You know something, I've decided that 8 is a manageable number, and I will include all of you. But after you there shall be none, unfortunately. You'll probably make up for it with mortality and player inactivity anyway, and I will update once per day regardless of player presence. So! Let us begin!
The chaotic walls of the room begin to groan and peel organically, and from the ground emerge three more shapes, one by one - their appearances slowly shift into a particular shape (or, in the case of a nigh-anonymous individual among them, a very non-particular shape) as they rhythmically wiggle toward the lit exit of the room, legs taking shape even as they begin to consider what they may look like.
Through the lit gate the group proceeds, finding a path of mirrors leading ahead through a void of stars, forking into two separate shining ways, one spiraling up to a huge, horned steel sphere while the other descends downward into the unknown. Both of these the group can perceive as equally perilous somehow, though what sensory organ permits them to do so is up for debate right now.
"LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF RADIX THE OMNISCIENT!" a nearby voice rings out, and the potential eyes of the group are drawn to a cackling mass of limbs and mouths, machine and flesh intertwined in perpetual disharmony and half-screaming as the creature bleeds, steams and speaks at the same time. The creature hangs in the air some distance away, and a green, featureless circular gate lies behind it. "THROUGH THE ANGEL OF ARMS I POSE YOU THESE QUESTIONS THREE! ANSWER AND BE ARMED! AN ARM FOR EACH, AND ONLY THREE AMONGST ALL!"
"FIRSTLY, WHERE ARE WE?"
"SECONDLY, WHY MUST WE SUFFER SO?"
"THIRDLY, WHAT IS THE MOST USEFUL THING TO BE DERIVED FROM HUMAN EXPERIENCE?"
"APPROACH PERFECTION IN YOUR ANSWERS AND BE REWARDED!"
The creature stops shrieking, but not bleeding and steaming, which you all suppose makes sense. As the many eyes of the Angel of Arms look upon you, you feel unsubtly pressured. This is before it pulls out a series of sidearms and rifles never before seen by human eyes, pointing at least one weapon toward each of the eight.