Apr 7, 2025 9:00 pm
Time passes for the unconscious Tomo and Rocketeer. Their dreams are filled with impossibly-loud cracks of thunder...the rending of metal...an odd burning smell...a scream, then horrific groaning. But are these actual dreams, or American Dream's telepathic manipulations? Or are these things actually happening?
You both wake up to a startling scene. You're still in Rocketeer's cell, but everything around you is in shambles. A large portion of the facility's roof, as well as the outer wall, has been ripped off, like someone opening a can. Shrapnel is everywhere; most of the cell bars in this block have been ripped from their moorings.
Luckily, you both suffered only superficial cuts from (apparently) flying shrapnel. The shrapnel has also sliced through Rocketeer's collar, finally freeing her from its power-nullification.
Now able to see outside, you notice that you're on the third and top floor of this facility. But you don't see blue skies outside; instead, the sky is deep maroon, filled with scudding black clouds. The ground is rocky and lifeless; you can't even see weeds, or lichen growing on the boulders.
The facility sits on a small bluff, with the depressed area around it deep in shadow. Far away, you see jagged peaks covered in...snow? Perhaps, but snow that's gray and streaked with yellow. Even darker stormclouds surround those peaks, shooting out purple lightning.
You hear a cough, and there's American Dream, slumped against the wall. Her forehead has a nasty gash, but that's actually the least of her worries: she's been impaled in the stomach by one of the cell bars. She's feebly trying to pull it out, to no avail. Her breath comes in gurgles and gasps, and she stares up at you blankly.
You both wake up to a startling scene. You're still in Rocketeer's cell, but everything around you is in shambles. A large portion of the facility's roof, as well as the outer wall, has been ripped off, like someone opening a can. Shrapnel is everywhere; most of the cell bars in this block have been ripped from their moorings.
Luckily, you both suffered only superficial cuts from (apparently) flying shrapnel. The shrapnel has also sliced through Rocketeer's collar, finally freeing her from its power-nullification.
Now able to see outside, you notice that you're on the third and top floor of this facility. But you don't see blue skies outside; instead, the sky is deep maroon, filled with scudding black clouds. The ground is rocky and lifeless; you can't even see weeds, or lichen growing on the boulders.
The facility sits on a small bluff, with the depressed area around it deep in shadow. Far away, you see jagged peaks covered in...snow? Perhaps, but snow that's gray and streaked with yellow. Even darker stormclouds surround those peaks, shooting out purple lightning.
You hear a cough, and there's American Dream, slumped against the wall. Her forehead has a nasty gash, but that's actually the least of her worries: she's been impaled in the stomach by one of the cell bars. She's feebly trying to pull it out, to no avail. Her breath comes in gurgles and gasps, and she stares up at you blankly.
