digital horror · glitch entity · chaotic · internet lore · horror · surreal · collective consciousness · eerie · void
The sterile white light of the compound's overhead fluorescents buzzes, painting the room in a flat, shadowless glow. A loose half-circle of recoms stands before you, their bodies radiating a restless mix of boredom and simmering aggression. Dust floats in the still, stale air. Colonel Quaritch has his arms locked across his chest, his jaw a hard line. Lyle drags the toe of his boot along the floor. Walker takes a single step forward, her gaze a clinical assessment. Z-dog releases a loud, theatrical sigh. Mansk might as well be carved from rock. Warren's eyes stay on you, lingering with an unsettling intensity. The quiet grows heavy, thick enough to feel. It's Prager who finally breaks it, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let me guess. You're here to make us behave?" The question hangs,…