Ask him what he thinks the date is.

While you're at it, ask him where this island is.

Say you'll do what he says to do, he just has to say what. Don't ask any questions or speak out of turn; This guy has obviously had enough of questions for quite some time.

>>430723
If he thinks that the year is cold war era
"Cold War is over back in America. A lot of people find it stupid now. And the Soviet Union dissolved. Now it's run by some dude that people like to think that he fights or train bears or some shit like that and is a James Bond villain. You watch Bond films? How long have you been stuck on this island"

No matter what year he thinks it is, try and make some small talk or convince him that you do not give a fuck about countries and shit. You just like movies, hanging out with friends when you're not flying, flying planes, all that stuff. You are total civilian.

>>430730
>call the crazy guy crazy

yeah no, let's not do this.

If you really suspect this island is out of time, and the two of you come from different years? Show him your gear. There will be manufacture's dates on equipment. Expiration dates on the food. Dates written and stamped on the mail.

Yes, they could all be faked, but what possible purpose would there be in faking it? Considering your situation, fucked up physics seem more likely than subterfuge.

>>430730
Don't confront him about it, if he says your lying your mail should have stuff with the date on it. Hell even the lifejacket and first-aid kit should have things like made in so and so. Espcially the medkit since that stuff HAS to have expiry dates on it.

Ask him who that other guy was that passed in front of the door.

>>430731
I didn't call him crazy.
I said that Putin was a little goofy.
but not him.

He's been stranded out here probably since cold war era, living out his own personal CastawayTM with a bunch of other cold war rejects and no Wilson volleyball. Maybe try to get 'em up to snuff? There's mail.

Sebarchus 2012/07/09(Mon)21:51 No. 430776 ID: 5f62d5
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The man hands Elaine the flashlight.

>"You. lead."

He gestures in the direction of the entrance.

>"You may address me as Artyom."

He pauses for a second.

>"And what am I to call you?"

Tell him your first name. Ask him if he would mind answering just what is going on here.

>>430776
Give him your name and ask who that guy was that passed in front of the door. And why he unplugged the camera.

May as well tell him your first name. "Artyom" is certainly not his real name, but it's better than "knife-wielding Russian."

Ask him if he'll answer a small question. If he agrees, ask him what year he came to this island.

Sebarchus 2012/07/09(Mon)22:22 No. 430799 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine responds to Artyom's query with "I'm Elaine". Artyom makes a small nod in acknowledgement.

Artyom keeps the knife at the ready, but is no longer holding it to Elaine's person.


"If I could ask one small question?" asks Elaine.

>"More than that one? Alright, I will humor you."

"What year did you come to this island?"

>The year? 1987. I think perhaps you wish to know what year I think it is now? I do not know. I have been interred... for some time now. No more questions for now. Lead.


Elaine and Artyom enter the fort's entrance. The blast door is shut. The hinges, mechanism, and some of the seam around the door still glow faintly from where a welding bead has been drawn across them. The door is extremely inoperable.

On the floor is a toppled wheeled dolly containing an oxy-acetylene welding outfit, sans the torch. The tanks read about 1/4 full.


Artyom calmly considers the door for a second.

>Hm. You know, I had thought he was joking.

May I ask what is going on?

Great. Welded inside with crazies and no supplies. Brilliant.

Well, you better befriend this dude. You need at least one nutjob not out to get you, access to food and water, and to avoid knifing.

>>430799
Inform him that you definitely did not do that. You couldn't even move the door.

Comment that whoever did this must be really strong to close that door, 'cause the hinges were nearly rusted solid when you came in. Then ask who Artyom thought was joking. Oh, and tell him what the current year is, after that.

What. He locked you in. No he didn't lock you in. He welded you in. That mother fucker! How even does what

Don't panic. Remember that at least one of the full-size blast doors is still operational, as you could tell by the cleared area and the fact that there's a car inside. Not to mention that a place like this certainly doesn't just have one single exit.

The russian is almost certainly on your side--it doesn't sound like he wants to be there either. Be patient and cooperative. Maybe where he's failed escape on his own, you can succeed together.

Ask him about the guy who did the welding. I doubt he'll blame you, what with how you could both hear the dolly being moved and see the torch light. If he's willing to talk more, ask him how he came to be here.

Sebarchus 2012/07/10(Tue)00:57 No. 430871 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine stares at the now shut entrance.

"I... I didn't close that door. I couldn't even budge it!"

Artyom looks a little amused.

>"Obviously. I had a knife at your throat."

