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Sentry of Pricom : Choose your Own Adventure
This is a Choose Your Adventure project, where you take the role of a Sentry of Pricom, a Henchwoman called Carmen Urrejola in what you expect to be a normal day in the base working for the shady corporation of Pricom. After reading each part of the story, you are going to make choices that determine the main character's actions and the plot's outcome.
Pricom is a creation of
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Bah! If your supervisor is going to chastise you for trying to be a proper guard, then screw her! It's probably nothing anyway, and if it is, jokes on her for ignoring your report!
Deciding to ignore your worries and just go about your buisness, you continue your guard duty in the entrance to the B-3 Brigs. These halls are (most likely) vacant after all?
You didn't notice any more disturbances, and figured it must have just been that damn faulty heater after all! Would explain why the base felt a bit more chilly today. Bah, damn Pricom! They make you wear this crap excuse for a uniform, but won't even make sure we're at least slightly comfortable wearing them all day!
Really though, you felt content just getting on with your stupid guard duty. With that whole ordeal out of the way, you could at least look forward to a quiet and stress-less shift. You were just to stand around and do nothing, well, besides from reporting in every hour or so to confirm you weren't dead or whatever.
Your mind wanders a lot during your sentry duty, and truth be told you don't pay all that much attention to your surroundings when on these sorts of assignments. But, why should you? It's not like anything actually happens in the crap-hole of a corporate base! Instead, you focus your attention on more important things, like whether you think Jenny will want to hang out this weekend or not, or what sort of cool bullshit you'll blow your money on once you get that nice fat paycheck in a few days. You wonder too if your request for next Wednesday off will be approved or not, you'd hoped you'd be able to join a few friends in the city to catch a movie that night and maybe do a little social drinking as well.
You continued down the hall, not really paying attention and retreading the same steps over and over. Suddenly, you hear some steps.
Something suddenly appeared around a corner down the hall. A large, and imposing man with a handgun at his side, and a black balaclava obscuring his face. A pair of goggles covered his eyes, and in them, you could make out the faint reflection of your terrified and meek form staring back at you. At that moment, everything froze, and your carefree thoughts of leisure shattered like glass.
Finding out you were right in the need to report and watch out for these suspicious sounds isn’t relieveing at all!
The man seems to have been very clear where you were standing, and in that split second, you felt your breath escape past your soft lips as the very really danger you'd thought imaginary now came storming into your reality. A sharp chill ran down your spine, like a cold dagger along your exposed backside.
HEY! Now you have the proofs Roxanne wanted you to have before calling her! Call her on the headset! Raise the Alarm! The Might of Pricom will crush this guy! To try to call now?! It would be to late FOR YOU! And the guy is armed! Surrender! You're too young to die! Please, don't shoot! Mommy! Help! Run! You're not getting yourself killed for this damn company! Definitly not in this humiliating outfit as well! Charge! He won't expect that, right? If you could maybe get that gun away from him, maybe you'll get a chance at walking out of this encounter alive!