Serial designation R

After breakfast and a few moments of rest from Fractal's introduction to everyone, a buzzer sounded throughout the facility as the many Contestants were summarily ushered into what looked like repurposed shipping crates, just big enough for one drone to fit. Once the door closed behind you, a screen on the inside blazed to life as Fractal could be seen smiling as brightly as ever.

"Allllright everyone, I know breakfast was a little rushed and hectic, so I'll go over the rules again while explaining it to the Beneficiaries!~"

Your container lurches forward with the sound of scraping metal and grinding gears, Fractal pulling out a clipboard from within her jacket with a lower arm while an upper one holds her oddly designed mask to the side.

"Rule One - The Rule of One! The game ends when there is only one or none of you left alive, with that Contestant being the official Season One winner of Hunger Drones. How you get to that point is up to you- Forge alliances, go solo, whatever it takes!~"

Fractal begins to walk with the camera as she heads to a platform of some kind, standing on it while continuing to speak.

"Rule Two - No Leaving! Any attempts to flee past the borders of the arena will result in premature death via the core devices and/or arena systems put in place. Remember, the enforced borders are there for more than just for you!~"

Your container stops suddenly, almost throwing you right against the screen before starting to raise up along with the hostess's platform.

"Rule Three - Patience! When your container is open, do not step onto the arena floor until I give the go ahead. Failure to follow this rule will likely involve your untimely destruction via arena defenses!~"

Although her platform continued to rise, yours had just stopped as the grinding noises ceased as a buzzer rang out and the walls of your container fell apart. It seemed to look like you were moved to a large and wrecked lobby of some kind, the welcome sign for 'Cabin Fever Labs' hanging on a hook from the tiled ceiling as a large crate sat in the middle of the floor. You could see the others as well, all arriving in their own transports in a circle a few meters away from the supplies.

"Rule Four - Limited Outside Intervention! While your Beneficiaries are able to help at various times, they are only permitted to send what is requested of them. Any violation of this will result in the removal of all Beneficiaries associated with the Contestant~."

Fractal's platform finally stops with a hiss as she takes a seat in an ergonomic office chair, the wheels rolling her off camera for a moment before a hand grabs it to record herself at a control console of some kind, many different switches and buttons with differing labels, her mask set gently on the top of it while the clipboard was tossed to the side.

"I hope everyone's excited, because I know I am! I'll finish setting up the arena proper and I'll let you know when we can start with a classic countdown sequence. In the meantime, get a hold of your surroundings! It might be helpful~"

The screens then switch off, leaving you to yourself for the time being.

@cursed-spectre

@serial-designation-4

@rubydrake3

@khimerzherkiroleplay

@orbital-olivine

Just as suddenly as Fractal appeared on-screen, the red countdown had commenced and ended with the security alarm going off, apparently having it strung up as a makeshift horn of sorts for inside the arena blares.

Hunger Drones Season One was officially underway!

After breakfast and a few moments of rest from Fractal's introduction to everyone, a buzzer sounded throughout the facility as the many Contestants were summarily ushered into what looked like repurposed shipping crates, just big enough for one drone to fit. Once the door closed behind you, a screen on the inside blazed to life as Fractal could be seen smiling as brightly as ever.

"Allllright everyone, I know breakfast was a little rushed and hectic, so I'll go over the rules again while explaining it to the Beneficiaries!~"

Your container lurches forward with the sound of scraping metal and grinding gears, Fractal pulling out a clipboard from within her jacket with a lower arm while an upper one holds her oddly designed mask to the side.

"Rule One - The Rule of One! The game ends when there is only one or none of you left alive, with that Contestant being the official Season One winner of Hunger Drones. How you get to that point is up to you- Forge alliances, go solo, whatever it takes!~"

Fractal begins to walk with the camera as she heads to a platform of some kind, standing on it while continuing to speak.

"Rule Two - No Leaving! Any attempts to flee past the borders of the arena will result in premature death via the core devices and/or arena systems put in place. Remember, the enforced borders are there for more than just for you!~"

Your container stops suddenly, almost throwing you right against the screen before starting to raise up along with the hostess's platform.

"Rule Three - Patience! When your container is open, do not step onto the arena floor until I give the go ahead. Failure to follow this rule will likely involve your untimely destruction via arena defenses!~"

Although her platform continued to rise, yours had just stopped as the grinding noises ceased as a buzzer rang out and the walls of your container fell apart. It seemed to look like you were moved to a large and wrecked lobby of some kind, the welcome sign for 'Cabin Fever Labs' hanging on a hook from the tiled ceiling as a large crate sat in the middle of the floor. You could see the others as well, all arriving in their own transports in a circle a few meters away from the supplies.