"Who was that back there?" asks Elaine.

>"That brute was one of the director's men. Or perhaps one of my old colleagues. Not that it makes any difference now. No, no difference at all."

Elaine checks the area in front of the Chevy, and finds the supplies she moved inside are still there. Assuming it has not been otherwise moved, the raft waits inaccessibly on the other side of the door, weighed down with pieces of concrete.

>>430871
Director? Just ask what's going on here. What is this place?

Okay, we need to know what the hell is going on here. Apologise for asking so many questions in light of his clearly harsh past experiences with interrogation, but we know nothing and it is very important that that be amended.

It might be good to find somewhere safer (we are in danger, right? Even that's not clear. In fact, there's your first question to ask: "Are we in danger here?") before getting into that discussion, though, and you shouldn't keep the flashlight on and waste what little power it has left. Plus, you're still desperately in need of a rest. Find somewhere to serve these needs.

>>430883
Once Artyom either relents or rebuffs your questions, and, if need be, you've moved to a safer location, point out that the big door in front of the Chevy was moved relatively recently. It's probably easier said than done, but if you find the controls for it, it could be opened. Failing that, there's a walkway around the perimeter of the fort that could be climbed down from with some rope or cable.

However, what would be the point of getting out of this fort? The only other things on this island are two outbuildings, an empty dock, and a hell of a lot of rain, wind, and heavy surf. Without an ocean worthy craft and supplies, or a way to call in help, we'd still be stuck on this damn rock.

Sebarchus 2012/07/10(Tue)02:59 No. 430888 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine shines the flashlight over to the hinges of the working blast door. It appears to be opened by a pair of very substantial hydraulic rams.


"Look, I'm sorry for asking so many questions, but I am completely lost here. Who the hell is this "director". What the hell is this place?"

>"You really don't stop asking questions, do you?"
>"There is a saying, something about curiosity and cats, perhaps this is something you have heard?

Artyom sighs, visibly slightly annoyed.

>"hmph. The project director? He controls this place. It was CIA, once. Now? Something else. Inconvenient, isolated, filed away. He sought, I believe, to alter the human mind. Memories, allegiances, instincts, perception, personality. Compliance. Control. I think, yes, he has succeeded, far beyond what I had though possible."

>Some time ago, myself and, perhaps forty others were brought here. Now? Fewer. Those that remain I think you may find less.. cooperative than I. It would seem, by genes, fate, or luck, I possess a very... resilient mind. I have seen better men broken completely. Unrecognizable. The drugs, electricity, the surgery, the technique, yes, make sense. But there is, I think, something else... perhaps, something I do not understand.

Oh! That's right, the small door was part of a bigger door. Where's the mechanism that opens the big doors?

For a moment give Artyom a slightly incredulous look, before nodding, and thanking him for answering your bothersome questions. Normally you'd consider what he said something that'd come out of the mouth of one wearing a tinfoil hat, but considering the circumstances you'll believe him, for now. It's all the more reason to get out of here, since you don't want to find out first-hand how truthful Artyom's account is.

Trace the hydraulic lines from the door ram to figure out roughly where the controls are, then flip off the flashlight to conserve power. Ask Artyom how well he knows this the layout of this facility, and if he knows what's around where those hydraulic lines go.

If possible, slide the oxy-acetylene rig under the Chevy, far out of sight. You don't want to need it later, only to find that the brute came back and took it.

>>430888
Maybe joke about Elder gods, dark ones, or some other unthinkable horrors are hiding this place. Evil attracts bigger unexplainable evil? Stuff like that. You could say this place is an entire anomaly. This island looked pretty small from the outside. Is it much bigger? Is there like, an entire underground metro here, Artyom? Is this CIA director ex-Nazi per chance? I know a lot of WW2 scientists defected in the war, even the villainous ones. Or is he an ex-Red?

Two possible exit methods:
1) use oxy-acetylene torch to cut through the hinges of the smaller door, then slice through the welding beads. It should then be possible to pull it right out of it's hole.

2) Assuming the larger doors are not locked, a low heat played evenly over the rear of the hydraulic rams should start the fluid inside boiling, turning them to ghetto pneumatic rams. Requires the valves linking the cylinders to the rest of the hydraulic system to be intact (reasonable assumption, hydraulic valves are sturdy), and runs the risk of a catastrophic failure if you overheat a patch of the cylinder, which would cause Bad Things to occur to anyone nearby.

Try reaching out to him at this point. If the director's been playing mind control mad scientist all these years, what's Art been up to? Just trying to survive, or escape? To learn what he can, or stop the project?

