Sorry I took so long to show up in person. No need to get up on my account - how about we talk business?

[ Let's drive. ]

Comments

[crocodiline]

Sure. Fontaine counted down to New Years, then locked us all in here. Couldn't even think up his evil trust exercise on his own. You've been around, you probably know the broad strokes of how things went after that. Eventually things just sort of devolved into mass murder. Turns out there's a lot less caution when you do this to coworkers.

Jack, Gunnar, and I ended up beating it and killing Fontaine. We set everyone up to a Vita-Chamber in this old cruise ship Fontaine kept in a warehouse for some reason - then Gunnar and Jack sent Alex back home first before tackling anyone else, so I killed them and sent them away with Lutece Machine blueprints. I didn't even send Jack back to his time, just to fuck with him.

They ran games, I watched those games. And they both lost. You're likely to meet the survivors of those games before long here. Really, I should have seen this coming. Then I grabbed you, and decided to put you through one to see what you all were capable of before we talked shop about building this city up again.

[onemillion]

Thank you for the explanation. What do you expect will happen now?

[crocodiline]

I'll leave that up to you guys. You've earned it by now.