"Rule Four - Limited Outside Intervention! While your Beneficiaries are able to help at various times, they are only permitted to send what is requested of them. Any violation of this will result in the removal of all Beneficiaries associated with the Contestant~."

Fractal's platform finally stops with a hiss as she takes a seat in an ergonomic office chair, the wheels rolling her off camera for a moment before a hand grabs it to record herself at a control console of some kind, many different switches and buttons with differing labels, her mask set gently on the top of it while the clipboard was tossed to the side.

"I hope everyone's excited, because I know I am! I'll finish setting up the arena proper and I'll let you know when we can start with a classic countdown sequence. In the meantime, get a hold of your surroundings! It might be helpful~"

The screens then switch off, leaving you to yourself for the time being.

@cursed-spectre

@serial-designation-4

@rubydrake3

@khimerzherkiroleplay

@orbital-olivine

@gxc-sd-r

@gxc-sd-r

@gxc-sd-r

@gxc-sd-r

@gxc-sd-r

@gxc-sd-r

@gxc-sd-r

You awaken to a soft sounding alarm going off next to your soft-as-a-cloud mattress, which was strange considering the circumstances regarding your 'acquisition' moments ago. Well, it felt like moments ago to you, but your internal systems say otherwise: Your sleep cycle had been running nonstop for hours, likely thanks to the puck-shaped device stuck to your core systems beforehand. Another thing to take note of is the other string of code suppressing the use of on-board weaponry and abilities, any nanite tails one may have being capped at the ends by a piece of unknown and lightweight metal.

The lights had automatically turned on at this point, giving the room a feeling of being in a small hotel. There were the normal amenities, such as the bathroom and shower-slash-bathtub combo within it, along with a television screen above the foot of the bed. There were paintings of poppy fields adorning the place as well, a metal door at the end that looked like it opened upwards. There was no button or knob visible near it. Any weaponry you usually keep on your person is nowhere in sight next to the alarm going off.

What do you do?

@cursed-spectre

@serial-designation-4

@rubydrake3

@khimerzherkiroleplay

@orbital-olivine

Nero stretches slightly as she wakes up, a few audible pops able to be heard before sitting up with a tired expression on her face, internal systems still catching up. At first, things seemed to be completely normal to her as the IT drone yawns and gets out of bed, shutting the alarm off as moves to gently scritch at the thing on her core.

Wait- There's a thing on her core. That wakes her up immediately as Nero looks around with hollowed eyes. That online rumor about an underground death game was true?! Her chassis began to shudder.

"U-Uh, hello? Is anyone there?! Think th-there's been a mistake!"

"Goooood morning, my wonderful Contestants and Beneficiaries, and welcome to Hunger Drones! I have detected motion within your rooms, which means the devices have finally ended your sleep cycle loop and you've woken up! I know that you might be somewhat disoriented and confused, but I assure you that everything is by design. As of now, you may explore your rooms and freshen up if you choose to do so, though if you don't want to and you're feeling hungry, breakfast is ready within the Cafetorium, where I will explain the rules more in-depth! All that I ask is that you save the combat and killer intent for the games themselves: There will be absolutely no violence against another Contestant or Beneficiary before the games start. It's unsportsmanlike and akin to cheating, and boy do I hate cheating, ahaha! Whenever you're ready to head out of your room, simply knock on the door three times and they will open for you. Other than that, enjoy yourselves a nice meal!~"

This is real! Oh robo-god this is real. Needless to say, Nero was not taking this lightly right now.

"Nonono, this's fake. It's g-gotta be fake! I can't kill drones, I-I-I can't ev'n fight a Keybug!"

Her breathing increases as it steadily becomes more and more frantic, text box after text box popping up onto her visor.

Chances of survival: 4.17% Level of combat skill: Low Conclusion: ;<

Nero squeezes her eyes tight and shakes her head. She needs to calm down and think. Think! Food. She needs to eat while thinking this over, something to calm her nerves while remembering what her dad's taught her. The IT Worker makes her way to the door, still clearly shaken up as she knocks on it three times, imagining herself in a frozen forest with closed eyes.

Within the Cafetorium, it seemed to be nothing more than a basic cafeteria converted from what could have been an employee break room. Along the far wall of the room, there were other drones either filling up their plates or just carrying their meals away bare handed, including: Fresh oil in complimentary cans, steamed and deactivated drone cores from varying models, batteries, and some... green rocks? The sign next to those seemed to indicate that they were for somebody else named 'Espoir' though...

