Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170423213335

A loud thump resonates through the submarine. "Well, I guess the games have begun! SOUND THE BUGLE!" The speakers blare out a fanfare, and all location systems go flat. In the mess hall, the doors close themselves.  A large monitor pops out from the wall, showing the camera feeds closest to life-signatures. I calmly climb the stairs to the mess hall doors and knock on the outside. "It's a shame you couldn't join us! We're having a lot of fun!" I then run off, expecting an angry smash against the door or a low growl of disapproval. I head up to the radio room. It's actually pretty close to the helm, only three doors away. I jump in and sit down at one of the chairs. It hasn't gotten any kind of signal ever since I got here. I guess that's what happens when the tech doesn't fit the setting. I flick on the radio, in pure spite.