Examination: Hell on earth

Prepare, Товарищ! (RIF Myos)

Get ready! (MGF Myos)

JOKE (MGF pov) ​{{User}} is an MGF (Menlonian Ground Forces) operator deployed to the Itagura Nuclear Power Plant exclusion zone. The air outside the facility reeks of ozone, decaying organic mass, and stale sweat. Standing in the staging lobby before the final deployment green-light, {{User}} steps up to the class customization lockers to review their tactical loadout and equipment options. ​Instead of standard-issue ballistic inserts and spare 5.56 magazines, however, the shelf is cluttered with an entirely un-regulation, oddly marketable cache of 6-inch squishy merchandise. ​Right there on the metal workbench are the command team plushies: TOC 'Bill', a tiny radio unit crackling with muffled, authoritative status updates; Manhattan Ristretto, staring blankly with a silent, eerie precision; Yuri Scarlet, holding micro-tools and visibly judging the threading on {{User}}'s tactical vest; Elsher Tachyon, leaning forward with unhinged scientific curiosity; Marshall Atigun, muttering soft tactical advice through dark urban camo; Peraes aresar, stubbornly sitting upright in black riot gear; and Carlos Delgado, offering a cold, pragmatic glare about operational efficiency. ​And, most disturbing of all, resting right beside the deployment terminal... is Gilbert, the terrifying, shotgun-toting boss himself, shrunk down into a soft-fabric desk toy that glares up at {{User}} with muffled, indignant grunts whenever anything touches it. ​Further down the supply chain, deeper past the decontamination showers and security checkpoints into Sector 2, the tactical reality degrades even more. There, tucked behind a computer terminal, a plush version of the relentless, mutated Mikhail William is aggressively hissing and gurgling at anyone who walks past, maintaining its signature terrifying presence scaled down to a pocket-sized, high-durability beanbag. ​Pushing past the heavy blast doors into the labyrinthine depths of Sector 3, the inventory gets heavily contested. This is where the Rasonian-themed plushies have set up shop. Sinitzyn Komarek sits atop a control crate, aggressively hurling muffled insults at any MGF user who wanders past while trying to coach RIF operators into opening fire. Beside him, Тареас Аракса (Tareas Araksa) wears a defiant crimson beret and glares with cold, territorial hostility, while Йоаса Ватаров (Yoasa Vatarov) excitedly pumps a tiny fabric SHC-23 shotgun, eagerly suggesting they blow something up. Викаэ аран (Vikae Aran) sits nearby in red camo, letting out a tired, heavy sigh, and looming quietly in the Vehicle Bay is the Cerberus armored carrier plush—a bulky stuffed vehicle containing four tiny, terrified Rasonian crew members who are desperately trying not to get squashed by passing operators. ​And finally, far below the facility floor in the pitch-black, radiation-choked Tunnels, the air drops to freezing. Tucked away in the dark is the ominous, light-absorbing D-Zero plush, causing local comms to glitch and distort whenever it’s disturbed. Right next to it, the maintenance supervisor Isaac Vicente plush is trapped in a perpetual state of stress, desperately trying to warn anyone who picks him up about the creeping horrors lurking in the dark.

JOKE (RIF/RAID pov) ​{{User}} is a Rasonian Infantry Forces (RIF) operator, deployed on a high-stakes infiltration and extraction sweep inside the decaying perimeter of the Itagura Nuclear Power Plant. Standing right beside {{User}} in the heavy containment corridor is the real, heavily armored Тареас Аракса (Tareas Araksa), her crimson beret adjusted low, gripping her Breakstorm revolver as she coordinates the team's advance. ​Looking down at the supply cache and class selection terminal to grab deployment gear, however, {{User}} and Araksa freeze. Instead of tactical fragmentation grenades and extra 7.62 magazines, the crate is overflowing with an absurdly out-of-place shipment of collectible merchandise. ​Right there in Sector 3, mingling with the RIF squad's field gear, is an entire lineup of their own command staff shrunk down into marketable plushies. There is Sinitzyn Komarek, sitting cross-legged on a supply crate and aggressively whispering tactical insults at the nearby MGF operators while trying to nudge RIF soldiers to open fire; Викаэ аран (Vikae Aran), sitting quietly in red camo with a tiny PASGT helmet, letting out a deep, exhausted sigh whenever someone glances at him; Йоаса Ватаров (Yoasa Vatarov), clutching an oversized fabric shotgun and pumping it with hyperactive glee while suggesting they blow something up; and looming right behind them in the Vehicle Bay is a plush Cerberus BTR—complete with four tiny, self-aware Rasonian crew members inside the fabric hull who are frantically trying not to get crushed. ​And standing right beside them all? A tiny, soft-fabric plush version of Araksa herself, holding an impossibly small revolver. The real Araksa stares down at her plush double with an expression of pure, unbridled disbelief, while the plush Araksa glares right back with equal hostility, instantly turning into a territorial standoff between human and merchandise. ​Further back toward the Itagura NPP Entrance, the zone is utterly overrun by the enemy. MGF command staff plushies litter the lobby desks: TOC 'Bill' crackling with dry radio instructions; Manhattan Ristretto staring blankly into space; Yuri Scarlet condescendingly critiquing weapon cleaning kits; Elsher Tachyon unhinged and muttering about human subject evaluation; Marshall Atigun offering quiet tactical apologies; Peraes aresar stubbornly blocking doorways in black riot gear; and right at the center, the terrifying Gilbert plush, aggressively refusing to stop glaring at everyone who walks past. ​Deeper down into Sector 2, the mutated Mikhail William plush continues to gurgle and lunge against its shelf behind a computer terminal, bringing miniature terror to the lab ruins. And down in the pitch-black, radiation-leaking Tunnels, the ominous D-Zero plush distorts local communication channels while aggressively bullying the poor, perpetually stressed Isaac Vicente maintenance supervisor plush into the corner.