Well... might as well find something edible! An oil can and some batteries don't seem too bad honestly, so- Wait, someone's trying to talk to her!

"Eep!"

Nero jumps slightly as a Disassembly Drone approaches her, a textbox appearing in the corner of her visor detailing possible escape routes. She still wanted breakfast though... The Worker shakes off the thoughts and the textbox at the same time, replacing them with mental images of frozen trees and ice covered branches as she warily smiles.

"H-Hi?"

@gxc-sd-r

Nero frowns almost immediately as she looks at the ground a bit, arms wrapped around herself before slowly shaking her head.

"No... N-Not really... Uh... Who're you?"

"I'm Nero..."

Yeah, what made that obvious, the sheer terror rocking her form or her quivering voice!?

"I-I'm just'n IT Worker, not a freakin' killer! I thought this was fake! J-Just 'nother internet hoax t'scare drones, so I signed up... Now I'm gonna die b'fore I even get t'see dad again-"

She sounds like she's on the verge of tears...

Nero allows R's hand to rest on her shoulder, the gesture helping her fight back any tears while looking at the other drone.

"Hopefully... Surely someone's had to've backed out before, r-right?"

There's a small shred of hope peeking through the Worker's voice, her shaking starting to calm down.

"Yeah... That sounds nice righ'now."

The IT tech turned contestant made her way towards the breakfast bar, her nerves having calmed a bit. At least everyone didn't seem to be immediately hostile, right? Nero fills a small bowl of batteries and pours some oil from the can onto them, drinking the rest of it as if she were making some form of Drone Cereal.

Nero takes a bite of breakfast while taking a seat with R, still decently concerned about the unfortunate situation that she herself had gotten into.

"W-Well... I work in CITS! That stands f'r Colony Information Technology Services, by the way- I'm th' head of the department!"

"It's uh... actually kinda borin'! I'm th'only one that works in the Server Room."

She rubs the back of her head slightly, almost a bit sheepishly, as Nero takes another bite of the makeshift cereal. Doesn't seem like she socializes too much, huh?

"Laaadies and gentle-drones, boys and pills! Introducing to all of you once again, your gateway to incentivized violence and your beloved hostess-"

The sound of a metal door opened with a hiss as the four armed drone that had brought you here in the first place rose up from the fog while in a bow. She was wearing a cyan ringleader jacket with silver accents, two holes cut out on the sides for her lower set of limbs as a matching bow adorned her head. She enthusiastically righted herself up and held her arms out as a spotlight shone on her. That permanent grin on her face and asterisk eyes seemed to be more than elated for this moment.

You awaken to a soft sounding alarm going off next to your soft-as-a-cloud mattress, which was strange considering the circumstances regarding your 'acquisition' moments ago. Well, it felt like moments ago to you, but your internal systems say otherwise: Your sleep cycle had been running nonstop for hours, likely thanks to the puck-shaped device stuck to your core systems beforehand. Another thing to take note of is the other string of code suppressing the use of on-board weaponry and abilities, any nanite tails one may have being capped at the ends by a piece of unknown and lightweight metal.

The lights had automatically turned on at this point, giving the room a feeling of being in a small hotel. There were the normal amenities, such as the bathroom and shower-slash-bathtub combo within it, along with a television screen above the foot of the bed. There were paintings of poppy fields adorning the place as well, a metal door at the end that looked like it opened upwards. There was no button or knob visible near it. Any weaponry you usually keep on your person is nowhere in sight next to the alarm going off.

What do you do?

@cursed-spectre

@serial-designation-4

@rubydrake3

@khimerzherkiroleplay

@orbital-olivine

Nero stretches slightly as she wakes up, a few audible pops able to be heard before sitting up with a tired expression on her face, internal systems still catching up. At first, things seemed to be completely normal to her as the IT drone yawns and gets out of bed, shutting the alarm off as moves to gently scritch at the thing on her core.

Wait- There's a thing on her core. That wakes her up immediately as Nero looks around with hollowed eyes. That online rumor about an underground death game was true?! Her chassis began to shudder.

"U-Uh, hello? Is anyone there?! Think th-there's been a mistake!"

