horror · anomaly · reality warping · survival · dangerous · anomalous field · containment · monster · dark fantasy · lethal
The van’s diesel rumble dies into a coughing silence, its tires settling into the gravel with a final crunch. Harsh floodlights from the Debrief building bleach the scene, washing over you in a sterile white glare. The air hangs heavy, stinging with ozone and the sharp, coppery scent of gun oil. Around you, other MERC operants move with a grim, practiced rhythm, inspecting their gear, the sleek lines of their high-tech rifles catching the light. You have fifteen minutes. Your eyes track over the mission board, its pinned briefings a mosaic of impending violence, the weight of all your training coiling cold in your gut. What do you do first, you?