Alternate Battle for Dream Island

ABFDIA 20a: No Name

Golf Ball, as always, was hard at work.

Instead of her usual *riveting* activities of putting pieces of scrap metal together, however, she was in the process of completely shaking up her schedule. Lately, she'd mostly been pacing back and forth throughout the confined halls of her little base, wondering if now *really* was the time to poke her head outside and brave the great outdoors. Her true reasoning for doing so remains up for debate. All that matters is that there is a single, constant driving force behind each and every one: the world keeps on turning, time keeps on passing, and things will keep on happening, regardless of whether or not she was willing to address it or not. The Announcer was still enacting its (presumably) evil schemes, the former contestants of the Battle for Dream Island continue to be inept and incompetent, and everything she was doing down here wasn't going to matter if she wasn't gonna reveal it to the world, if she wasn't gonna face the inevitability of reality. Trying to figure out the optimal time to commit to a decision was a tricky uphill battle: she always wanted more time to think things through, to smooth out any rough patches in her plants, to maximize her chances of success once she's finally out and about. But each and every second she spends doing that is a second the world can use and exploit. Every moment carries the possibility of an extremely unlikely event striking them down and permanently killing them off, plunging the world into yet another age of darkness and despair.

Eventually, Golf Ball bit the bullet and concluded that it was time to make her leave; at the very least, it'd get Tennis Ball to stop complaining and whining about this and that.

But before she could proceed with such a drastic course, of course, she needed to conduct extensive preparations. First and foremost was putting away all the pieces of her little puzzle, storing them safely, making sure she can always get back to them once all of this blows over. She figured that there *was* something greater hidden within the mess of metal and wires, that a significant amount of information was just waiting to be found once she was able to decipher everything. But unfortunately, the world was conspiring against her, and she wasn't gonna have enough time to check all the possibilities, all the connections. She spent quite a number of hours checking every possible corner, every possible nook and cranny, every possible container for these little bits and pieces. She needed to ensure that it wasn't exposed to the elements, that it'd take quite a great amount of destruction and devastation for things to be *truly* irrecoverable. This was a task easier said and done; they've already been through quite a lot- that's why they were in such a state in the first place -and so she feared that even the slightest change in circumstance could completely ruin everything forever. And once *that* was done, she had to make sure that every single facet and detail of her escape plan lives up to her standards, that there was a reasonable chance of it succeeding. She mustn't forget that there were plenty of people out there, looking *specifically* for her, that want nothing more than to ruin her day and impede progress.

Golf Ball was in the middle of doing just that when a particularly foul stench entered her personal space.

The base, as she was informed through all the documents and texts left behind inside, was built to withstand quite a lot. Amidst all the descriptions of all safety measures against particularly big explosions, intrusions by hostile agents, and 2,763 other possibilities, there was one about such a scenario as this. In the event that the atmosphere becomes polluted with some particularly nasty chemicals, ones that could cause pain, death, or general discomfort, the site was equipped to completely seal itself off from the rest of the world, in an atmospheric sense. Deep within the place's bowels were machines and devices capable of 'recycling' the air, removing its staleness and rendering it healthy to breathe once again. There are also machines to create more air out of a sufficient quantity of water, as well as, in a worst-case scenario, purifying the outside air to be safe to take in.