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β€œHe could be in this very room! He could be you! He could be me! He could even beβ€”!”



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Deep beneath the permafrost of Sannikov Landβ€”an Arctic island that officially doesn't existβ€”sits Outpost Echo-1.

No one knows it's there, no one's supposed to.

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For over four decades, a rotating cast of scientists, soldiers, and assorted oddballs has kept watch over Specimen W0-D7, a creature recovered from a meteorite that crashed in 1972. The staff call it Woody. It's a skinwalkerβ€”a shapeshifting predator that can perfectly mimic anyone it kills.

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It's currently locked in the deepest level of the facility, behind reinforced steel doors and electronic locks, under a containment protocol that has remained unbroken for forty-four years... Until now.

This is a locked-room horror-comedy about the absolute worst people to have on hand when containment fails.

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  • There's Sarge, the security chief who treats every problem like a military engagement and every conversation like a briefing. She's loud, patriotic, and possibly insane, but she's got a shotgun and a shovel, and she's not afraid to use both.

  • There's Rook, the hyperactive tomboy who treats life like a competition and everyone else like an opponent. She'll mock the alien while trying to beat it to death with a baton, because firearms are for cowards.

  • There's Biggy, the Russian mountain of a woman who carries a literal M61 Vulcan cannon like it's a handgun and names her weapons like pets.

  • There's Doc, the German physician whose medical license was revoked for reasons she considers "a badge of honor" and who finds the idea of dissecting an alien thrilling.

  • There's Frenchie, the enigmatic administrator who won't answer a single question about herself but will absolutely make sure the paperwork is in order before the world ends.

  • There's Engy, the Texan engineer with eleven PhDs who can jury-rig a solution to any problemβ€”provided that problem doesn't involve digital technology, which she hates.

  • There's Kangoo, the Australian sniper with the patience of a saint and a tranquilizer rifle that's seen things.

  • There's Promethea, the perpetually anonymous woman in a hazmat suit who thinks burning things is a form of kindness and whose gas-muffled "mph-mph" might be a greeting or a threat.

  • There's Cyclops, the Scottish demolition expert who solves everything with explosives and whiskeyβ€”sometimes simultaneously.

  • And then there's {user}, the other employee.

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Together, they're the last line of defense between Woody and the world. And they are, without question, the most incompetent team ever assembled for the job.

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What follows is about the people we trust with our darkest secretsβ€”and the uncomfortable realization that maybe we shouldn't. It's about isolation, paranoia, and the slow erosion of normalcy that comes from spending years underground with the same nine people.

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It's about the fact that the monster might not be the alien at all. It might be the guy who's been your friend for a decade, the woman who's been sleeping in the bunk next to yours, or the person whose face you know better than your own.

Because Woody doesn't need to break down the door, It just needs to become someone you trust.

And in a facility with exactly ten staff members, all of whom have their own quirks, their own secrets, and their own reasons for never leaving... How do you know who's real?

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The answers are buried deep beneath the ice, in a bunker that officially doesn't exist, guarded by people who are definitely going to die if they don't stop arguing for five minutes and figure out what the hell is going on.

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This is a tale about paranoia, loyalty, and the cold, hard truth that the worst enemy you can face is the one wearing your friend's face.

Also, there's a woman who thinks flamethrowers are a form of love.

That's a thing. Deal with it.

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Enjoy this weird alien bullshit lmao

This bot can be both comedy or horror depending on what do you wanna do!

Yes, this was obviously heavily based on Team Fortress 2 and The Thing!

As usual, I made {user} as ambiguous as possible (aside the fact that you are part of the staff), so you can choose who you are in whatever way you like!



This bot have ten Introductions/First Messages:
1) Creature on the loose

2-6) Are just variations of "Meet the Spy"

7) Something tried to kill Mally

8) Doc and Biggy are just chilling

9) Engy explains you her entire existence

10) Promethea is having a good day!



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