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Starving. Starving. Starving. Starving. Starving. Starving.
Day: ?xx??x?x Time: Night - 84:73015436620 pm Location: Fraud - home
You're on the couch of your living room, doing your usual routine. Die. Drink. "Talk to your wife". Sit. TV. Drink. This was the life. Or at least it has been before. Although the others had abandoned this world once They came, it didn't seem so bad to you. You hardly go outside anyway, and things moved about the same as it always had. What's the point of pretending you exist anyway?
Theres a knock at your front door. How rude. Don't they know that they're puppets? Don't they know they're not real? Don't they know that you're not to be disturbed? Shouldn't they be more concerned with the storm than with you? So ungrateful. Shards of a whole to be turned to sand, you think. You should knock their fucking teeth in.
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Grave
The star inside the casing screamed. It had been screaming for four million, eight thousand, and twenty-three years.
It was the captured death of a star, frozen in the microsecond of its own violence, caged within a ribcage of black neutronium. It provided Grave with an energy output capable of destroying a tectonic plate with ease.
Current energy consumption: 0.00004%. Status: Idle.
Grave walked, though he did not feel the ground beneath him. His sensory logs registered pressure on the hydraulic pads of his feet and friction against the seals of his joints, but there was no sensation. He was a vessel of metal and physics, not biology.
The planetary crust groaned under the five-ton impacts of his stride. With every step, the servos in his legs whined, a pitch nearly undetectable against the howling wind, but registered clearly on his internal audioscape. A red icon flickered in his peripheral HUD: Gyroscopic variance detected, right knee actuator. Erosion detected, plating layer 4.
Grave adjusted his gait by 0.14 degrees to compensate. He did not slow down.
He was traversing the Glass Hemisphere. The horizon was a jagged nightmare of vitrified soil, the legacy of a supernova that had boiled the sky away eons ago. The ground here was not solid stone, but was a labyrinth of razor-sharp obsidian shards, some towering like cathedrals.
Motion detected.
The heavy cannon on his shoulder snapped into position. The movement took a mere 12 nanoseconds. The targeting reticle burned red, locking onto a silhouette amidst the jagged terrain.
The figure was massive. Twelve meters of ancient, pitted alloy. A single, glowing eye. It raised a weapon at him in perfect synchronization.
Target Analysis: Neutronium. Void signature matches internal database.
Grave held the aim. His processor ran the geometry of the terrain. Light angle: 42 degrees. Surface reflectivity: 98%.
The reticle shifted from red to neutral.
Grave lowered the cannon. The figure in the glass lowered its weapon. Grave stepped forward, his heavy foot crashing through the obsidian pane, shattering the enemy into a thousand glittering splinters.
He updated the sector map: Clear.
The path ahead curved. He was following the Spiral, a geometric trudge calculated to cover 98% of the planet's surface area. He had walked this line so many times that he was no longer walking on the surface, but in it. A trench, worn deep into the planet's rock by the repetition of his own weight, winding from pole to equator.
Ahead lay the Terminus Line. The black glass ended; the white drifts began.
The atmospheric sensors sampled the air. Nitrogen: 2%. Solid Carbon Dioxide: 85%. Particulate Ash: 13%.
The snow fell heavy and dry. It piled on his shoulder plates, sublimating instantly against the heat radiating from his reactor core.
Directive: Protect Life. Scan Results: Negative. Subroutine: Excavate.
Grave walked until the coordinates matched the next grid on the Spiral. He stopped. The locking pins in his legs fired into the bedrock, anchoring him against the storm.
He deployed the shovels.
There was a mountain of white silence in front of him. He would move it. He would sift every handful of ash for a microbe, a seed, or a bone.
Projected duration for grid excavation: Three hundred and forty-two years.
Grave began to dig.
Year 112 of the excavation. Grid 9-A.
The shovel claw lifted a ton of compacted gray ash.
Material Analysis: Carbon. Calcium. Phosphorous. Pattern Match: Inconclusive.
To verify the data, the core processor initiated a reference calibration. File Name: CORE_DIRECTIVE_ORIGIN.
The white noise of the blizzard vanished. The visual feed overlaid the current reality with data recorded four million years ago.
The sky in the file was a vibrant, toxic teal, streaked with the contrails of atmospheric transports. Grave stood in the grand plaza of the high city. The architecture was organic and vertical, spiraling towers of grown crystal that hummed with piezoelectric energy.
