Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-1005186-20190513030044/@comment-36855838-20190513185516

I wake in a cave, dark and damp, my coat suddenly made of a much sturdier leather than before, my orange pants no longer cotton, but something else, likely a fire-retardant.

My cheap plastic helmet is now all too real, and as the visor blinks to life I gain a better view of my surroundings.

The image onscreen shows a pathway out of the room, and I quickly examine myself before standing.

I'm holding a golden sword, rather than one made of cheap plastic, it's also slightly bendy.

A small energy canon is mounted on the end of my right arm, an experimental shot blasts a hole in the solid rock two meters deep and two centineters wide.

As the stone melts and drips from the hole, the visor switches to infrared vision.

I switch it back to simple nightvision almost without thinking.

I try to replicate the feat, and as I reach out with my mind, soon find that I can extend the bat-like wings of the jet-boosted glider on my back.

I step out of the room and begin walking down the hallway, eager to try out the other techniques I must now have at my disposal.

I soon come to a brightly lit room, and I reflexively adjust the tint of the visor and take in my surroundings.

What I see baffles me, a woman stands in the center of a pool of water, or at least, a mushroom shaped like a woman.

Before I can even reach for the function, a respirator has clapped over my mouth with a loud whirr and a quiet click.

What I immediately recognize as a matango turns to face me.

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I wave my sword in the pattern I know, and sure enough, a blast of lightning erupts from the blade!

The masked man fired an intense bolt of lightning!

In a burst of sparks, several mushrooms rocketed out of her limbs, and she was uprooted, sailing across the cavern and landing in a far part of the hotspring.

''Matango was knocked out. . .''

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Thoroughly drained, I sat down for a mere two minutes, and quickly recovered all of my energy soaking in the pool.

Standing once more, I endeavored to aid the poor matango.

Sure enough, the 'shrooms had begun to grow from her skin once more.

I searched about for an exit, taking note of the high volume of pseudo-matango mushrooms growing throughout the cavern as I went.

At last, after several twists and turns and being coated in a thick film of matango spores from adjacent chambers, I arrived at a steep incline, which led straight to the mouth of this forsaken cave.

I slowly blasted handholds in the cliff face, sheathed my sword, and began the ascent.

After all, wasting fuel isn't the best idea.

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After a short climb, I reached the gaping mouth of the cave, and before me stretched a vast valley.

I was on top of a mountain, part of a mountain range.

The landscape below was scorched, and nearby was the spray of ocean waves.

A storm front was already sweeping in, and a quick check of my visor's scanning feature revealed a nearby city not far from the matango cave.

As I took to the sky, spores fluttered down in a trail behind me.

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