Your consciousness slowly fades into awareness, you have no memory of who you are or how you got here. You're not sure why, but this has all the feel of a pop culture cliche... All you know is that you have a wicked headache, and it looks like you are seated in the back of a busy train or subway... WTF?!
You begin to scan your eyes around the crowded train, when suddenly a heavy hand clamps down on your shoulder. You hear a quiet but terse voice say, "Are you ready to do this or what? It's now or never..." You turn to see a tough looking man in a medical mask, staring at you from behind an icy set of crazy eyes. He's definitley jacked up on something, whether it's pharmaceutical, black market synthetic, or purely biological, it can't be good... What's your move?
"Hehehe" the man laughs to himself, "I'm just fuc$k!ng with ya," noticing your look of confusion he continues on, "I saw your friend bring you on about 10 stops ago. You both looked like you were having a pretty good time, but then she got off at the next stop and you passed out here."
The man stares at you intently and even though he's wearing a mask, you can see in the corners of his eyes that he must be grinning. He pulls a silver pen from his jacket pocket, places it to his neck, and you hear a short 'Pffft' sound. You see the telltale ripple of electric red go through his irises. Great... Trying to get coherent info from a Synth junkie is a waste of time, you'd have an easier time convincing Wile E. Coyote to not chase the Road Runner. The Synth Man pulls another pen from his pocket and offers it to you, this one is purple.
"Your loss," he says laughing once more. "This is for you though, your friend wanted me to pass it along." He places the synth pen back into his jacket, and pulls out a small white envelope which he hands to you. "Magic Beans!" he proudly announces...
You act through your confusion and lunge towards the large yellow emergency button, pushing it with your full conviction. A loud ear piercing siren from behind starts to wail, as you cover your ears for relief, everthing fades to black. You awaken confused in your bed.
Your adventure has ended.
The man winks at you and wanders off, disappearing into the crowed train. You hear three soft tones over the PA system and a digital voice says "Next Stop Union Station". You now have some sense of where you are and begin to make your long way home, on what has so far been a pretty unusal day...
Your adventure has ended.
As you hear the 'Pfft' sound from the synth pen, the overhwelming sensation of ice moves through your veins and up into your forehead. Your vision fades and you black out. Didn't your mom teach you not to take candy from strangers?
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