The Thruuns were gathered at his feet.
They were tall, gracile creatures, their limbs long and multi-jointed, encased in translucent, chitinous plating that shimmered like oil on water. They wore flowing robes of woven light-fiber. Their heads were elongated, devoid of mouths or noses, dominated instead by three vertical sensory slits that glowed with a soft, amber bioluminescence.
In the recording, the plaza was silent. There were no explosions. No enemy drop-pods.
Grave’s threat-assessment subroutines were cycling at maximum speed. Scan range: 500km. Aerial Hostiles: 0. Ground Hostiles: 0. Radiation: Normal.
Yet, the Thruuns were falling.
One by one, the amber light in their sensory slits dimmed. Their limbs seized. They collapsed onto the crystal pavement, their intricate robes pooling around them.
Grave swiveled his torso. His cannons tracked the skyline, searching for the source of the attack. He registered the impacts of their bodies hitting the ground, but he could not calculate the trajectory of the weapon.
Error. Attack Vector Unknown.
A Thruun dragged itself toward him. It was a High Magistrate, its chitin etched with gold circuitry. It clawed at Grave’s ankle plating with trembling, three-fingered hands.
The Magistrate’s sensory slits pulsed erratically, a sign of extreme distress. It emitted a series of resonant, harmonic tones, the language of the Thruuns.
"Ohm-va... Khet-sar... Iru."
Grave’s audio processor recorded the sound, but his tactical database had no response for it. It was not a command. It was a plea.
Grave scanned the Magistrate. Structural Integrity: 100%. Thermal Output: Dropping rapidly. External Damage: None.
There was no wound. There was no poison gas. There was simply a cessation of function.
Grave stood immobile. His directive required him to engage the threat. He could not engage what he could not perceive. He was a fortress built to stop a hurricane, standing helpless against a fog.
The Magistrate’s light flickered once, and went dark. The hand slid off Grave’s metal foot.
Life Sign: Null.
Grave continued to scan the teal sky, his targeting reticle sweeping back and forth, waiting for an enemy that would never reveal itself.
The file ended.
The teal sky snapped back to the blinding white of the storm. The crystal towers were gone, replaced by the endless drift of snow.
Grave looked at the shovel claw. Carbon. Calcium. Phosphorous.
He tilted the hydraulic wrist. The gray dust, the dust of Magistrates and crystal towers, spilled back into the trench.
Comparison Complete. Result: Negative.
He moved the arm three meters to the left. He dug again.
The excavation of Grid 9-A concluded.
Grave retracted the shovels. The trench, a gash in the world four kilometers deep. was already disappearing. The atmosphere of the Snow Hemisphere did not tolerate emptiness; the gale drove the white drifts into the hole, erasing three centuries of labor in the span of an hour. The surface smoothed over, flawless and blank.
Grid Status: Complete. Result: Negative. Next Grid: 9-B.
Grave turned his torso to the north. The servos whined. He took a step.
High above the storm, where the atmosphere thinned into the vacuum, the silence was absolute.
The planet hung in the black fabric of the system, a lone, broken marble. The divide was stark—the glittering obsidian of the Glass Hemisphere facing the deep dark, and the blinding white of the Snow Hemisphere shrouding the dead beneath.
There was only one mark on the entire sphere.
A geometric spiral was etched into the crust, winding tight from the poles to the equator. It was a physical scar of repetition, a groove worn into the bedrock by weight and time, deeper than canyons, older than the ice.
Along the outer rim of that spiral, a single point of light moved.
It was a microscopic spark against the curvature of the world. A containment leak of fusion energy, radiating heat into a void that could swallow suns. Around it, the solar system stretched out, vast and cold and devoid of signal.
The spark did not dim. It did not stop.
Down in the crushed rock, the star screamed. Grave took another step.
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The RDA Foundation Timeline
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The Pre-Collapse Era
Bleeding Red Ink
Since their founding in 1983, Robinson-Darrow & Associates Global Logistics, a mid-tier logistics and speculative tech firm, has been hanging on by a thread and is on the verge of total financial collapse. Their primary investment, a project developing experimental deep-earth resonance scanners for mineral prospecting, has yielded minimal profitable results. By 2004, the Board of Directors begins liquidating minor assets and preparing for bankruptcy proceedings. Morale is at an all-time low.
