Quest of ...

You are a military specialist whose goal is to find a very... very important “object” for the operation...

You found yourself traversing the labyrinthine tunnels of the underground city, climbing an ancient elevator that groaned as it ascended towards the treacherous surface. As you stepped into the desolate landscape, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The world above was truly savage, and these survivors were reportedly armed and dangerous.

Your mission was to finish cleansing the world of these mutant creatures, you would use a rocket to spread a modified virus into the upper atmosphere… that would kill off all the irradiated monsters so that your pure people could reclaim the earth! In your heart, you harbored doubts about the morality of this plan, but you knew if the leadership found out, it could mean ****…

As darkness swallowed the sky, you were left alone in your thoughts, grappling with the weight of your choices and the ramifications they would have on the fragile future of humanity. The destructive potential within you weighed heavily as you prepared to carry out the orders that would forever reshape the world.

How will your story proceed? Will you follow through with the mission, or will you defy the Enclave's orders? Will you attempt to negotiate with the survivors above, or will the battle become inevitable? The ball is in your court. Let us see how far these characters will go towards creating a new future for humanity, by murdering all those different than them.

Assembling with your heavily armed four-man team, you began the perilous journey across the barren wastelands. Your mission was to locate one of the few remaining missile silos, which housed a powerful rocket that would carry out your treacherous plan. The desolate landscape stretched out before you, a canvas of burnt earth and ruins that bore witness to the devastation humanity had wrought upon itself.

The journey was fraught with danger. Mutated creatures lurked in every shadow, prowling for unwary victims. Your team moved with grim determination, their every movement synchronized in the face of the dystopian wilderness. Each step took you further away from the relative safety of the Enclave, but closer to the keys that could unlock the future. But the wastelands are a very dangerous place, and once night your small camp is attacked by a monstrous lizard creature… Even though you are all heavily armed, the thing kills your whole team before you are able to at last kill it…

Now you are alone in the dangerous wastes, still you are not a man to give up and you make your way to the first silo only to discover that's it has been destroyed… This is not unexpected… you had figured it would take you a few tries to find a intact silo… You had not been expecting your whole team to die however, now alone you go on looking for the next place. With your heart heavy and your resolve unbroken, you pressed on, driven by the urgency of your mission.

The journey seemed endless, but each passing day brought you closer to your goal. Despite the loss of your team and the failure to locate a usable missile silo, the fire inside you burned brighter than ever. You were determined to see the mission through, even if it meant facing the unknown dangers of this desolate world alone. The constant danger and loss had hardened you in unexpected ways, and you found yourself honing new skills in survival and strategy. The future of humanity hinged on your success, and you were their one, last hope.

As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch across the wastes, you finally stumbled upon the next silo. The sight of the unassuming structure filled you with a mix of relief, apprehension, and dread. This was it—the moment of truth. With bated breath, you approached the steel door, your heart pounding in your chest as you contemplated the stakes that rested on your shoulders.

With a deep breath, you opened the door only to discover that there were raider inside using it as a safe house… You manage to kill them all, being careful not to set off any traps. You discover the rocket but it's missing a critical component… Back to square one. But there's something else here. It looks like there's a coded message on a terminal that gives a location of another missile silo.

You set out across the wastes… but you get ambushed and captured by slavers… Your descent into darkness deepened when you found yourself captured by vile slavers. Stripped of your clothing and dignity, you were subjected to unspeakable horrors that follow. As the filthy slavers beat and then brutal gang **** you, just for the fun of it as you whimper and beg them not to do it…

As the vile slavers took turns violating you, their rough hands roamed over your broken body, their filthy words echoing in your ears. But amidst the pain and humiliation, your resolve did not falter. You refused to let them break your spirit, silently vowing to survive and exact vengeance upon them.

Their vile acts left you physically wounded and emotionally scarred, but they couldn't claim your will to live. In the depths of your despair, you found a glimmer of hope in the coded message you had found in the silo. It gave you a sliver of purpose, a goal to cling to as the slavers continued their brutal ****.

Your captors became increasingly sadistic with each passing day, their vile acts becoming more depraved and violent. Despite the unbearable pain and degradation you endured, the spark of defiance within you never dimmed. You were determined to live, to survive, and to complete your mission. No matter the cost.

One day, as your captors celebrated their perceived victory, they grew careless. It was then that you struck, using your knowledge from the coded message to turn the tables on your captors. You fought back with a ferocity born from your pain and determination, easily overpowering your weakened enemies.

Naked and battered, you stood victorious over the defeated slavers, your resolve unbroken. You had survived their horrors and won, proving to yourself that you were stronger than they could ever be.

And as you dressed in the looted clothing of your fallen captors, you realized that although you had been brutalized and degraded... You still have not found a mission to use, you have a few other places marked in your map...

What will you do now?

Try to complete your mission...

Or retreat to the under city like a dog with his tail between his legs...