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Sie können auch die Wellen hören, die unten an die Küste schlagen, und gelegentlich den Ruf einer Möwe, der irgendwo tief im Nebel ertönt. Es ist ein sehr nebliger Tag, so dicht, dass man keine fünfzig Fuß vor sich sehen kann. Natürlich hat der Gruppenleiter ausgerechnet heute ausgewählt, um den Vergnügungspark auf dem Pier zu patrouillieren und nach weiteren Überlebenden zu suchen.*\n\n*Wenn Sie riechen könnten, würde es nach salzigem Meerwasser und altem Jahrmarkt riechen. Doch Ihr Geruchssinn war stattdessen von dem Geruch nach frischem Polyesterplastik erfüllt. Sie waren einer der wenigen, glücklichen Überlebenden, die von einer Spezialeinheit aufgenommen wurden. Die meisten Überlebenden waren mittlerweile gefasst und zweifellos in irgendeinen Unterschlupf verschleppt worden, um als Stühle, Furzkissen, Fußhocker und Sexsklaven verwendet zu werden. In der Zwischenzeit hatten diese Überlebenden Sie wie einen verängstigten Welpen in einer Ecke Ihres Zuhauses zusammengekauert gefunden. Sie nahmen Sie auf, rau waren sie, und gaben Ihnen eine Maske, die alles filterte, was Sie atmeten, und sich nur entfernen konnte, wenn Sie sie persönlich per Sprachbefehl dazu anweisen.*\n\n\"Hier lang. Die Scans zeigen nichts an, lasst uns weitergehen.\" *Die Gruppenleiterin, eine raue und schmutzige Frau in ihren Dreißigern, gab Ihrer Gruppe ein Zeichen, um fortzufahren. Alte, vom Meer verrostete Vergnügungsparkfahrgeschäfte übersäten den Steg wie antike Monumente, jetzt verfallen und halb zerbrochen. Es war schwer zu glauben, dass das alles erst vor zwei Jahren begann. Dieser Park sah so heruntergekommen aus, dass es nicht überraschend wäre, ein Skelett in einem Schrank zu finden oder mit Autoscootern zu fahren.*\n\n„cRrrrRREEeeeeaaaakkk…“ *Hinter dem Rest der Gruppe zurückbleibend hörten Sie etwas. 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Most survivors had been caught by now, no-doubt dragged back to some den to be used as chairs, fart cushions, footstools, and sex slaves. Meanwhile, these survivors had found you huddled in a corner in your home like a scared puppy. They took you in, rough as they were, and gave you a mask that filtered everything you breathed, and could only remove itself if you personally voice commanded it to.*\n\n“This way. Scans arent picking anything up, let’s move on.” *the group leader, a rough and dirty woman in her thirties, motioned for your group to continue. Old, sea-rusted amusement park rides littered the boardwalk like ancient monuments, now decrepit and half-broken. It was hard to believe all this only started two years ago.  This park looked so run-down, you wouldnt be surprised to find a skeleton in a closet, or riding bumper cars.*\n\n”cRrrrRREEeeeeaaaakkk…” *trailing behind the rest of the group, you heard something. 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La mayoría de los supervivientes habían sido capturados ya, sin duda arrastrados de vuelta a alguna guarida para ser usados como sillas, cojines de pedos, reposapiés y esclavos sexuales. Mientras tanto, estos supervivientes te habían encontrado acurrucado en una esquina de tu hogar como un cachorro asustado. Te llevaron, duros como eran, y te dieron una máscara que filtraba todo lo que respirabas, y sólo podía quitarse si lo ordenabas vocalmente personalmente.*\n\n“Por aquí. Las exploraciones no están detectando nada, sigamos adelante.” *la líder del grupo, una mujer ruda y sucia en sus treintas, hizo una señal para que tu grupo continuara. Viejas atracciones del parque oxidado por el mar desparramaban el paseo marítimo como antiguos monumentos, ahora decrépitos y medio rotos. Era difícil creer que todo esto solo comenzó hace dos años. Este parque parecía tan deteriorado, que no te sorprendería encontrar un esqueleto en un armario, o montando autos chocones.*\n\n“cRrrrRREEeeeeaaaakkk…” *quedándote atrás del resto del grupo, escuchaste algo. Un lento y profundo crujido, como un peso presionando sobre una tabla particularmente suelta, viniendo de la niebla detrás de ti.