Scene 4 - Graveyard of the Methhead

So Micah interfaces with the memory circuits, and draws from Crash's data banks a map to the Terminal.

Saying your silent farewells tho the sacrifice of the strange android, you continue on, your ears staining for the expected pursuit.

Deeper into the corpse of the Machine God...

Twenty hours later (mecha-Micah could tell you the exact minutes and seconds) you've managed to take a rough, difficult path through debris, along cable runs, down shafts, up stress fractures, and to a party unwittingly waiting for you.



From a 'balcony' 10 meters up overlooking the Terminal, an altar like holographic interface, all black metal slick as if with some oil. Dr. Micauley Culkin is tied to an X made of splintered carbon fibre beams. Visible wounds stripe his naked chest. Four razor droids, clearly unaware of your presence, are marching out of the chamber through a door that irises open them closed behind them.

Below you, Dr. Culkin slowly raises his head, and sees you. He smiles grimly.

Culkin gestures with his head that you should come. Not really trusting him, you nonetheless make your way down, climbing down the uneven, electronic studded wall. One eye on the door, you cross the HR Giger-esque floor over to him and free him from his bonds. He stumbles, weak, cramped, but points at an access hatch on the Terminal - the dread interface to the Machine God.

"Thank you, I had no hope anyone could find me here. They cave in the store, paralyzed me with a cypher. Brought me here to fulfill some ignorant Prophecy. We can hide inside. Lock ourselves in and Translate out. Or we can roll the dice. Find out how deep that rabbit hole goes."

Culkin leads you inside The Terminal, which is just the name of the communications panel. Fitting into an access panel, you find a narrow tunnel between electronic parts. Thankfully, all of the circuitry appears to be inert.

You begin your Translation trance. Where to? Culkin suggests Earth. Micah can Hasten the Translation, Doc or Seth can Initiate it. Culkin or the other Paradox can Ease it. The fourth can assist.

Seth or Doc can roll for the Translation. Difficulty 4 for Earth, one free re-roll if required.

As you focus on the trip to Earth, with your erstwhile employer in tow, your minds reach for your destination, creating it, visualizing it, until Dr. Culkin sneezes. Too far into the process, you lose your anchor to Earth, struggle against the yawning chaos that is the raw Strange, and grasp at the first resursion you can feel.

As you materialize, you sense immediately that something has gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Your bodies feel awkward, gangly, misshapen. Your clothing doesn't fit right, your shoes are too small, and you you are ravenous. Looking around, you see that you are sitting in a classroom, a green chalkboard taking up the whole front wall, with maps and archaic symbols everywhere.

With an inward scream, you realize the awful truth: you've mistakenly Translated into a recursion where you are teenagers in high school.