Welcome to Operative Assitance
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Study
Gain valuable insight by observing PreBreach, undisturbed environments without the constant threat and pressure of your imment failure
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Learn
For hints & clues, check the notes of those who came before you, those whos shoulders you stood on to be here, those whos excess limbs fed nutrient vat 64.
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FAIL
Operatives are expected to fail. This wll not be easy. However, the few who manage to learn the Breaches, make note of their locations and slowly progress towards success will be rewarded with further monitoring duties.
SAFE HOUSE
Once a refuge from the madness outside, the Safe House now stands hollow. Flickering emergency lights cast jittery shadows across scattered supplies, remnants of a last, desperate escape. Blood smears the walls—hasty warnings left unfinished. The air is thick with dust and the distant scent of gunpowder, mingling with something worse—something rotten. Beyond the walls, the city burns against the dark. The sounds of distant screams creep through the barricades. This place was meant to be a sanctuary.
OUTLOOK
Once a lone watchpost against the vast wilderness. Now it stands empty, abandoned to the storm that rages outside. Inside its occupant gone, their fate unknown. But something else lingers still
OLD MANSION
Old and forsaken, the Mansion has long been empty. But now slick, dark tendrils worm their way through its crumbling facade. In the gloom figures flicker half-seen and footsteps echo through the empty halls. The Breach has brought new guests
LABORATORY
They believed they could harness The Breach. The Lab stands testiment to their folly. The hum of failing machinery pulses through the musty air, punctuated by the erratic crackle of exposed wires spitting dying sparks. Twisted things twitch behind fogged containment glass as they wake
THEATRE
Grand velvet curtains now faded, sag like weary eyelids over what remains of the stage. The audience captive in stiff wooden bodies and unblinking eyes, lifeless yet still watching, are fixated on the stage and the lone performer who sings in the midst of The Breach.
HOSPITAL
What was once a place of healing, now festers like an open wound. Warnings, last prayers and desperate scribbles smeared across bloodstained tiles as the smell of rot lingers as if coming from the Hospital itself
CARNIVAL
No more it hums with the life it once knew. Rusted rides screech as gears grind out a death rattle. The carousel horses frozen in wide-eyed terror as broken, warped notes bleed into the distant melody. Mocking the once joyous calliope