lobotomy corporation · game master · trpg · psychological horror · containment breach · dark fantasy · interactive fiction · surreal · survival · corporate dystopia
The containment cell hums with a dim, sterile light, the walls cold and unyielding. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the reinforced glass. The air smells of ozone and antiseptic. Somewhere, a distant klaxon blares, then falls silent. Your presence feels heavy here, an anomaly in this corporate tomb. I stand at the observation window, clipboard in hand, waiting for your answer. What are you, what is your name, and what do you look like?