SIXTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

Alright, same as every week before this - gather at the Vault Door so my Assistant can let you in. And I can start hoping to salvage at least the aquarium.

[ The Assistant, nee Failsafe, stands in her armor at the ready when you arrive, not saying a word and simply unlocking the door and elevator for you to head on down to the trial room. Second verse, same as the first five verses, but a whole lot quieter and a whole lot meaner.

The elevator is a lot emptier now, isn't it? Your number has fallen yet again since the last time you were here. Feels like yesterday, or maybe forever ago? Time's feeling pretty weird right about now, but trial days are for getting locked into the moment. You're here, you're present.

You're running out of allies.

The screens are the same as ever, though, and lower as you enter. ]

I see you haven't decided to continue to increase the number of bodies this week. Perhaps something to be thankful for, in all of this. Hotshot is dead, and the responsibility of finding his killer falls to you. Hopefully this is all old hat to you by now, no?

[The screens rise.

Welcome to your sixth trial. ]

Comments

[mouflon]

Out of curiosity, how did the bullet spray look in the hallway? I'm assuming it's all from the same gun, but... I mean, does it look like the person firing was doing it in controlled bursts, or just hosing down everything in sight?

mods?

[blackmass]

[That's a good question. How crazy was the bullet spread?]

[bathymetric]

[ Not completely out of control, but "controlled bursts" don't seem to have been the name of the game. ]

[blackmass]

I wouldn't say there was considerable thought put into the aim, at the very least.

[mouflon]

It was the same in the aquarium. Not totally unhinged, but not what I would expect to see from someone comfortable with the weapon, at the very least.