There was another shove at Walton's back as he careened Northwards onto the metal platform. He took two steps forward and collapsed. The remnants of the group gathered around him. His skin was very pale and he was coughing heavily. He raised his head slightly and proceeded to vommit over the side of the platform into the inky blackness below. Then he fell hard against the floor with a loud clank.

Urk walked over and poked him with a long finger.

"Earthling, respond." He insisted but Walton just lay still.

Nothing had changed about the room much. The bridge from South to North was still intact, extending for twice the length of a standard room. The exit at the far North was locked and there was another just East of it. Beneath the platform, the flimsy metal pipe curved in from the Eastern exit, extended South past their positions and moved out across the West over the void.

And on the far West, twice the width of a standard room along, they saw the small platform with an exit South and another West. In the middle, the large metal rotating platform was raised high above and unreachable. Boone scuttled about looking for anything different and that was when he noticed the chalk message on the wall. It read:

"Forever yours my shapeshifter <3"

He took a second or two to glance at it before the howling disrupted him. It was coming from the North-West and it was close. Not right outside, but close enough to hear clearly. It sent a shiver through the six of them standing. Boone's fur stood up on end as he got ready to run. It was the kind of sound that reacted with their primal instincts.

It was followed by another strange sound, close by. Walton had picked himself up off the ground and was looking worse for wear, but no longer coughing. He sat himself down silently near the edge of the platform.

It is now Phase 72. Phase 72 will end in roughly 24 hours from now.

Players (7):
Boone
Dern
Eleanor
Maria
Rita
Urk
Walton (I)

Exits:
North (Locked)
East
South