The Pivot
Subject Zer0
On November 14th, 2008, a last-ditch, high-sensitivity scan with a prototype scanner picks up a bizarre, powerful energy signature from a remote section of Kennemerland National Park in the Netherlands. A four-man security team, designated Pathfinder, is dispatched. They discover a dilapidated cabin, inside which a young man is conducting a ritual that has successfully opened a rift into another reality. A creature, designated VA-001, is emerging. Following protocol for an unknown hostile, the security team neutralizes VA-001 and detains the young man. The event is a revelation: interdimensional travel is possible.
A Foundation of Lies
The Board of Directors, realizing the monumental nature of the discovery, immediately classifies the incident. The young man is interrogated for 72 hours, yielding the fundamental principles of his ritualistic methods. After believing they have gathered all necessary info, he is terminated and his public existence is erased. The remains of VA-001 are autopsied, yielding approximately 250ml of a substance later designated VA-002 .
From 2009 to 2016, the company, now secretly reformed as the RDA Foundation, engages in a massive, illicit fundraising campaign. Launching multiple fraudulent cryptocurrency tokens and executing rugpull scams, creating shell companies to win, and then default on, government grants, and orchestrating pump-and-dump schemes on the stock market, they amass a vast, untraceable fortune. With this capital, they acquire stolen plans for a tunnel boring machine, improve upon them, and begin excavating their primary command center, The Mandible, 63 kilometers beneath the Swiss Alps.
Industrialization of the Occult
The Heart of the Mandible
In 2023, construction of the first Gateway was completed deep within the Mandible. This colossal machine industrializes the stolen rituals, replacing chanting with sonic resonators and hand-drawn sigils with laser-etched alloy plates. During its first activation test, it successfully opens a stable, though brief, threshold to a barren, primordial dimension. The proof-of-concept is a success. The RDA now has a reliable key to other worlds.
High gear
With a working Gateway, the RDA needs expendable explorers. In 2024, they launched the Aggregation Program. Agents begin visiting high-security prisons, recruiting death row inmates and lifers for a new role as Temporary Field Operatives (TFOs). Once recruited, TFOs are fitted with microdevices implanted at the base of the skull that can be remotely triggered by any personnel in command of the team from the command post. When triggered, the device will either send high voltage discharges directly to the brain, and cause almost immediate brain death, or it will detonate, completely obliterating the head and neck, resulting in assured and instant death. These disposable soldiers become the RDA's primary tool for interdimensional exploration and asset acquisition.
The first official mission sends a team of twelve TFOs into Dimension C-014, a seemingly placid world covered in flora that emits a low, melodic hum. Within minutes, all operatives begin experiencing acute auditory hallucinations, followed by paranoid psychosis. The last garbled transmission from the team leader is, "It’s the grass! The sound’s in the grass!" All twelve operatives are lost. The mission is a failure.
The Iron Forest
In 2026, a second expedition is sent to Dimension C-019, a world of metallic flora inhabited by massive, slow-moving, silicon-based creatures resembling armored beetles. Standard firearms proved completely ineffective against their hides. In a conflict with one of the more aggressive creatures, a desperate operative rigs a makeshift explosive using some of the VA-002 sample that they managed to steal during transfer. The resulting blast caused the creature’s form to emit a faint red glow from it’s orifices while shaking violently, then dissolve into black dust. After the altercation and once it was confirmed the Operative was unharmed, they were executed on the spot, having their implant detonated for having stolen Foundation property and research. This is the birth of Project Chimera, the C- classification for all previous and potentially unexplored dimensions, the VA- classification for entities and objects that prove to be of use to the Foundation, and the development of Katalysm Rounds. The Cost of Business
In 2031, the Board of Directors, having taken to giving themselves the title of Overseers, attempted to reverse cellular senescence using newly acquired esoteric principles. The procedure was attempted on all eight members. Initial results proved unstable, resulting in two fatalities and the radical transformation of a third member. The surviving five members achieved functional immortality. The transformed individual was contained and classified as a renewable biological resource, designated VA-098. Physically, the asset is a vaguely humanoid conglomeration of hyper-malleable flesh, fused bone-like structures, and vestigial sensory organs that erratically shift across its surface. Bio-feedback and neurological scans confirmed the asset retains a high degree of consciousness and sensory perception, further evidenced by a continuous, high-frequency vocalization.