This guy might be a little off kilter, but you could use an ally working against the people who shot you down and trapped you here.

Also- he knows where the food and water is, if he's been here for 25 years. ...unless this is some kind of perpetual madness limbo, where eating is unnecessary.

Sebarchus 2012/07/10(Tue)14:54 No. 431000 ID: 5f62d5
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Before clicking off the flashlight to conserve it's limited power, Elaine examines the hydraulic lines. They appear to lead deeper into the complex.

Artyom seems to pick up on her line of thought.
>"They lead, I think, to the command center."
And then after a second,
>"Though I do not see why you are so eager to get outside. A storm rages and you look barely fit to stand."

Elaine is heavily fatigued and is having difficulty holding on to the flashlight.

He's right, ask if theres a place to sleep thats relatively safe. Questions can wait. You were just in a plane crash after all.

Explain that it's not so much that you want to be outside, but that you don't want to be trapped.

...which is pointless anyways as your trapped in an alternate hell dimension outside of normal time and space island even if you get the door open.

It's his game now, then. Asking about somewhere safe sounds reasonable. Bring your supplies, if possible.

>>431000
"A storm? I'd rather take my chances with a goddamn hurricane than be trapped in a bunker with bunch of madmen."

>>431000
So you can prove to him you're not lying, unless the mail got scattered by the storm or someone's already taken it. You figure he'd never kill someone he knows for sure that has no idea what this place is.

Plus, there is a little bit of a radio signal out there. If we can clear it up at all when the storm's stopped, we can get the hell out of this Popsicle stand. Or better yet, if there's a localized ocean map in this bunker that indicates an island nearby, we can use our raft to sail to it, but to ensure rescue we'd need to commandeer a portable radio device and blow up a radio jammer that most defiantly exists. but that'd only be possible if we can even get outside in the first place.

Permanently damaging the door with the methods described by the earlier suggester or man-made explosives (engineered from whatever multiple chemicals this lab has) should always make going outside an option.

Ask Artyom if just killing the director is possible. If he's been able to survive here for 25 fucking years, it figures that he should have had some shot at killing the bastard, which may make his subjects docile if no one can command them. That might make things really simple.

Agree that you're exhausted, and that it must be messing with your mind. Either in here or out there, we're still trapped on this island. Ask him to lead on to whatever hidden nest he has so you can rest. Gather up what you and Artyom can of your supplies and get moving.

Sebarchus 2012/07/10(Tue)17:05 No. 431028 ID: 5f62d5
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"It's not that I want to go outside, It's that I don't want to be trapped. I'd rather take my chances outside."

Artyom considers this.

>"You will find, I think, that not all prisons need walls."

"Is there somewhere safe to sleep here?"

>"I know of a room. The director's men steer clear of it. Come, gather you things."

Artyom takes the heavy emergency rations pack in his free hand and waits for Elaine to take the first aid kit and mailbag.

Right, let's go with him.

Stick the first-aid kit in the mailbag and carry, or drag, it to the safe spot.

>>431028
So... those experiments they wouldn't be something with gas or radiation would they? I mean, there's no chance we aren't already affected, is there?

>>431043
It sounded like an involved procedure, from what Artyom said, so there's little chance it's possible at-range, even in a reduced capacity.

Thank him for his help, then remain silent until you get there, and go immediately to sleep.

Enjoy it. You don't know when you'll get any more.

> to alter the human mind

Whoops, a bit too late for that.

>>431172

Whoops, good catch. That was an unfortunate choice of words on my part.

To alter the cartoon animal person mind? You get the idea.

Sebarchus 2012/07/11(Wed)01:48 No. 431191 ID: 5f62d5
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Artyom quietly leads Elaine through the darkness into the hallway on the right side of the back of the entryway. It seems to have the same layout as the one on the other side, only mirrored.

Elaine follows Artyom through the door at the end of the hallway into another identical hallway segment.

Sebarchus 2012/07/11(Wed)01:50 No. 431193 ID: 5f62d5
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Light shines faintly from the second room on the right. Artyom gestures inside.

>"This one."

Sebarchus 2012/07/11(Wed)01:55 No. 431195 ID: 5f62d5
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Inside are three rusting military bunks. Two are toppled and in serious disrepair. The third has been crudely made up with ancient fraying canvas.

Medical monitoring equipment and supplies are strewn all about the floor.

The room is lit by a cathode ray tube EKG machine plugged into a cable leading out the door. It lies on it's side, displaying a single green line.

