CREWSADERS - THE NOVELIZATION OF A GAME THAT DOESN'T EXIST

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The hotel room was a complete mess: the sheets of the bed were thrown everywhere, tiles of the floor were cracked under rocks, glass from the window was shattered all across the location. Before one could even begin to get a grasp of the said room a loud gasp cut through the silence as a young woman sat up from the bed she had been sprawled upon, her breaths heavy as she tried to make sense of the situation.

///////////// One Girl Army: Érica/////////////

She had never felt so sore in ages. Brushing her messy ginger hair away from her eyes (only one worked but it was a matter of principle) she began trying to reason where she might be..
At first, she thought it was a dream – after all, it seemed impossible to have just woken up in a random hotel room she didn't know, but then again, it's not like she hadn't been through this type of training situation before, pushed by her adoptive father to enlist in a "consentual kidnapping" program just so she could put her military skills to the test.. Even then, though, the stinging feeling in her sides and the blood that covered her pale skin told another story.

Érica slowly got out from the bed and as she tried to ignore the sharp stings of pain on her body she realized she was still wearing what she had brought to university not long before her last memory: just some random combination of lazy clothes she'd thrown on in a rush before going to fight just another super villain of the week that had been reported to be tormenting the streets not too long before her lapse in memory..

It wasn't a training exercise.

Her discovery only left her giving out a blunt 'Oh' as she got closer to investigate the Érica-sized hole in the window near the bed. She looked out of the glass crater to see a seemingly vacant futuristic metropolitan city around the hotel, not being able to recognize a single landmark for as much as she scanned the area. After a moment, she noticed she couldn't even understand what language the billboards were in.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain ringing out in her left cheek: a reminder to keep herself alive.

"Mister, please find me a bathroom in this place, fast," she ordered, only for no answer to be given, and no magical being made of fire to be seen. She tapped her chest in a panic and realized that her necklace was gone. Another mystery. "You've got to be kidding me.."

Whatever, she'd look for the source of her superpowers later. For now, she had to make sure she wouldn't bleed to death. Érica rushed to find a bathroom, frantically searching through all kinds of cabinets until she found the first aid kit – again, in a language she didn't recognize.. – and wrapped bandages around several parts of her body after briefly cleaning them with the – hopefully – working water from the tap. She made sure to firmly wrap her knuckles. Even without superpowers she knew how to pack a punch.

The thought of the hole in the window haunted her. For her to fall through such an angle she had to have been thrown.. But by what?

Or by who?

A distorted animalistic roar sounded from the distance, shaking the floors and answering her question.

She needed to go.

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A chicken.

After fighting and dodging through all kinds of small robotic enemies, she found her necklace on a chicken. A huge, statue-like one to be sure, but a chicken regardless.