Klaus shrugged and marched towards the Southern exit.

"Bryce...coming?" He asked curiously.

Bryce nodded. He waved to Roth who stared as the army departed. Bryce smiled. So many new friends. It was hard to take in. He adjusted his adventuring hat carefully. He would be needing it now. Behind him Hupu ran to keep up.

"Glad you could make it Hupu!" He said with a grin.

Hupu nodded and saluted.

"BRYCE SUH I BE RIGHT BACK HEAH!" He yelled out.

The others looked on in bafflement but decided it was best not to ask.

The room was very peculiar. To all intents and purposes it felt like they had returned to the surface. There appeared to be a sky and a swamp...as well as undergrowth...old ruins...atmosphere.

Bagshot nodded to the side of the room. A machine that had the words Atmos. Gen. Was spinning. Artificial atmosphere? Seemed very elabourate but whatever. Overhead storm clouds rumbled slightly but dispersed again quickly.

Malarkey hobbled forwards. The swamp was not agreeing much with his cane. He yanked it up as Randolph rushed to his aid. Malarkey shook his head. It was a chore walking across here. He put his cane down firmly and it hit something hard and spongy.

He pulled back as he leant down to look at the burnt and incinerated body. The flesh was singed through all over. The clothes were ripped to shreds. He frowned at the figure and turned to Bryce.

Bryce nodded miserably.

"That would be Robert." He said calmly.

Next to Robert was a statue of a demon, or what probably once was. Most of it was eroded. Malarkey shuddered. This place gave him the creeps. Time to move on.

Overhead the shuttle tunnels still moved across. One came from the South to the North, the other moved from East to West.

You each have about 19 hours to move through an available exit.

Players (12):
Baby Pete
Bagshot
Bryce
Helios Garabandia
Hupu
Jeffrey Fernandis
Klaus
Korru
Malarkey
Mercator
Paco
Randolph Carter

Exits:
North
East
South

The clouds overhead rumbled as there was a gurgling at the side of the room. The group turned to stare at the body of Robert laying on the ground. He coughed. There was a flurry of activity as everybody nervously surrounded the body. It was damp and hot but possessed no sign of injuries.

He stood upright a little awkwardly and cracked his neck and arms. Then he looked around at everybody with an awkward smile.

As the group looked on and surrounded Robert, he glanced nervously at them all.

"I am going to die..." He muttered.

"Liar!" Shouted Bagshot. This had become lord of the flies months ago. Robert needed to learn the new order of things.

Just as they approached to circle him, Robert started coughing. He fell over onto the ground and choked before writhing around on the floor in a struggle. His body seared with some kind of energy and his skin began to rupture all over.

Finally the writhing stopped and his body appeared the exact same way it had done when they first came into the room. He was stone cold, dead.

The group nodded.

"Well...that'll teach him! We guess..." They said awkwardly.

The doors open after much delay. Time to move on.
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