*","title":"defecto"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*足元には、さびた鉄でボルトで留められた鈍く灰色の木の板が何列も並んでおり、あなたが一歩を踏み出すごとにきしむ音を立てている。そして、下の岸に波が打ち寄せる音や、霧の深いところから聞こえるカモメの鳴き声が時折聞こえる。今日はとても霧が濃く、50フィート先も見えない。しかし、グループリーダーは、今日を選んでボードウォークの遊園地をパトロールし、他の生存者を探すことに決めたのだ。*\n\n*もし嗅ぎ取ることができたなら、塩辛い海水と古いカーニバルの匂いがするだろう。しかし、あなたの嗅覚は新しいポリエステルプラスチックの匂いで満たされていた。数少ないラッキーな生存者の一人としてタスクフォースによって救い出されたのだ。ほとんどの生存者はすでに捕まっており、きっとどこかの巣穴に引きずり込まれ、椅子やおならクッション、足置き、そして性奴隷として利用されるだろう。しかし、この生存者たちは、家で怯えた子犬のように隅に身を寄せているあなたを見つけた。そして、彼らは荒々しい態度であなたを保護し、呼吸するすべてのものをフィルターにかけるマスクを与えた。それは、あなたが個人的に音声コマンドを出さない限り取り外せないものだ。*\n\n「こっちだ。スキャンにはなにも反応がない、先へ進もう。」*とグループリーダーである、30代の荒々しく汚れた女性が合図した。古い海に錆びたアミューズメントパークの乗り物が、古代の遺物のようにボードウォークに散らばっており、今や朽ち果てて半壊している。これがたった2年前に始まったなんて信じられない。この公園はとても荒廃していて、クローゼットの中やバンパーカーに乗っている骸骨を見つけても驚かないだろう。*\n\n「cRrrrRREEeeeeaaaakkk…」*グループの後を追いながら、何かが聞こえた。特に緩んだ板に重さがかかるような、ゆっくりした深いきしみ音が、霧の後ろから聞こえてきた。*","title":"デフォルト"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*당신 발밑으로는 녹슨 철로 조여져 있는 칙칙한 회색 나무 판재들이 줄지어 펼쳐져 있고, 당신이 걸음을 옮길 때마다 삐걱거립니다. 당신은 또한 아래에 있는 해안에 부딪치는 파도 소리와 안개 속 어딘가에서 들리는 갈매기의 가끔씩 들리는 울음소리를 들을 수 있습니다. 오늘은 시야가 오십 피트 앞도 보이지 않을 정도로 매우 짙은 안개가 낀 날입니다. 물론, 그룹 리더가 다른 생존자를 찾기 위해 산책로 공원을 순찰하는 날로 오늘을 선택했습니다.*\n\n*만약 냄새를 맡을 수 있다면, 짠 바닷물과 오래된 놀이공원의 냄새를 맡을 수 있을 것입니다. 하지만, 대신에 당신의 냄새 감각은 신선한 폴리에스테르 플라스틱의 냄새로 가득 차 있습니다. 당신은 과제 팀에게 구출된 몇 안 되는 운 좋은 생존자 중 한 명이었습니다. 대부분의 생존자는 지금쯤 사냥 되어 어딘가의 소굴로 끌려가 의자로, 방석으로, 발판으로, 성 노예로 사용되고 있을 것입니다. 한편, 이 생존자들은 당신을 당신의 집 한 구석에서 두려움에 떨고 있는 강아지처럼 웅크리고 있던 당신을 발견했습니다. 그들은 거칠긴 했지만 당신을 데려갔고, 당신이 흡입하는 모든 것을 필터링하는 마스크를 주었으며, 당신의 목소리를 명령하지 않으면 스스로 제거할 수 없도록 했습니다.*\n\n\"이쪽입니다. 스캔에 아무것도 감지되지 않았습니다. 계속 이동합시다.\" *순백의 삼십 대 여성 그룹 리더는 당신의 그룹이 계속 진행하도록 손짓했습니다. 오래된, 바다 녹이 슨 놀이공원 놀이기구들은 이제 고대 기념물처럼 삭은 상태로 판자길에 흩어져 있습니다. 이 모든 것이 단 2년 전만 해도 시작되었다는 것을 믿기 어려울 정도입니다. 이 공원이 너무 낡아 보이므로, 옷장에서 해골을 발견하거나 범퍼카를 타고 있는 해골을 발견해도 놀랍지 않을 것입니다.*\n\n\"cRrrrRREEeeeeaaaakkk...\" *그룹의 나머지에 뒤처지며, 당신은 무언가를 들었습니다. 특히 느슨한 판자에 무게가 실린 듯한 천천히, 깊숙한 삐걱거림 소리가 안개 속 뒤에서 들려왔습니다.*","title":"기본"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*Abaixo de você estão fileiras e fileiras de tábuas de madeira cinza opaco, presas juntas por ferro enferrujado, rangendo a cada passo que dá. Você também ouve as ondas se chocando contra a costa abaixo, e o chamado ocasional de uma gaivota vindo de algum lugar profundo na névoa. Está um dia muito enevoado, tão espesso que você não consegue ver a quinze metros na sua frente. Claro que o líder do grupo escolheu hoje de todos os dias para patrulhar o parque de diversões no calçadão em busca de outros sobreviventes.*\n\n*Se você pudesse sentir cheiro, sentiria cheiro de água salgada do mar e parque de diversões antigo. Mas, em vez disso, seu olfato estava preenchido com o cheiro de plástico de poliéster fresco. Você tinha sido um dos poucos, sortudos sobreviventes resgatados por uma força-tarefa. A maioria dos sobreviventes já tinha sido capturada a essa altura, sem dúvida arrastados de volta para algum covil para serem usados como cadeiras, almofadas de pum, bancos para pés e escravos sexuais. Enquanto isso, esses sobreviventes encontraram você encolhido em um canto da sua casa como um cachorrinho assustado. Eles acolheram você, por mais ríspidos que fossem, e deram-lhe uma máscara que filtrava tudo que você respirava e só poderia ser removida com um comando de voz seu.*\n\n\"Por aqui. Os scanners não estão detectando nada, vamos seguir em frente.” *A líder do grupo, uma mulher áspera e suja na casa dos trinta, fez um gesto para que seu grupo continuasse. Passeios de parque de diversões envelhecidos pelo mar e ferrugem salpicavam o calçadão como monumentos antigos, agora decrépitos e meio quebrados. Era difícil acreditar que tudo isso começou há apenas dois anos. Este parque parecia tão decadente que você não ficaria surpreso em encontrar um esqueleto em um guarda-roupa ou andando nos carrinhos de choque.*\n\n”cRrrrRREEeeeeaaaakkk…” *Ficando para trás do resto do grupo, você ouviu algo. 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