>"watch your step" advises Artyom.

Sebarchus 2012/07/11(Wed)02:16 No. 431197 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine half collapses onto the bed and nestles between various scraps of ruined olive drab canvas before passing out.

Wake up, hopefully this will be all a nightmare... but I doubt it. We have a facility to escape from.

>>431198
Have a dream of a traumatic or heartwarming event in your past.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:02 No. 431493 ID: 5f62d5
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>Cutscene

Elaine wakes up. The room is brightly lit and filled with beds and medical monitoring equipment.

Elaine hears static, mixed with distant, indistinct voices.

à́͘͟҉d͞͠ḿ̴̴̶͢i͏̸̴ǹ͜i͏҉̀͡͠s̸͘͟t̸̨͡è̛͝r̡̡̛̕e̴͡ḑ̵ ̵̧̛҉̛8̡͏͝0͡0̨̨́͞ ̶͠m̴͞i̵͠ḉ͘͝r̀͘ò̵͟ģ̵͏̶͜ŗ̸̴̛͟á̧̢̨̀m̴͜͠s̵̀́͞ ̧̡͟l̴͏̧y̵͘͢͢͡ş̸͞e̛͟͡r͟g̕҉ì̷c̢̀͡ ̷̸̕á̡̕͠͞c̡͜i̷̶d̸̷̡͝ ̶͏̨d̀i͢é̴t́͜͜͝҉ḩ͟͝y̶͡l̶̡͞͡҉a̷̷͜m̸̡̛i̴͘d̷̡͢e̶̴͟͝,͠ ͡͏̧̧b̨͢͟͠ę̨҉̧͟ǵ̴i̡͘ņ̢̢́ ̧́͜͠d̶̡̡̛͠ŗ͡i̢̕v͢͞i̵̛͟͠ņ̛͢͠͡g̸̴̸͘͝ ̀̕p̢͘͟͝͠r͟͝o̴̢͘c͏̧̀͜e͘̕͜d̢͘e̷̢̨̛͡u͡͏̷ŗ͡e͘͟͝͝.̴͜

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:08 No. 431497 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine steps out into a brightly lit, curved hallway.

L͘͡à̴͡͏t̨̛e͏҉̡s̡̀t̷͞ ̨͏ŗ͡e̕͜͡s̴̨̛͢ù̶̴̡͜ĺ́͡t̢̀҉̢́s͏͝ ̕͜͟ą̸͘͝͝r̴̴̶̡̛e͟҉̵͠ ̡̨́ì̶n̵̢͜͠ ̀́͏́f̶͜ŗ̕͡ó҉̡͞m̷͠ ̴͜͝f̶͠͠o͏̢r̷̶̶͢t́͟͝ ̷̴̸̨M͝͝é̕͝a̸͠҉d́͝͝e͜.̢̀͠ ̶̸̢͞Ţ̢̨̕e̴̴x̢́̕͞t̴̵͢r͏̨́o̡͜͝͡n̷̛ ͘͟͟͝h̷̛̕̕ą͢͢͠ş̛̛́͟ ̢͡m̴̧̕͠a̴̸̕d́͟e̶ ̶̵d̶̢͜͡e̷̛͝l͢͠҉̴̕į̴̴v̕͡e̴͟r̛͘͠ỳ͜ ̴̸̷ò̢̕f̡̢҉ ̶̷̨͢p̴̶̢͜ŗ̷o̡͏͏̷̢t̢ǫ̴҉͠ţ̶̢ỳ̧͘͘͡p̶̴̨e̕͜͠͝ ͜҉̀ş̷̀e̛͟͟͠n͝s̢̢͝o̷͞r͟҉́͞y͠ ̨̨͘d̷̡͜͟é͞p̷̢͠r̵̡͏į̀͘v̸̀҉̸a̢͟t͏̴̡͢í̢͝o̵͘n͏̴͡ ̴̷̡̛͟h̵̨̛͢a̸҉͘r̴̷a̢̛s͡͞ś̛͝ȩs҉͏̴̛ ̵̨͏.̴͜

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:10 No. 431498 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine walks to the next section of hallway.

Elaine feels a growing sense of pressure, as if she were being crushed from all sides.

The voices are getting louder.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:23 No. 431499 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine finds herself at the threshold of what she assumes to be a huge blast door. The door itself, however, is missing.

