Mark make sure the guy is going to live then goes through and looks for the message
[5 + 1 - 2 + 1 = 5]
You tighten a few makeshift bandages and leave him in the care of his companions.
((Refer to Vinnie's for played message.))
Run towards the laway while pushing Heinrik out of the way.
((According to Wikitionary, 'laway' means saliva. I'm just gonna assume you meant hallway.))
You rudely shove the German aside and rush to find the message.
((Refer to Vinnie's for played message.))
"Thanks."
Go into the hallway and play the message.
The sword-wielder shoves you out of the way and you stride after him.
((Refer to Vinnie's for played message.))
Follow Mark while supporting self against the wall.
You stagger after the pack of weirdos.
((Refer to Vinnie's for played message.))
Hmm, what else is around me? Anything I can reach?
With a faint idea that you may be missing vital information, you look for things you can manipulate. With a bit of luck, you might be able to release the lock on the vent with your hat, but it would be touch and go and you run the risk of dropping and losing it. Far easier to reach a small toolbox on a shelf below you. It wouldn't fit through the vent, but you would be able to ransack it and pull individual items through.
Follow into the hallway. These folks seem okay.
You are the last to reach the 'message room' and as you do so Heinrik activates the recording.
On a screen above you an old man appears. He has a large mustache and is missing one of his eyes. He squints at the camera for a moment before launching into his 'speech'.
"Greetings to Misters Kingston, Strider, Wilhelm, Jackson and... the brute, whatever his name is. Also welcome to Missus Frankowitz. If my instructions have been followed those named are both here and unaware of why they are here."The screen changes to depict a photo of a colossal flesh-pink beast. Those of you that saw recognise it as the beast that was present on that final day.
"This is why you are here. It goes by the name of Emperor Kirby and it's coming has been prophecied for countless millenia. First, you must know that your old world is lost. Kirby will assimalate all matter there and will either consume or subjagate the people. Give up hope for them. The Grand Feast is coming and I believe that you six have a chance of preventing it. You are all Singular; beings with no counterparts across the multiverse. That makes you both extremely rare and extremely useful. You can fit into the 'rules' of each world as though you are a native, yet there is no risk of you 'integrating' with your counterparts. Sadly, being Singular seems to be nonconductive to charm and diplomacy. No matter, we will have to work with what we have. If you have not killed the Strangers that brought you here they will surely be of some use to you, though they cannot leave this craft lest they risk Integration. This craft is capable of shifting across the multiverse, though only a few, mapped worlds currently have coordinates loaded. It should be simple to find more coordinates later, but for now the ones you have will have to suffice. Please refer questions to the Captain, one Harks Ridgeson. He should be somewhere aft of this chamber. Good luck."With that the screen cuts out, leaving you to this new knowledge.
Mark Kingston: tool kit, metal shards ( 10 )
Roy Strider: zanbato, kevlar body armour
Heinrik Wilhelm: grenade launcher, 40mm frag ( 8 )
Millie Q Frankowitz: kitchen knife
Cromwell Jackson: hat
Big Mclargehuge: fists
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