"Goooood morning, my wonderful Contestants and Beneficiaries, and welcome to Hunger Drones! I have detected motion within your rooms, which means the devices have finally ended your sleep cycle loop and you've woken up! I know that you might be somewhat disoriented and confused, but I assure you that everything is by design. As of now, you may explore your rooms and freshen up if you choose to do so, though if you don't want to and you're feeling hungry, breakfast is ready within the Cafetorium, where I will explain the rules more in-depth! All that I ask is that you save the combat and killer intent for the games themselves: There will be absolutely no violence against another Contestant or Beneficiary before the games start. It's unsportsmanlike and akin to cheating, and boy do I hate cheating, ahaha! Whenever you're ready to head out of your room, simply knock on the door three times and they will open for you. Other than that, enjoy yourselves a nice meal!~"

This is real! Oh robo-god this is real. Needless to say, Nero was not taking this lightly right now.

"Nonono, this's fake. It's g-gotta be fake! I can't kill drones, I-I-I can't ev'n fight a Keybug!"

Her breathing increases as it steadily becomes more and more frantic, text box after text box popping up onto her visor.

Chances of survival: 4.17% Level of combat skill: Low Conclusion: ;<

Nero squeezes her eyes tight and shakes her head. She needs to calm down and think. Think! Food. She needs to eat while thinking this over, something to calm her nerves while remembering what her dad's taught her. The IT Worker makes her way to the door, still clearly shaken up as she knocks on it three times, imagining herself in a frozen forest with closed eyes.

Within the Cafetorium, it seemed to be nothing more than a basic cafeteria converted from what could have been an employee break room. Along the far wall of the room, there were other drones either filling up their plates or just carrying their meals away bare handed, including: Fresh oil in complimentary cans, steamed and deactivated drone cores from varying models, batteries, and some... green rocks? The sign next to those seemed to indicate that they were for somebody else named 'Espoir' though...

Well... might as well find something edible! An oil can and some batteries don't seem too bad honestly, so- Wait, someone's trying to talk to her!

"Eep!"

Nero jumps slightly as a Disassembly Drone approaches her, a textbox appearing in the corner of her visor detailing possible escape routes. She still wanted breakfast though... The Worker shakes off the thoughts and the textbox at the same time, replacing them with mental images of frozen trees and ice covered branches as she warily smiles.

"H-Hi?"

@gxc-sd-r

Nero frowns almost immediately as she looks at the ground a bit, arms wrapped around herself before slowly shaking her head.

"No... N-Not really... Uh... Who're you?"

"I'm Nero..."

Yeah, what made that obvious, the sheer terror rocking her form or her quivering voice!?

"I-I'm just'n IT Worker, not a freakin' killer! I thought this was fake! J-Just 'nother internet hoax t'scare drones, so I signed up... Now I'm gonna die b'fore I even get t'see dad again-"

She sounds like she's on the verge of tears...

Nero allows R's hand to rest on her shoulder, the gesture helping her fight back any tears while looking at the other drone.

"Hopefully... Surely someone's had to've backed out before, r-right?"

There's a small shred of hope peeking through the Worker's voice, her shaking starting to calm down.

"Yeah... That sounds nice righ'now."

The IT tech turned contestant made her way towards the breakfast bar, her nerves having calmed a bit. At least everyone didn't seem to be immediately hostile, right? Nero fills a small bowl of batteries and pours some oil from the can onto them, drinking the rest of it as if she were making some form of Drone Cereal.

Nero takes a bite of breakfast while taking a seat with R, still decently concerned about the unfortunate situation that she herself had gotten into.

"W-Well... I work in CITS! That stands f'r Colony Information Technology Services, by the way- I'm th' head of the department!"

"It's uh... actually kinda borin'! I'm th'only one that works in the Server Room."

She rubs the back of her head slightly, almost a bit sheepishly, as Nero takes another bite of the makeshift cereal. Doesn't seem like she socializes too much, huh?

You awaken to a soft sounding alarm going off next to your soft-as-a-cloud mattress, which was strange considering the circumstances regarding your 'acquisition' moments ago. Well, it felt like moments ago to you, but your internal systems say otherwise: Your sleep cycle had been running nonstop for hours, likely thanks to the puck-shaped device stuck to your core systems beforehand. Another thing to take note of is the other string of code suppressing the use of on-board weaponry and abilities, any nanite tails one may have being capped at the ends by a piece of unknown and lightweight metal.

The lights had automatically turned on at this point, giving the room a feeling of being in a small hotel. There were the normal amenities, such as the bathroom and shower-slash-bathtub combo within it, along with a television screen above the foot of the bed. There were paintings of poppy fields adorning the place as well, a metal door at the end that looked like it opened upwards. There was no button or knob visible near it. Any weaponry you usually keep on your person is nowhere in sight next to the alarm going off.

What do you do?

