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THERE_ARE_FOXES_HERE - SHIVERS - 07-28-2025
You've been here two weeks.
It's Monday.
And it's too early to get up yet.
You've become very acquainted with the cracked blue paint on the ceiling of your new bedroom.
It has entirely splayed out at points, with several peels curling far enough outward to curl in on themselves.
You wonder what makes it do that.
You keep thinking a piece will crack off and fall onto your new bed as you sleep.
But, it hasn't happened yet.
You wonder what would possess someone to paint the room blue in a place this cold.
Maybe blue was somehow mandated.
Maybe someone wanted to paint the room, and blue was the only color they had available.
Maybe someone just really loved blue.
You'd heard that this site had been first built by some military or another.
But who the hell would even find something to guard, this far into the middle of nowhere?
There was something here now.
But they'd built it.
Or at least, moved it here.
Maybe this frozen hellscape had once not been frozen.
Maybe, somehow, this had been a naval outpost.
Or something.
Maybe they were just fools,
building this horrible place.
And maybe the people who decided to use it again -
the ones who painted your ceiling blue, whoever they were -
were also fools.
Maybe your employers are fools,
for taking this place and setting it up again.
Maybe you are,
for ever studying any of what landed you here in the first place.
Two weeks into the first job-
Two weeks into the first hands-on job in your field.
Two weeks into what should've been your career,
and you're cracking.
You read somewhere once
that without stimulation, the brain could end up hallucinating.
You can't stop thinking about that.
It's repeated so much in your head, now, that you swear the thought has its own voice.
You can't stop thinking about
You'd been so enthusiastic.
oh sure, im used to being alone
Fool.
my biggest problem will probably just be fighting boredom hahaha
-Dumbass
the pay is so good too itll be worth it = dipshit.
If you could do it all over again
If you were less incompetent
God, if only you could
If you could
Please
I know it's my fault but i dont wanttoSTAYanymore
please
could someone hear me
if i thought about it
hard enough ?
Interesting breakdown.
Not the worst, not the best.
Less bad than the last one, at least.
4/10 Short but sweet.
OK.
You should get out of bed.
'Let's get up, please,' you tell yourself in your head.
You say it again when no muscles move; without the 'please' this time.
You turn your head and look at the clock.
It's about that time, anyway.
You reach to stop the alarm clock before it goes off,
only to realize you hadn't turned it back on after your weekend.
You're not surprised.
You aren't sure you slept at all.
You haven't been sleeping well.
You drag yourself out of bed, not bothering to put on anything other than the pajamas you were already wearing.
With that,
you leave your bedroom and make your way into the work room.
You can tell by the thin horizontal window at the side of the room that it's still dark outside.
It won't be light again for another few hours.
You wish you'd gotten used to this already.
It still made you feel uneasy.
You take a moment and stare out into the dark grey expanse of snow.
You hated looking outside;
you'd already found out the hard way that the longer you stared outside, the more your brain would assure that you were about to see something there.
But, you felt compelled to look outside at least once per morning.
A little ritual of yours. A survey to make sure everything at least looks fine.
Just as every day: There's nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing much in general.
The usual couple of buildings that happened to be in view of the window, the usual scarce handful of lights and lightposts that dotted the area outside.
Nothing else.
With that out of the way, you let yourself have a quick stretch,
then step over to one of the several drawers in the corner, and pull it open.
You sift between the many binders inside, grab one,
and unzip it.
Your hand thumbs through the various plastic pages lined with discs,
searching.
You pull out a random one you're sure you haven't tried yet.
You make your way to the table in the corner,
and pop the CD into the little boom box.
▶ Diving Woman
Japanese Breakfast
Japanese Breakfast
As you let the music play, you finally turn on the PC at the center desk,
watching as its three monitors light up.
As you do, your schedule is the first thing to pop up.
8:00 AM: ANALYZE MARKS
Turning your eye and cursor to the other monitor,
you glance at the recent files;
the footage you took personally on Friday, and the many hours of security camera footage from the last two or three days.
No marks on any of it today.
Unsurprising.
You click the task box, adding a green check mark to the end.
The next task pops up automatically.
8:00 AM - 10:00AM: ANALYZE FOOTAGE
Why?
What footage was there to analyze, exactly?
The tiny bit that was intact from the last expedition?
There's nothing to see.
And you already gave your report, if you could even call it that.
Random camera footage from around the station, then?
For two hours?
There isn't enough cash in the world for that.
So, two free hours, then.
That's almost worse.
You can manage it, though.
You don't really feel in the mood for a movie right now;
you need something to help wake you up.
With a quick walk back to the drawers,
you open a different one and rifle through it,
trying to wait until one of the video game cases looked interesting.
Nothing in particular grabs your attention.
Instead, you pull out a random assortment of cases without looking at them,
and gently drop them onto the couch.
You close your eyes
and let your hand drift towards one.
RE: THERE_ARE_FOXES_HERE - Guest - 07-28-2025
Reach for:
SEVEN KNIVES
Horror-rpg. A pair of white eyes stares at you from the boxart, a silhouette behind the title, stabbing a dagger between the words.
Obscure, but with dedicated fans. The best way to describe it is... ominous.
RE: THERE_ARE_FOXES_HERE - palencorgi - 07-28-2025
(I forgot to sign in. that was me)
RE: THERE_ARE_FOXES_HERE - knux400 - 07-28-2025
Something frustrating, but not too frustrating. A good challenge that'll last a long time and be satisfying to complete.
Bonus points if it's an older title with the low-poly graphics and textures you can see the pixels in