Hypnagogia

Participants: 1 GM, 5 players

By

Description

You come around, dazed and confused, head pounding and pulse racing. You feel nauseous. Four others moan, sprawled alongside you like toppled bowling pins. An alarm screeches. Hazard lights flash. Smoke is filling the area and an electronics panel is on fire. Red lettering on the wall, informs you that you’re in Shaft R-12. Tool kits are scattered across the floor beside you.
A distorted voice crackles from a radio in the wall panel:

“Come in Team R-12. Have you reached the Life Support unit? Repeat, have you reached the life support unit? We’re detecting high levels of radiation. Take your anti radiation shots. Repeat take your anti-rad shots.”

With a crackle, the voice dies. Only the hiss of cables burning, breaks the silence. Guess the radio is out.
You have only a vague memory that you are here to fix something but no idea of where here is, or even who you are.
You feel like you are swimming in a state between sleep and consciousness.
You banged your head hard so it’s probably the nausea... probably.
An Itzacon Dredd scenario for a maintenance crew of 5

Played at