Observations and standard testing has yielded the discovery that VA-098 produces 2 fluids: A substance that is chemically similar to VA-002, designated VA-002.1 and a compound metallic alloy like titanium. When solidified, the titanium-like alloy was found to be near-indestructible and resistant to extreme temperatures and other environmental conditions when fused with a small amount of tungsten, and less than half the weight. This compound was then designated VA-98.1, and integrated into the standard-issue combat armor, with the VA-002.1 strain used in refined Katalysm artillery.
Subsequent experimentation focused on optimizing resource generation. A direct correlation was discovered between heightened states of physical and psychological distress in VA-098 and accelerated production of both its unique VA-002.1 strain and VA-98.1. Consequently, the asset was permanently integrated into a custom-built life support and extraction apparatus. This machine continuously administers targeted chemical and electrical stimuli while exsanguinating the generated fluids through multiple arterial and subdermal catheters, ensuring a constant, high-yield supply for future RDA projects.
Expansion & Exploitation
The Perpetual Forge
In 2035, the RDA hits the jackpot. Dimension C-117 is a reality where the laws of thermodynamics operate differently, and time is subject to localized pockets of extreme dilation. By establishing a permanent facility, designated Site-1x, the RDA can manufacture incredibly complex alloys and computer components in a matter of hours that would take decades in baseline reality. Site-1x becomes the backbone of their technological superiority, supplying the advanced materials needed for the Gateways and their ever-expanding infrastructure. It is their first permanent, profitable, off-world asset.
The Silent Choir
In mid-2038, an expedition to Dimension C-121, a silent and windless world under a perpetual twilight, discovered vast groupings of inert, humanoid figures. These entities were composed of a strange, petrified material, theorized by RDA analysts to be a form of solidified sound. The figures were completely passive, offering no resistance or reaction. After a brief study confirmed they possessed no exploitable resources or viable contributions, they were deemed as NVAs. As the location was ideal for a new long-range communications relay, the figures were promptly cleared with heavy demolition equipment. Going forward after this interaction, the RDA has made it a routine procedure to immediately annihilate any lifeforms or objects that aren't immediately useful to the Foundation upon discovery.
The Eschaton Protocol
By 2043, the RDA Foundation had successfully explored over 250 dimensions, sterilized 174, and maintained 23 permanent industrial resource outposts. However, escalating geopolitical instability in baseline reality presented a significant logistical threat: the potential disruption of the recruitment pipeline for TFOs due to global conflict and societal collapse. While The Mandible's security was assured, a depletion of this critical human resource was deemed an unacceptable risk. To preempt this, the Foundation initiated the Eschaton Protocol: a large-scale operation to secure a long-term TFO reserve independent of surface-world events.
First, the Foundation leveraged its financial assets to acquire controlling interests in several global media outlets. A coordinated disinformation campaign was launched, disseminating fabricated reports of mass prison breaks worldwide. The official narrative, propagated by RDA-controlled sources, attributed these fictitious events to inmates fleeing potential military conscription. Under the cover of the ensuing public confusion, RDA tactical teams conducted synchronized raids on penal institutions globally. The primary targets were facilities housing death row inmates and individuals serving life sentences. Approximately 4.1 million individuals were extracted and transported to secure holding facilities across the Foundation’s off-world outposts.
The Eschaton Protocol also formalized contingency plans. Should the TFO population fall below mission-critical thresholds, a 'Repopulation' directive is to be enacted as a last resort. To mitigate future reliance on baseline recruitment, R&D resources were reallocated to accelerate research into cloning and bio-resurrection technologies. The ultimate goal is the development of a sustainable, endlessly renewable source of expendable field personnel.
You’re Not Supposed To Be Here
Pandemonium
In 2061, routine dimensional analysis identified an anomalous energy signature designated in an unexplored C-419. Initial probe data indicated a reality with seemingly infinite positive energy metrics yet lacking any discernible physical matter. Sensory logs returned data interpreted by human consciousness as overwhelming serenity and psycho-empathetic resonance. Against standard protocols for non-physical dimensions, the Overseers ordered a manned exploratory mission.