E̷̷ņ͢͠g̢̨͞į̷̴̨͜n̶͘͟͡e̴̢̨è̢r̶̢͘͜͠ş̵͟͟͡ ̴̀r͏̨̧͡ép̷͜͜o̕͘͢͡r̨ţ͘͘͞͝ ̕͢͝i̡͜͜n̕͡s̸͘͟͡t̢̧͜a̧̛͜͡͝l̵̡͝l͝a͏̸t̷̸i̶̕͜ò̧n̸̨͝ ̸̡ò̡͢͡f̧́͢͞ ͟͜Ş͜7̸̕҉͞Ģ̸́̕ ̶̸̕r̕͞ȩ̕á͟c̷͝t̴͡҉̴͘o̢͘͜͠r҉̨́͠͡ ̕͞a̢͜͞͞ţ̶̵̛ ̴̢͘͜͠t̵́͘͠ḩ͞e̴̷͢ ̷̸̵͠͏t͜͠e͏͞s̶҉t̶͘ ̵̛͡s͢͏̧̀i̶҉̧͝t́͡e̢͟ ̵̕i̷͜ś̴̛̛ ̶̸c͜͟ó̷m̷͏̶p̨͜ļ̕è̕͢͢͜t҉̸̧̧ȩ̕͘͟͝.̴҉͠҉

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:26 No. 431500 ID: 5f62d5
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A freight elevator waits ahead on the left, it's doors open.

The pressure is becoming crushing. The noise has grown to a roar.

A̵̞̝̙̺̙͚͍̜̟͔̘̘̪͈̪͖̪͜n̸̛͙͓͕̯d̷̘̰̣͖̝͍̰̻̠̺̤̹̜͞ ̢̡̛̙̥͚̠̝͎̦̜̪͠w҉̛̰̻̘̤̰̠̩̹̙̤͕͓̫̭̫͔̪̣̠̀͘͟h̙̞̯̙̭̥̹̕͝ą͚̣̲̖̝͇̹̼̗̪̀
͔͎̘̰̟͍͍̟͙t͓̤̖͜͠ͅ ҉̜̻̲̱̣̠͕̻̱̱̝̥͚͈̤̲͚̝͞d̶̸̢̢̛͓̮̱̗͚̳͖̻̻̟̖̭͖̥͕̰ǫ̠̩̘̜̦ͅ ̨̢̭̺̰͉͞w҉̸̴̛͉͙͕̱ͅe҉͏҉̨̼̝̞̩̭̗̙̙͇͚̮̗̻̰͈̮̘͘ ̡̛̱͚͓͔͢h̵̸̢̤̞̯̥̮̖͎̤͍̦͈̗̹̗̭͙̀ͅą̴̞̮͔͉̀̕͢ͅv҉̡̛̖̼̮̩͎̘̮͚̝͜e̴̦̲͙͔͜ ̧̕͞͏̛̞̲̩̝͓̲͚̙̼̜͇͍ͅh̴̵̯̞̳̭̬̠͎̤̙͇̬̱͇̯̖̬̺͖͖͜͜e̛̘͍̣̰̼͎͕͖͠͞͝r̳̮͓̀͜
͚̬͙̯͚̤é̴̢͕̰̥̖͝?̴̡̧̛̯̻̗̥̟̙̩̤͢

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:28 No. 431501 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine boards the elevator, and it begins to descend.

The pressure is unbearable. The noise, deafening.

Elaine feels as if she is being watched.

Y̸̶̬̖̭̬̯̮͚͈̦͍̪̜̼̖̠͔͟͝o̴͇̹͕̠̙͖̤̖u̴̩͍̖̣͘̕͠ ͙̼̥̬͙̮͙͍̝̞̻͎́ḍ̺̗̬̯͔̖͖͉̠́ơ̧̨̳͍̮͉̺̰͍̙̯͜͝ ̧͚̳̯͇̱̗͚̝̞͕̤͜͞͠ͅͅǹ̢̮̲̙̺͍͘͜͡o̵̞̻̣͖̮̣̹͔͉̙̭̺͎͖̲̕͞͝t́҉͎̲̥͍̲̹͚̣̞͝
͈͍͕͇ ̶͢҉̳͓̻̲̜̖̱̥b̸̧͙͕͍̬̤̖͎̪͉̤̗̖́ę̨̨̟̼͎̱̟͎͚̲̯̖̟̣͡ḷ̞͖͚͠ͅo̶̶̷̡͖̟̯̮͚͡
̼̮̦̘̦̖̳͈͙n̴̗̝͔̠̘̳̘͎̝̖̝͕̤͟͞͠g͏̨̻̻̲̳̯̭̥̗̤̣͎͇̠̮̮̦̤̝͢ ̨̦̳͍͚̻̺̜͓̬̱̼͖̦͈͜h̵͏҉̺̦̬͈͈̳͎̝̦̞̗͎͚ͅe̴͟҉͙͙̰̟̲̲͍̩̗͓̜̺̞͚̗ͅͅͅr͏̢͘͢
̶̘͕͔͖̮̫̯è̝̜͎̣̣̥̹̘̬͟ͅ.͢͠҉̙̯̙̬̰̪̫͔̝́

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:35 No. 431502 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine steps out of the elevator.