@cursed-spectre

@serial-designation-4

@rubydrake3

@khimerzherkiroleplay

@orbital-olivine

Nero stretches slightly as she wakes up, a few audible pops able to be heard before sitting up with a tired expression on her face, internal systems still catching up. At first, things seemed to be completely normal to her as the IT drone yawns and gets out of bed, shutting the alarm off as moves to gently scritch at the thing on her core.

Wait- There's a thing on her core. That wakes her up immediately as Nero looks around with hollowed eyes. That online rumor about an underground death game was true?! Her chassis began to shudder.

"U-Uh, hello? Is anyone there?! Think th-there's been a mistake!"

"Goooood morning, my wonderful Contestants and Beneficiaries, and welcome to Hunger Drones! I have detected motion within your rooms, which means the devices have finally ended your sleep cycle loop and you've woken up! I know that you might be somewhat disoriented and confused, but I assure you that everything is by design. As of now, you may explore your rooms and freshen up if you choose to do so, though if you don't want to and you're feeling hungry, breakfast is ready within the Cafetorium, where I will explain the rules more in-depth! All that I ask is that you save the combat and killer intent for the games themselves: There will be absolutely no violence against another Contestant or Beneficiary before the games start. It's unsportsmanlike and akin to cheating, and boy do I hate cheating, ahaha! Whenever you're ready to head out of your room, simply knock on the door three times and they will open for you. Other than that, enjoy yourselves a nice meal!~"

This is real! Oh robo-god this is real. Needless to say, Nero was not taking this lightly right now.

"Nonono, this's fake. It's g-gotta be fake! I can't kill drones, I-I-I can't ev'n fight a Keybug!"

Her breathing increases as it steadily becomes more and more frantic, text box after text box popping up onto her visor.

Chances of survival: 4.17% Level of combat skill: Low Conclusion: ;<

Nero squeezes her eyes tight and shakes her head. She needs to calm down and think. Think! Food. She needs to eat while thinking this over, something to calm her nerves while remembering what her dad's taught her. The IT Worker makes her way to the door, still clearly shaken up as she knocks on it three times, imagining herself in a frozen forest with closed eyes.

Within the Cafetorium, it seemed to be nothing more than a basic cafeteria converted from what could have been an employee break room. Along the far wall of the room, there were other drones either filling up their plates or just carrying their meals away bare handed, including: Fresh oil in complimentary cans, steamed and deactivated drone cores from varying models, batteries, and some... green rocks? The sign next to those seemed to indicate that they were for somebody else named 'Espoir' though...

Well... might as well find something edible! An oil can and some batteries don't seem too bad honestly, so- Wait, someone's trying to talk to her!

"Eep!"

Nero jumps slightly as a Disassembly Drone approaches her, a textbox appearing in the corner of her visor detailing possible escape routes. She still wanted breakfast though... The Worker shakes off the thoughts and the textbox at the same time, replacing them with mental images of frozen trees and ice covered branches as she warily smiles.

"H-Hi?"

@gxc-sd-r

Nero frowns almost immediately as she looks at the ground a bit, arms wrapped around herself before slowly shaking her head.

"No... N-Not really... Uh... Who're you?"

"I'm Nero..."

Yeah, what made that obvious, the sheer terror rocking her form or her quivering voice!?

"I-I'm just'n IT Worker, not a freakin' killer! I thought this was fake! J-Just 'nother internet hoax t'scare drones, so I signed up... Now I'm gonna die b'fore I even get t'see dad again-"

She sounds like she's on the verge of tears...

Nero allows R's hand to rest on her shoulder, the gesture helping her fight back any tears while looking at the other drone.

"Hopefully... Surely someone's had to've backed out before, r-right?"

There's a small shred of hope peeking through the Worker's voice, her shaking starting to calm down.

"Yeah... That sounds nice righ'now."

The IT tech turned contestant made her way towards the breakfast bar, her nerves having calmed a bit. At least everyone didn't seem to be immediately hostile, right? Nero fills a small bowl of batteries and pours some oil from the can onto them, drinking the rest of it as if she were making some form of Drone Cereal.

Nero takes a bite of breakfast while taking a seat with R, still decently concerned about the unfortunate situation that she herself had gotten into.

"W-Well... I work in CITS! That stands f'r Colony Information Technology Services, by the way- I'm th' head of the department!"

You awaken to a soft sounding alarm going off next to your soft-as-a-cloud mattress, which was strange considering the circumstances regarding your 'acquisition' moments ago. Well, it felt like moments ago to you, but your internal systems say otherwise: Your sleep cycle had been running nonstop for hours, likely thanks to the puck-shaped device stuck to your core systems beforehand. Another thing to take note of is the other string of code suppressing the use of on-board weaponry and abilities, any nanite tails one may have being capped at the ends by a piece of unknown and lightweight metal.

