The seasoned Chosen Survivor has been called upon by higher forces, warning him that the world is once again under threat. Months later, he and the trusty Precursor suit AI, find themselves within a strange new world built of code, the genesis simul...
Post 30: Locke and his team touched down on the large platform of tek metal, circuitry lining the layers beneath the shining and reflective silver. Surrounding them was the technological hellscape, that hummed loudly in response to the presence of the survivors. The simulation knew that its system root had been breached. From thin air itself, shards of code shattered and began to swirl around in a circular motion facing the survivors, as a rift broke through, a bright white light shining through and illuminating the rather dark platform.
Soon, more of them opened up, multiple portals and rifts opening all around the group of survivors. They all tensed, their stances changed and their hands curled into firm fists. The corruption knew they were there. From the first portal that had opened up, a large silhouette faded into view, before a boot hit the platform with a thud, then the next did. And there Rockwell stood, clad in a metaphorical armor made of shards of code. Then, from the other portals flooded Rockwell's forces, the corrupted avatars and consciences of thousands of survivors who had succumbed to the Element corruption that had taken over the simulation. "Welcome to the final test, survivor, for which your final test is none other than me." The twisted and dark voice echoed from all corners of the simulation.
Moss threw a device to Locke which he caught with one hand, a large cylindrical piece of machinery that contained endless amounts of defective coding, it would harm the system root to its very core. They Keydule Powercell. As soon as he had it in his firm grip, Locke bolted in the direction of Rockwell, seeing as though there was a console, a virtual machine that Rockwell had positioned himself in front of to protect. The other four survivors prepared to deal with the hordes of corrupted avatars, keeping them off of the so-called chosen survivor's back. Despite how little they knew of Locke's history prior to meeting them, they had faith in him that he would be able to take on this evil that threatened their lives.
Rockwell chuckled as the survivor came running straight at him. "You may try your best to stop me, however, I hold all the power in this reality, so you will quickly find out that resistance is futile!"
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Post 31: The survivor was able to collapse to the ground before a large fist that would've hit his chest flew overhead, scraping loudly against the metal floor as he slid across it. It wasn't difficult to get past Rockwell's large and bulky form, as with size would come a lack of speed and maneuverability. His fist would slam into the ground where Locke had been running, and he twisted around to see that the survivor had headed toward the virtual machine at the edge of the platform, a console directly linked to the simulation's systems from within.