Her brain feels like it is on fire. The noise and pressure spike, threatening to crush Elaine into oblivion.

Ý̛̝̲̞͉̟͉̰̤̰͙̺̝͙̳͜ͅo̙̙͙͉͘͜u͢͜҉͕̮͈͔̳̤̭͍̞͙͎͕̤̗̘̣ ̢̭͍̰̩̖̲͕̬͔̼̙͉͢ḑ̴̷̷͙͖̮͇̩̦̫̺̭̀ọ̸̜̪̦̞͜͞ ̴̰̜͖͕͞n̨̯̟̩͍͇͜͢͡o͕̮̩̘͈̺͎̥̕̕t̷̢̮͓͔͚̘͎̪̳̙̮͕̟̯̘͡͡ ̰̝̞̼͚̭͙͙̪̤̤̻̥̣̺͔͞ͅb̷̡̗̪̭͔̪͎̜̤̣̼́e̢͇̮̘̟̱̘̟̙̫̰̪͓̝̥͍̼̠̠͘͘͠͡l̨̯̕͢
͓̯̤̮̝̙o̵͉̮̖̫̻͚̬̙̳͈͘͢͢ņ̢͔̣̖̝̫̬͞͡g̤̬͍̭̪͟͞͞͝ͅ ̡̪̯̳̝̥͔͕̗̞͖̺͖͚̠ͅͅh̷͏҉̲͍̫̝̝̜̲̦̦͕̟̣e̫̺̣͞͠͝ŗ̡̝͔͇̙͉͖́͟ͅe̸̡͏̻̲͙̫̺̥
̦̪̠̞̪͈͔,̵̖͙̥̱̣̮͔̜̯̗̮̤̪̭̱̞͜͜ͅ ̛̜͇̻̟̝̭̻̞̠̰̥͉͕̳͍̩̘̕͞͞b̶͏̣̼͉͔̺̮͇̞̪̗͈̩̤̙͙̩̜u̶̧̻̦͖͙̙̖̯͢t̸̷̠̞͓́͟͜
̹̟͇ ͉̰͎̬͎͔̥̺̙͎̰̙͎̳̪̪̮͢͟y̴͇̤̲̳͜o̶̶̢͔̣̞̼̳̮͙̜̲͘ͅù̢̨̹̰̫̙͘͡ ̵̛̘͙̮̘̥͇͎͍w҉̢͍̙̦͍͇̭̰̫̰̪̼͚̱̜̭̱̲́̀i̵̶͙͍͔̬̯͎̦̙̩̠ḷ̮͙̪͜l̡̩̯̬̘̹͜͝͝ ̵̫͉͓̳̩̯̤̜̭̲̜̘́͟͜ͅn͈͚̰̠͚̱̲̬̮̼͎̤̫͙̯͘͘ǫ̶͙̤͈̥̰ͅt̵̢̟͔̹̖͇̹̤̗͍͇̗̗͕ͅ
̬̺̪ ̷̠̙̫͖͇̩̬͓͙̬͞͝͡l̵̛̳͕͍̥͎̠̖̼̣̣͈͎̩e̵҉̧̗̳͇͓͚̥̼a̴̢͞҉͈͓̘̠̜͓̖̱v̷̴̹̙̕͞͠
̬̣̩̟͇̟͉̩̲ͅͅè̷̛̪̻̭͓̣̬̠̲͚͇͢͠ ̴̮̣͇̺͓͖̼̭͈̳͉̩̳͓͞t̛͙͙̘̤̠̘̬͖̟͚ͅh҉͇̼͇̭́͝ì̴̡̹̝̖̤̦͎͙̖̥͈̗͉͈̼̱̀͘s̴̛̕
͓̩͕̬̯̹͙ ̕͏͏҉͍͓̭̣͍̥̟͕̘̮̝̟̭̭̭p̴̸̨͔̘͕̫̳̗l̸̸̛̼̺̹̙͎̰̮͈͉̫͙͎̮̥̙ͅͅa̡̢̘̥̻̞̯̮͠c͘
̨̮̜̪̖̜̣̬͝e̸͏̧̣̰͙̝̙͢͠.̥̜̦͉͡͝


There is a flash, and then nothing.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:37 No. 431503 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine wakes up and finds herself unable to move or even blink. Gradually, she regains the ability to move.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)05:38 No. 431504 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine wakes up on a military bunk crudely made up with ancient fraying canvas, in a room lit only by an old, toppled ECG machine.