The lights had automatically turned on at this point, giving the room a feeling of being in a small hotel. There were the normal amenities, such as the bathroom and shower-slash-bathtub combo within it, along with a television screen above the foot of the bed. There were paintings of poppy fields adorning the place as well, a metal door at the end that looked like it opened upwards. There was no button or knob visible near it. Any weaponry you usually keep on your person is nowhere in sight next to the alarm going off.

What do you do?

@cursed-spectre

@serial-designation-4

@rubydrake3

@khimerzherkiroleplay

@orbital-olivine

Nero stretches slightly as she wakes up, a few audible pops able to be heard before sitting up with a tired expression on her face, internal systems still catching up. At first, things seemed to be completely normal to her as the IT drone yawns and gets out of bed, shutting the alarm off as moves to gently scritch at the thing on her core.

Wait- There's a thing on her core. That wakes her up immediately as Nero looks around with hollowed eyes. That online rumor about an underground death game was true?! Her chassis began to shudder.

"U-Uh, hello? Is anyone there?! Think th-there's been a mistake!"

"Goooood morning, my wonderful Contestants and Beneficiaries, and welcome to Hunger Drones! I have detected motion within your rooms, which means the devices have finally ended your sleep cycle loop and you've woken up! I know that you might be somewhat disoriented and confused, but I assure you that everything is by design. As of now, you may explore your rooms and freshen up if you choose to do so, though if you don't want to and you're feeling hungry, breakfast is ready within the Cafetorium, where I will explain the rules more in-depth! All that I ask is that you save the combat and killer intent for the games themselves: There will be absolutely no violence against another Contestant or Beneficiary before the games start. It's unsportsmanlike and akin to cheating, and boy do I hate cheating, ahaha! Whenever you're ready to head out of your room, simply knock on the door three times and they will open for you. Other than that, enjoy yourselves a nice meal!~"

This is real! Oh robo-god this is real. Needless to say, Nero was not taking this lightly right now.

"Nonono, this's fake. It's g-gotta be fake! I can't kill drones, I-I-I can't ev'n fight a Keybug!"

Her breathing increases as it steadily becomes more and more frantic, text box after text box popping up onto her visor.

Chances of survival: 4.17% Level of combat skill: Low Conclusion: ;<

Nero squeezes her eyes tight and shakes her head. She needs to calm down and think. Think! Food. She needs to eat while thinking this over, something to calm her nerves while remembering what her dad's taught her. The IT Worker makes her way to the door, still clearly shaken up as she knocks on it three times, imagining herself in a frozen forest with closed eyes.

Within the Cafetorium, it seemed to be nothing more than a basic cafeteria converted from what could have been an employee break room. Along the far wall of the room, there were other drones either filling up their plates or just carrying their meals away bare handed, including: Fresh oil in complimentary cans, steamed and deactivated drone cores from varying models, batteries, and some... green rocks? The sign next to those seemed to indicate that they were for somebody else named 'Espoir' though...

Well... might as well find something edible! An oil can and some batteries don't seem too bad honestly, so- Wait, someone's trying to talk to her!

"Eep!"

Nero jumps slightly as a Disassembly Drone approaches her, a textbox appearing in the corner of her visor detailing possible escape routes. She still wanted breakfast though... The Worker shakes off the thoughts and the textbox at the same time, replacing them with mental images of frozen trees and ice covered branches as she warily smiles.

"H-Hi?"

@gxc-sd-r

Nero frowns almost immediately as she looks at the ground a bit, arms wrapped around herself before slowly shaking her head.

"No... N-Not really... Uh... Who're you?"

"I'm Nero..."

Yeah, what made that obvious, the sheer terror rocking her form or her quivering voice!?

"I-I'm just'n IT Worker, not a freakin' killer! I thought this was fake! J-Just 'nother internet hoax t'scare drones, so I signed up... Now I'm gonna die b'fore I even get t'see dad again-"

She sounds like she's on the verge of tears...

Nero allows R's hand to rest on her shoulder, the gesture helping her fight back any tears while looking at the other drone.

"Hopefully... Surely someone's had to've backed out before, r-right?"

There's a small shred of hope peeking through the Worker's voice, her shaking starting to calm down.

"Yeah... That sounds nice righ'now."

The IT tech turned contestant made her way towards the breakfast bar, her nerves having calmed a bit. At least everyone didn't seem to be immediately hostile, right? Nero fills a small bowl of batteries and pours some oil from the can onto them, drinking the rest of it as if she were making some form of Drone Cereal.

