decaying winter Perk And Other Ideas

abandoned pt 1

"Drop pod deployed, returning to base"

A scratchy voice spoke, the person inside the drop pod awoke to darkness and the sounds of rattling metal, trapped in a drop pod against his will, he awaited the impact, wondering if he would die so soon.

Following his thoughts, the pod crashed, slamming his head onto a brace, he was knocked unconscious.

Hours passed.

He awoke again, maybe for the worse.

His AGENT spoke: YOU HAVE SUFFERED, MINOR, HEAD TRUAMA, THIS IS CONSIDERED THE OPTIMAL OUTCOME, THIS AGENT HAS ACTIVATED IN EMERGENCY SURVIVAL MODE WITH ONE DIRECTIVE, TO KEEP YOU ALIVE ON A HAZARDOUS PLANET.

"Just my luck huh..."

His head still throbbed with pain, his vision was slowly recovering however.

"Agent what is my mission here"

DIRECTIVE FROM COMMAND READS: SURVIVE.

"Can you be less specific?"

NEGATIVE, COMMAND HAS GIVEN CLEAR DIRECTIVES, I WILL ASIST WITH THIS MISSION THE BEST I CAN.

"Great they throw me here and don't even tell me what to do"

LOGIC ERROR, DIRECTIVE IS CLEAR.

"I was being sarcastic"

NOTED, USER IS EQUIPPED WITH: SARCASM.

"Oh my- this is going to be a long night..."

With his vision cleared, the lost decided he should find a safezone before anything else, I few locations seemed to be possible points the storm couldn't reach.

He decided to check a warehouse.

"Agent, is this area safe from the storm"

SCANNING- SCANNING, SAFE ZONE DETECTED.

"Good, atleast I won't die so early"

SURVIVAL SUCCESS RATE IS 24.59%, YOU ARE UNARMED AND UNDER EQUIPPED, HOWEVER, TO SUPPLY YOU WITH A DAILY DOSE OF DOPAMINE, I REMAIN OPTIMISTIC ON YOUR CONTINUED SURVIVAL.

"Now I just feel worse asshole"

RECOMMEND COURSE OF ACTION: REST, YOU'RE TRUAMA WILL IMPACT YOU'RE ABILTY TO ACT IN THE MOMENT AND CAUSE STRESS.

"Your a pain in the ass but fine"

I AM YOUR PARTNER, YOUR AGENT, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM NICKNAMES, THEY CAUSD DISTRACTIONS.

"Just shut up and let me sleep"

UNDERSTOOD.

For the first few nights, the lost gathered the necessary supplies, medical items food and water plus a weapon, he managed to find some ammo but no guns, his mental state is decaying but his Agent is trying its best to slow that process.

MOTIVATIONAL MESSAGE: YOU HAVE SURVIVED LONGER THAN 42% OF STRANDEDS, IF YOU CAN SURVIVE THIS, I BELIEVE YOU CAN SURVIVE FOR MUCH LONGER.

"Hmh"

SCANS SHOW A DECLINE IN MENTAL HEALTH, A HEALTHY MIND STARTS WITH A HEALTHY SMILE.

"What are you a preschool teacher"

REEVALUATION OF PREVIOUS STATEMENT, IN TIMES OF EXTREME SOCIAL DEPRIVATION, TALKING TO INANIMATE OBJECTS CAN KEEP YOUR MIND FLEXABLE AND HEALTHY, REFER TO ME AS YOU PLEASE AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO TALK.

I DETECT DOPAMINE.

"Oh shut up...but that wasn't too bad"

WOULD YOU CARE FOR MORE MOTIVATION.

"Fine..."

Back in the safezone, the lost was resting, but he Finally caught the attention of the scavengers.

WARNING, UNKNOWN PERSONNEL INCOMING.

WAKE UP.

WAKE UP.

*loud beep*

"Ah! What the fuck agent?!"

YOU ARE BEING RAIDED.

The lost sprung up, grabbing his sledgehammer, he took cover behind a cargo box, slowly peaking his head out.

BEHIND YOU.

In response he bashed the grip behind him, hitting a scav, he followed up with a heavy swing onto the scavs skull.

REAR AGAIN.

But as he turned around the scav sinked their blade deep into the lost's chest, he shoved the scav away and swung at their knees, as they tried to get up he dropped the sledgehammer onto their face, crushing them.

DEEP WOUND DETECTED, REQUIRES STITCHES, BLEEDING IS CONTROLLED, BANDAGING RECOMMENDED.

"I don't think we have stitching agent"

WOUND HEAL RATE WILL BE HEAVILY REDUCED, STITCHING CAN BE APPLIED AT ANY POINT.

ON ANOTHER NOTE, UNKNOWN BACTERIAL CONTAGION HAS ENTERED YOUR SYSTEM, CONTINUING TO MONITOR.

"Is it anything curable?"

UNKNOWN, DISEASE IS FIGHTING IMMUNE SYSTEM, AND IS WINNING DANGEROUSLY FAST, RECOMMEND REGULAR INTAKE OF MEDICINE.

"Just my fucking luck"

YOU ARE INCREDIBLY LUCKY TO HAVE SURVIVED THIS FAR, I WILL DO EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO KEEP YOU ALIVE.

"thanks I guess"