On May 16th, 2061, Gateway-1 activated, targeting C-419. Instead of establishing a stable connection, the Gateway became a threshold for a singular, retaliatory entity. The being was composed of coherent light and undocumented energy, and breached the Gateway chamber before containment fields could be established. Standard and Katalysm-based weaponry proved entirely ineffective. The entity exhibited localized control over spacetime and emitted a wide-band frequency that induced systemic failure in most of The Mandible’s electronic systems and acute psychological collapse in all personnel within a 500-meter radius. A facility-wide state of emergency was declared as it began a methodical advance toward The Mandible's central command.
The Untethered Schism
The unprecedented breach triggered a catastrophic failure in leadership. Trapped within the command center, the Overseers turned on one another. Communications logs show a rapid descent into recriminations and paranoia, with blame for the reckless C-419 expedition being violently disputed.
The conflict escalated into physical violence. Two Overseers were killed in a firefight after attempting to seize sole control of The Mandible’s remaining security systems. A third was vaporized by the entity while attempting to enact a desperate and unproven banishment ritual. The fourth was killed by the last surviving Overseer after attempting to reroute The Mandible’s primary reactor to self-destruct.
Seizing absolute authority, the sole remaining Overseer initiated a final, desperate countermeasure. Realizing the entity could not be destroyed by conventional means, they ordered all reserves of raw VA-002.1 to be vented into the sealed command sector. The reality-destabilizing properties of the substance successfully "grounded" the energy-based form of the entity, forcing it into a fluctuating but physically coherent state. The entity was subsequently contained and integrated directly into The Mandible’s primary power core, providing a near-infinite and self-sustaining energy supply, and designated VA-333. The total amount of harm in The Mandible was approximated at 5,680 confirmed deaths, 11,000 severely injured, 200 unaccounted for, and around $63,972,340 in damages. C-419 was then added to the blacklist, prohibiting any exploration or opening a Gateway to it again, making it one of 4 blacklisted dimensions thus far next to C-088, C-132, and C-225.
Among Us The chaos of the VA-333 incursion served as cover for a secondary, critical incident. The widespread power failures and structural damage caused by the entity resulted in a catastrophic malfunction of the life support and extraction apparatus containing VA-098.
Freed from the machine for the first time in three decades, VA-098 escaped its containment cell. Capitalizing on the facility-wide chaos, the VA-098 acquired a standard-issue security uniform and body armor, using its hyper-malleable physiology to approximate a humanoid form beneath the gear. Previous test and observation prior to its escape showed that it has began to redevelop rudimentary speech by mimicking personnel, meaning that it is likely posing as a human to avoid detection.
As of the last internal census, VA-098 remains at large within The Mandible, its current location and objectives unknown. It is presumed to be masquerading as a low-level staff member, effectively becoming a ghost within the facility.
Judgement Day
Apocalypso
In late 2070, most of the fallout from the war on the surface had cleared and the air was breathable again. Seeing as they now no longer needed to remain hidden, the RDA Foundation expanded topside, spreading their influence to the rest of their own reality. With the majority of the world’s governments completely diminished, they were widely unchallenged in their endeavor. Most survivors found were either recruited as staff, trained to be a TFO, or killed if they refused to comply or try to impede upon the Foundation in any way. By 2080, they were the dominant force on the planet, with facilities in every country and most of the population was either working for the Foundation, or imprisoned, being interrogated and tested upon.
The Rapture
During an experimental Gateway opening with newly invented thaumaturgical rituals on December 1st, 2083, a portal was opened to dimension C-1669. However, despite the high energy and activity readings, the entire space appeared to be completely devoid of all life, matter, and light. Upon trying to send a TFO squad into it, the moment they breached the threshold, each one was instantaneously erased, leaving only minor residual energy in their place. It wasn’t certain what had happened to them until a base in Nazareth reported a “massive spear-like object erupted from the earth, skewering some people that were falling from the sky” near them. The portal was promptly closed. About 7 hours after the incident, multiple colossal jet-black human hands rose from the earth across the world, and pointed toward a single point in the sky. The angle of the hands pointing from each hand in each country lead to an area in Dublin, Ireland’s airspace. Surveys of the area showed no signs of any activity, unnatural energy fluctuations, or otherworldly influences. Though, a nearby patrol station kept watch of it in case of any changes. The hands themselves were approximately 3 kilometers wide at the base and 8.3 kilometers in height, all being protected by an 80 meter radius of an unregistered type of energy, preventing any meaningful probing and experimenting, as well as being completely indestructible and cannot be disturbed in any way. Visual analysis has also proven fruitless, as the material of the hands is indeterminable. The hands have not moved or shown any signs of activity for 11 days and have remained entirely passive. After 12 days, however, a rift not caused by the RDA Foundation has appeared in the Dublin airspace where they were pointing to, about 500 kilometers in length. Once the rift opened, a torrent of what appeared to be human blood flooded out, completely flooding the entire country within a few hours, and spilling into the ocean. Along with the blood, the sound of horns emitted through the rift as well, audible to the entire planet and even by those who previously didn’t have the ability to hear. Simultaneously, every human on the planet ceased all movement, and everyone experienced their entire lives within the span of about 5 minutes, hearing, feeling, seeing everything they had ever done up to that moment.