You awaken to a soft sounding alarm going off next to your soft-as-a-cloud mattress, which was strange considering the circumstances regarding your 'acquisition' moments ago. Well, it felt like moments ago to you, but your internal systems say otherwise: Your sleep cycle had been running nonstop for hours, likely thanks to the puck-shaped device stuck to your core systems beforehand. Another thing to take note of is the other string of code suppressing the use of on-board weaponry and abilities, any nanite tails one may have being capped at the ends by a piece of unknown and lightweight metal.

The lights had automatically turned on at this point, giving the room a feeling of being in a small hotel. There were the normal amenities, such as the bathroom and shower-slash-bathtub combo within it, along with a television screen above the foot of the bed. There were paintings of poppy fields adorning the place as well, a metal door at the end that looked like it opened upwards. There was no button or knob visible near it. Any weaponry you usually keep on your person is nowhere in sight next to the alarm going off.

What do you do?

@cursed-spectre

@serial-designation-4

@rubydrake3

@khimerzherkiroleplay

@orbital-olivine

Nero stretches slightly as she wakes up, a few audible pops able to be heard before sitting up with a tired expression on her face, internal systems still catching up. At first, things seemed to be completely normal to her as the IT drone yawns and gets out of bed, shutting the alarm off as moves to gently scritch at the thing on her core.

Wait- There's a thing on her core. That wakes her up immediately as Nero looks around with hollowed eyes. That online rumor about an underground death game was true?! Her chassis began to shudder.

"U-Uh, hello? Is anyone there?! Think th-there's been a mistake!"

"Goooood morning, my wonderful Contestants and Beneficiaries, and welcome to Hunger Drones! I have detected motion within your rooms, which means the devices have finally ended your sleep cycle loop and you've woken up! I know that you might be somewhat disoriented and confused, but I assure you that everything is by design. As of now, you may explore your rooms and freshen up if you choose to do so, though if you don't want to and you're feeling hungry, breakfast is ready within the Cafetorium, where I will explain the rules more in-depth! All that I ask is that you save the combat and killer intent for the games themselves: There will be absolutely no violence against another Contestant or Beneficiary before the games start. It's unsportsmanlike and akin to cheating, and boy do I hate cheating, ahaha! Whenever you're ready to head out of your room, simply knock on the door three times and they will open for you. Other than that, enjoy yourselves a nice meal!~"

This is real! Oh robo-god this is real. Needless to say, Nero was not taking this lightly right now.

"Nonono, this's fake. It's g-gotta be fake! I can't kill drones, I-I-I can't ev'n fight a Keybug!"

Her breathing increases as it steadily becomes more and more frantic, text box after text box popping up onto her visor.

Chances of survival: 4.17% Level of combat skill: Low Conclusion: ;<

Nero squeezes her eyes tight and shakes her head. She needs to calm down and think. Think! Food. She needs to eat while thinking this over, something to calm her nerves while remembering what her dad's taught her. The IT Worker makes her way to the door, still clearly shaken up as she knocks on it three times, imagining herself in a frozen forest with closed eyes.

Within the Cafetorium, it seemed to be nothing more than a basic cafeteria converted from what could have been an employee break room. Along the far wall of the room, there were other drones either filling up their plates or just carrying their meals away bare handed, including: Fresh oil in complimentary cans, steamed and deactivated drone cores from varying models, batteries, and some... green rocks? The sign next to those seemed to indicate that they were for somebody else named 'Espoir' though...

Well... might as well find something edible! An oil can and some batteries don't seem too bad honestly, so- Wait, someone's trying to talk to her!

"Eep!"

Nero jumps slightly as a Disassembly Drone approaches her, a textbox appearing in the corner of her visor detailing possible escape routes. She still wanted breakfast though... The Worker shakes off the thoughts and the textbox at the same time, replacing them with mental images of frozen trees and ice covered branches as she warily smiles.

"H-Hi?"

@gxc-sd-r

Nero frowns almost immediately as she looks at the ground a bit, arms wrapped around herself before slowly shaking her head.

"No... N-Not really... Uh... Who're you?"

"I'm Nero..."

Yeah, what made that obvious, the sheer terror rocking her form or her quivering voice!?

"I-I'm just'n IT Worker, not a freakin' killer! I thought this was fake! J-Just 'nother internet hoax t'scare drones, so I signed up... Now I'm gonna die b'fore I even get t'see dad again-"

She sounds like she's on the verge of tears...

Nero allows R's hand to rest on her shoulder, the gesture helping her fight back any tears while looking at the other drone.