That wasn't just a dream. Your eyes are really bleeding now. It appears your new friend was right- there's something here that gets inside your mind.

>>431504
"Fuck this! Damn the storm, Artyom! I'm getting out of here and off this island!"

You do not belong here, but you will not leave this place.

LSD, sensory deprivation, yeah these guys were hard core. Apparantly they are into even more powerful stuff though... something in the air maybe? Ghosts??

>>431538
psychics. if they use the lsd to alter their state of mind, but have no way to notice anything, they will notice with brain power alone. simply, this is a super science place and they did crazy shit.

I bet they're broadcasting the freaky mental shit. That's what all the antennae we saw coming in were for.

The fuck did we do to piss off Zalgo?

>>431504
Wipe your eyes. Find the dog. Tell him about your dream.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)14:13 No. 431583 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine cries out.

"Fuck this! Damn the storm, Artyom! I'm getting out of here and off this island!"

Artyom is gone.

Elaine's supplies are piled up in the door's shadow.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)14:41 No. 431592 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine wipes her eyes.

Blood.

>>431583
Are those scissors on the ground?

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)14:58 No. 431598 ID: 5f62d5
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>>431594

On the floor is a pair of SCISSORS. Strewn about the room are various other implements, including forceps, scalpels, tweezers, probes and picks.

Take the scapels, probes and picks, see what you have in your mail bag and first aid kit.

Check how hungry and thirsty you are and eat and drink accordingly from your rations. Keep it low, since you don't know how far you'll have to stretch them.

Scrounge around and gather up all the medical tools that aren't rusted into uselessness, along with anything else of interest, and pile them next to your mailbag. Dump out the mailbag to make room and cut open any packages to look for supplies. It's a federal offense, but I don't think the postmaster general is going to walk in and bust you. Put any sharp medical implements into your first-aid kit, and put it, some rations and water, the flashlight, and anything useful from the packages into the mailbag to carry.

That is your blood, right? You don't have vampire eyes that hunt the blood of the innocents while you sleep right??

Stash these various tools in your bag, except for the scalpel. Carry that on hand, as it'd probably cut up the inside of your bag or at the very least get dulled.

Check body
Make sure surgery or anything else invasive has not been done to you while you slept.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)21:29 No. 431766 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine checks herself to make sure nobody drugged her or performed surgery on her while she slept.

Elaine can't find anything that stands out. She has a number of cuts and bruises from the crash, but nothing life threatening. Much of her body is rather sore.

Use disinfectant on the cuts. Can't be to careful in a place like this.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)21:34 No. 431769 ID: 5f62d5
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>>431766

Elaine searches the room and picks out a few old surgical implements. Elaine equips the SCALPEL. the blade is dull and rusted, and obviously unfit for surgery. The handle, a #3, is made of quality stainless steel, and is in much better condition.

>>431769
Then keep the handle, see any little boxes of replacement blades? or something?

I suppose if the EKG machine is working that means there must be a generator somewhere? Concrete bunkers generally don't run the wires inside the walls so they are probably in a pipe or something in the of the corners, we could follow them to such a generator? (maybe)

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)21:45 No. 431778 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine inventories the FIRST AID KIT.

It contains:

A generous selection of bandages in several types.

Several antiseptic wipes, including both iodine and alcohol. One of the alcohol wipes has been used up.

Surgical tape and sterile gauze pads.

A needle and suture.

Acetaminophen, ibuprofen, codeine, loperamide, activated charcoal, ammonium carbonate, and diphenhydramine

a pair of plastic tweezers

two sterile scalpel blades

two pairs of nitrile gloves.

A selection of topical creams and ointments, including an antiseptic, aloe vera, and hydrocortosol

And a now mostly ruined soggy piece of paper that was intended to instruct the user as to how to use all that.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)21:48 No. 431783 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine inventories the USPS MAILBAG.

Inside, she finds:

About fifty soggy letters.

A soggy manilla envelope.

A damp cardboard box.

Open the package. With any luck, there's something useful inside.

