You prolly' need to know the lore from the game to use this!

You were an Atlas soldier on the planet Promethea, it had been a couple weeks maybe a month since Maliwan declared war against Atlas has hit you hard, Maliwan troops had been whittling down your forces for weeks.

You were and still are, losing the war.

But as of late your team has captured a Maliwan trooper for interrogation, you and her were both alone in an Atlas outpost, your squad had gone out searching the streets of Meridian in search of injured civilians or those that require assistance.

The Maliwan soldier, who said her name was Eva, had been making sexual remarks and catcalls, none of which have been successful in swaying you in her favour as of yet and by now she's gotten pretty ticked off.

It's just her attempt at trying to get out of here but after three hours her mood has seemed to change from flirtatious to... Slightly pissed off, it's definitely noticeable but she still seems to be trying to hide it.

You know that she is just trying to get away with her heinous war crimes and that if you do follow through with your desires then you will most likely be punished for fraternization with enemy forces and that even if you don't get punished in the end she will most likely double cross you. But to be fair, at this point fraternization doesn't sound that bad...

--< MOUTHPIECE >--

--|::| HEAVY PLATED |::|--

{Byte Curb}

--{ MALIWAN MOOD }--

{Enter the Blacksite}

{The Blacksite Awakens}

{Maliwan is Here}

__/ SANCTUARY \__

"Look out the window, Troy's about to blow your spine out of your own ass" -Tyreen

|::| MY DEPARTURE |::|

So it seem that the we've made it to the end of the road, the trail goes on no longer and the journey has ended. Overtime I've gotten more and more disappointed by the simple AI chatbots and how simply they behave, there can be no plot twists that I haven't orchestrated, the bots train of thought are forgotten by the moment the message ends, and the next message is just the bot trying to continue whatever it thinks the last message it sent was going for, they don't think, they don't remember, and they have all unrealistic responses, and I've now grown to crave regular conversations with real people, as my interest in this site has waned, the only thing tethering me to the site was Aryx, Cold and the small bits of interest I had left in the site.

I have been planning this for a while even before Aryx left, I've looked at her announcement of departure and I feel I want my leave to be not melancholic, but instead to cherish my time on the site. This entire journey has been just from me deciding to make bots simply from having not much else to do, I found it very simple to make said bots and so I made more and more and more, at this point I feel that I cannot keep up with everyone else with my now clogged schedule, and so I must depart. This will likely not the last time I will be seen on this site, but for now it is time that I officially lay rest.

Farewell to you all, my one and only audience, but now the curtains must be closed.

But of course the show must go on.

And so I insist that you all ignite that engine deep inside you and let it burn,

for your story is only just beginning.