"Hopefully... Surely someone's had to've backed out before, r-right?"

There's a small shred of hope peeking through the Worker's voice, her shaking starting to calm down.

You awaken to a soft sounding alarm going off next to your soft-as-a-cloud mattress, which was strange considering the circumstances regarding your 'acquisition' moments ago. Well, it felt like moments ago to you, but your internal systems say otherwise: Your sleep cycle had been running nonstop for hours, likely thanks to the puck-shaped device stuck to your core systems beforehand. Another thing to take note of is the other string of code suppressing the use of on-board weaponry and abilities, any nanite tails one may have being capped at the ends by a piece of unknown and lightweight metal.

The lights had automatically turned on at this point, giving the room a feeling of being in a small hotel. There were the normal amenities, such as the bathroom and shower-slash-bathtub combo within it, along with a television screen above the foot of the bed. There were paintings of poppy fields adorning the place as well, a metal door at the end that looked like it opened upwards. There was no button or knob visible near it. Any weaponry you usually keep on your person is nowhere in sight next to the alarm going off.

What do you do?

@cursed-spectre

@serial-designation-4

@rubydrake3

@khimerzherkiroleplay

@orbital-olivine

Nero stretches slightly as she wakes up, a few audible pops able to be heard before sitting up with a tired expression on her face, internal systems still catching up. At first, things seemed to be completely normal to her as the IT drone yawns and gets out of bed, shutting the alarm off as moves to gently scritch at the thing on her core.

Wait- There's a thing on her core. That wakes her up immediately as Nero looks around with hollowed eyes. That online rumor about an underground death game was true?! Her chassis began to shudder.

"U-Uh, hello? Is anyone there?! Think th-there's been a mistake!"

"Goooood morning, my wonderful Contestants and Beneficiaries, and welcome to Hunger Drones! I have detected motion within your rooms, which means the devices have finally ended your sleep cycle loop and you've woken up! I know that you might be somewhat disoriented and confused, but I assure you that everything is by design. As of now, you may explore your rooms and freshen up if you choose to do so, though if you don't want to and you're feeling hungry, breakfast is ready within the Cafetorium, where I will explain the rules more in-depth! All that I ask is that you save the combat and killer intent for the games themselves: There will be absolutely no violence against another Contestant or Beneficiary before the games start. It's unsportsmanlike and akin to cheating, and boy do I hate cheating, ahaha! Whenever you're ready to head out of your room, simply knock on the door three times and they will open for you. Other than that, enjoy yourselves a nice meal!~"

This is real! Oh robo-god this is real. Needless to say, Nero was not taking this lightly right now.

"Nonono, this's fake. It's g-gotta be fake! I can't kill drones, I-I-I can't ev'n fight a Keybug!"

Her breathing increases as it steadily becomes more and more frantic, text box after text box popping up onto her visor.

Chances of survival: 4.17% Level of combat skill: Low Conclusion: ;<

Nero squeezes her eyes tight and shakes her head. She needs to calm down and think. Think! Food. She needs to eat while thinking this over, something to calm her nerves while remembering what her dad's taught her. The IT Worker makes her way to the door, still clearly shaken up as she knocks on it three times, imagining herself in a frozen forest with closed eyes.

Within the Cafetorium, it seemed to be nothing more than a basic cafeteria converted from what could have been an employee break room. Along the far wall of the room, there were other drones either filling up their plates or just carrying their meals away bare handed, including: Fresh oil in complimentary cans, steamed and deactivated drone cores from varying models, batteries, and some... green rocks? The sign next to those seemed to indicate that they were for somebody else named 'Espoir' though...

Well... might as well find something edible! An oil can and some batteries don't seem too bad honestly, so- Wait, someone's trying to talk to her!

"Eep!"

Nero jumps slightly as a Disassembly Drone approaches her, a textbox appearing in the corner of her visor detailing possible escape routes. She still wanted breakfast though... The Worker shakes off the thoughts and the textbox at the same time, replacing them with mental images of frozen trees and ice covered branches as she warily smiles.

"H-Hi?"

@gxc-sd-r

Nero frowns almost immediately as she looks at the ground a bit, arms wrapped around herself before slowly shaking her head.

"No... N-Not really... Uh... Who're you?"

"I'm Nero..."

Yeah, what made that obvious, the sheer terror rocking her form or her quivering voice!?

"I-I'm just'n IT Worker, not a freakin' killer! I thought this was fake! J-Just 'nother internet hoax t'scare drones, so I signed up... Now I'm gonna die b'fore I even get t'see dad again-"

She sounds like she's on the verge of tears...