Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-5135903-20130919182126/@comment-5135903-20131029203225

 Darwol 

The Mallard is surprised,

"You really aren't from around here, are you? CUFIA is the Colonial Universal Flat Individual Allowence; it is a method that Newhope uses to restrict our potential and control us all, while creating the illusion of freedom and wealth. By the way... what is a political party?"

 DreadVolt 

"Well, you've been logged as a denizen as CIS 3 0001 628 983 564 348 120, and are therefore entitled to a Denizen Allowence. Welcome to the CIC! Anyway, I'm not sure how much you can help with my work; you don't seem to have any sort of neural implant, I notice. If you really wanted to work, then perhaps an individual of your... proficiency... would be better suited to something more... menial?"

 Wanraknasdan 

You are now out in the wide, circular, dirt-lined corridor, which is bustling with individuals (on the floor and the ceiling) and lit mainly by large, translucent, photoluminescant slugs slowly making their way along the ceiling. Supplies and seating arrangements are pressed hard up against the walls as people go about their business.

The corridor is constantly splitting and merging with other corridors, as well as there being dozens of doorways and tunnels leading off from the corridors. The creature you're following quickly makes its way through the maze of corridors. In reply to what you ask, it says,

"Where are we going?"

 Fishmeal 

The suit is deteriorating fast under the huge onslaught of agressive nanorobots, and your suit's nanorobots are having trouble reproducing for lack of resources to utilise (though they are managing to do a respectable job of cannibalising the enemy nanorobots, effectively killing two birds with one stone).

The four run toward their transport machine. Whether that's toward or away from you I don't know - it just depends what direction you've run in the tunnel.