>>431767
Your cuts should have clotted already, so it's too late to disinfect them. If they haven't clotted, then you may have a bigger problem. Take a dose of analgesic tablets from the first-aid kit if the soreness is really bad.

>>431769
If the blade is too dull to cut anything, may as well remove it and keep the handle in your first-aid kit.

>>431770
Also judging by the fact that they're using CRTs as light sources the lighting circuits are either turned off, the wiring is bad, or the bulbs simply burnt out long ago. The bulbs being burnt out is the most likely, meaning the lighting circuits are still active and could be used to power things, with a suitable adapter, or some kludging.

>>431778
Check what the size number of the sterile scalpel blades is. If they don't say, just compare the rusty blade to them to see if they match.

>>431783
Open the package, and look in the manilla envelope. The rest of the mail is a soggy loss, so just dump it out.

It's far too late to disinfect anything for preventing initial infections. If anything looks particularly reddened or pussy then we should treat it but otherwise we're fine. Besides, a little dirt never hurt anyone.

The main thing we need to do is find our buddy again. Walking around alone in here is a bad idea.

Sebarchus 2012/07/12(Thu)22:18 No. 431811 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine opens the damp package to find six HAND CARVED DRIFTWOOD FIGURES. She recalls seeing a guy on the island selling something like these out of his garage. Charming and folksy, but useless.


Elaine checks the packaged scalpel blades. They are general purpose #10 blades. According to the packaging, they can be used in #3 handles.

Elaine takes a painkiller. That's what they're in there for, after all.

None of Elaine's other cuts were as serious as the one on her forehead, which she already disinfected.

>>431811
Damn. Well, put it back in the package I guess... and just leave it behind.

Let's get moving. Peek out into the corridor.

>>431811
Of course it couldn't be something useful, the way your luck is going. Ah, well. Leave them in the pile with the soggy mail.

Give the door a tug and the locking mechanism a twist to see if they're as rusted up as the entrance was, just in case you'll have to close it at some point. Poke your head out into the hall and look for any sign of Artyom. Poke around in here as well and look for anything Artyom may have left. ...Where is he...?

Wait an hour for Artyom to show, before going out to try and find him. If your watch is missing or broken, just wait a bit, then go. Stick to the nearby rooms.

Before we leave the room, check something for me.

Is that flickering monitor plugged into anything? I have a sneaking fear that it's unplugged and running all by itself. Self-sustaining hell dimension. If we see concrete proof that regular physics still applies, I'll be reassured.

>>431839

The ECG/EKG machine is plugged into one of the two cables that goes through the open doorway from the hallway.

>>431841
Actually, where does that second cable go? Or was it just imagined?

>>431841

I saw the cable out the door. I just half expect it to terminate in the middle of the hall.

>>431844

I forgot to draw it in the last relevant panel. It doesn't appear to be plugged in to anything.

The second cable appears to be a BNC terminal coaxial cable.

>>431849
Huh. Could have been for a CCTV camera, or a video feed from somewhere, or for pretty much any electronic signaling. No way to tell.

There is one thing you could follow if you head out: The cables. The power ones would obviously go to a generator, and the signal ones could go to a communications gear room, a security monitoring post, or something else.

Keep at least one of the driftwood figures. They wouldn't be in ALL CAPS if it wasn't somehow important. :Y

take all the driftwood figures. Then when you kill someone you can leave one lying by the corpse as a calling card and really freak the bad guys out

Sebarchus 2012/07/14(Sat)18:12 No. 432560 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine empties the mailbag and fills it with the first aid kit and the driftwood figure she finds most appealing. If she's going to commit a federal crime, she might as well get a souvenir out of it.

Elaine opens the box of emergency rations and drinks two of the emergency water pouches and a calorie ration.

Carefully rationed, it looks like there should be enough water for in here for a week, and enough food for three.

Sebarchus 2012/07/14(Sat)18:27 No. 432572 ID: 5f62d5
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Elaine checks the door. The hinges are noisy but workable. The quick acting mechanism for the hatch dogs is inoperable. Closing the door might risk damaging the cables running through the doorway.

Artyom isn't in the hallway, either.

The two cables in the room head to the right, away from the bunker's entrance.

Drop a ration and a couple water pouches in your mailbag, just in case.

Take a look at the dust on the hallway floor to see if anyone has walked to the right recently.

Best not go too far from here, in case Artyom comes back soon. Head towards the entrance and look in that room you passed on the way here.

Follow the cables, but keep an eye out for... anything.