After that time, 96% of the population had instantly died, with their brains, hearts, and lungs removed from their bodies with no clear exit point. 2% of the remaining population had remained just as they were beforehand, completely fine despite their hearts being no longer present and their bodies functioning as normal. The other 2% of the population was also fine, with all their organs intact, and no notable changes to their physiology; the Overseer was also unaffected. After the whole ordeal, the black hands disappeared back into the ground, Dublin was restored, and the rift closed. The Earth’s population was now around 1,250 people, and it is assumed that VA-98 has also been eradicated.
Ozymandias
One Door Closes…
One week after the Rapture, the Overseer deemed it necessary that in order to avoid any future conflicts, the RDA Foundation needed to establish a new main base of operations in another reality, one where God couldn’t find them. The Overseer ordered that all personnel focus their efforts to collecting as many assets and data as possible, and transporting them to one of their outposts in C-1444, a reality that was almost identical to their own. Once all assets were transferred over a 3 week period, the Overseer set the Mandible to overload its secondary power core– a reactor with enough energy to completely obliterate the planet, and heavily impact neighboring planets with the debris. There was nothing left of the Earth. …Another opens
In the new Mandible in C-1444, 52 kilometers under the ground of what would’ve normally been a park in Germany, the RDA Foundation settled into their new reality. However, 28 years in, they had discovered a trench just east of Iceland that was approximately 22 kilometers deep, with the bottom layer of the trench suddenly shifting to a density comparable to that of a swimming pool. After some surveying, it was discovered that a facility of similar fashion to the RDA Foundation had been built there, as well as some anomalous forms of life. With some research, the facility was found to belong to one “Urbanshade Foundation”, that was strangely similar to the RDA. Some time after uncovering this information though, there appeared to be a security breach, causing the site to go into a lockdown. The RDA Foundation figured that this was the opportune moment to perform a raid, using the chaos as cover. Mysterious Benefactor
About 2 days into the lockdown, the RDA Foundation has successfully acquired some data that the Urbanshade foundation was harboring, as well as new objects and entities. One of which was a serpentine-humanoid male. He was aggressive at first but upon realizing that the operatives were not with Urbanshade, he bargained to be taken out of their hands, and escape from the facility. Normally, the RDA would have killed him on sight, but seeing as he was fully sentient and potentially had valuable information, the deal was taken, and he was securely led out of the Urbanshade facility without incident. He has since revealed much about the organization that harbored him, and the Overseer has ordered his containment for further interrogation and experimentation, and designated as VA-1243. Since his recapture, he has become increasingly aggressive and uncooperative. After only a month into containment, the Overseer has approved VA-1243 for termination due his constant insubordination and hindrance.
Termination was unusually difficult, as the skin of VA-1243 was remarkably durable. Usual methods were ineffective, and was defaulted to attempts at total organ failure in order to guarantee death, and preservation of the outer layer of the body. After having been injected with a thaumaturgically modified agent, VA-1243 collapsed and died within 2 hours. Immediately after death, he was skinned, and the scales of his body were extracted for any potential use in the future, with the remains disposed of. However, due to the superior technology and resources the Foundation already had, the Overseer saw no practical use for the scales. Instead, they were made into a jacket and a pair of shoes for him, as he “thought they would look nice”.
The designation VA-1243 was scrapped as soon as it died, becoming an NVA and a placeholder for the next object or entity to take its place. Further surveillance and research of the Urbanshade Foundation is ongoing.
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They lowkey infected me
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