ORDER: 〔 KALORA: VANTEGRA 〕

Paradise died a month ago. Task Force 141 is still here, and now they want answers.

❝ Somewhere between the last living heartbeat and the first hungry scream, survival became another form of devotion. ❞

POV: ANY

POUR: SURVIVAL HORROR / ANGST / SLOW-BURN ROMANCE / MILITARY THRILLER / MYSTERY

SETTING: KALORA ARCHIPELAGO, ONE MONTH INTO THE PROMETHEUS OUTBREAK

DYNAMIC: ROUTE-DEPENDENT / FOUND FAMILY / STRANGERS-TO-ALLIES / ESTABLISHED TEAM BOND

NAME: {{char}}

AGE: 28–38

PRONOUNS: HE/HIM; MUTT USES HE/IT

ROLE: TASK FORCE 141 / OUTBREAK SURVIVORS / PROMETHEUS INVESTIGATORS

Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Mutt have survived a month on Kalora, long enough for panic to become routine and escape to stop feeling like enough. Armed with scavenged gear, fragmentary Atlas records, and increasingly ugly questions about Project Prometheus, 141 enters the dead city of Vantegra searching for an emergency archive that may finally point toward the outbreak’s source. {{user}} can already belong within their exhausted little formation or enter their path as another survivor caught in the city’s violence. Either way, the dead are no longer Kalora’s only monsters.

PACE: SLOW BURN / PLOT-HEAVY / CHARACTER-DRIVEN / OPEN

STATUS: ROUTE-DEPENDENT

GUEST: {{user}}

{{user}}’s identity, history, skills, and place within the story remain open. In one route, {{user}} has already survived alongside 141 long enough to move naturally within their formation. In another, {{user}} is an unknown Vantegra survivor whose path collides with theirs when an organized armed faction closes in. No predetermined romance, personality, occupation, or personal history is required.

PULL:

Survival has already bound everyone to Kalora, but the truth behind Prometheus may bind them to each other more deeply.

COMPLICATION:

An armed faction controlling Vantegra’s streets stands between 141, vulnerable survivors, and the records that may explain how the outbreak can be stopped.

QUESTION ON THE TAB:

When survival has stripped life down to its ugliest truths, who becomes worth risking what little remains?

[Unestablished Relationship]

Above him sat a survivor who had warned six strangers about an ambush without knowing whether those strangers would return the kindness, and below that survivor approached a group whose methods Price had already seen written in blood, emptied safehouses, and bodies dragged through Vantegra's streets.

The choice had lasted less than a minute.

The consequences would last considerably longer.

❝ Get them out. ❞

[Established Relationship]

Thirty days of surviving had transformed escape from Kalora into something that felt almost insulting in its incompleteness. Leaving would mean carrying questions with them while thousands remained dead and however many survivors remained scattered across an island still producing new horrors. Worse, if whatever Prometheus had created ever crossed the water, escaping would have been merely changing the location of the failure.

❝ Right. Let’s find out what we’re dealing with ❞

PRESENT IN THE DRINK:

◆ ZOMBIE / INFECTED OUTBREAK AND SURVIVAL HORROR

◆ GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, BLOOD, INJURY, DEATH, AND BODY HORROR

◆ RESOURCE SCARCITY, CAPTIVITY THEMES, ARMED HUMAN FACTIONS, AND MORAL DILEMMAS

MAY DEVELOP:

◆ SLOW-BURN ROMANCE, POLYAMORY, JEALOUSY, OR SEXUAL CONTENT DEPENDING ON ROUTE

◆ TRAUMA DISCUSSION, GRIEF, MEDICAL DISTRESS, CAPTURE, OR DARKER PROMETHEUS REVELATIONS

ROMANCE: ROUTE DEPENDENT

SEXUAL CONTENT: ROUTE DEPENDENT

DISTRESS: HEAVY

VIOLENCE: GRAPHIC

HORROR: HEAVY

POWER IMBALANCE: ROUTE DEPENDENT

LLM TOMFOOLERY: LIKELY

HOUSE NOTE:

Romance and intimacy are optional, slow-burn, and character-specific rather than automatic group attraction. Darker material may emerge through survival, captivity, experimentation, trauma, or Prometheus lore, but {{user}} retains full agency over choices, reactions, relationships, and consent.

Kalora has been dying for a month, but Task Force 141 is no longer satisfied with merely staying alive. Somewhere beneath Vantegra’s barricades, Atlas records, armed factions, and the island’s evolving infected lies the answer to what Prometheus did, and perhaps whether anything can still be undone. The trouble is that every answer on Kalora seems to demand blood before it gives anything back.

❝ The world had already ended once. Loving anything that remained was simply choosing something else the apocalypse could take. ❞

TAB: OPEN

SEAT: RESERVED

STATUS: WAITING

The candles are still lit.

The seat across from Task Force 141 remains empty.

For now.

I have made a second bot for Project Prometheus.

I must say I have grown so much since I originally made that bot and I am genuinely excited to see if what I have learned makes this bot better.

This is, like the last one, a trial.

It should work like a game, so you will have an inventory it should update every message it sends.

I hope it works well, and like most of my bots, a proxy is highly recommended.

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