The black portal's rippling liquid appearance was not for show. Passing through it felt like being plunged headfirst through the frigid deep. A wet, smothering cold enveloped those that had thrown themselves so willingly through the dark passage, blotting out the light and threatening to strangle the breath and life out of the would-be heroes. But then, at the moment where it seemed like these chosen children would drown in the dark waters, there was air. The chosen heroes emerged from the black ichor like a leaping fish, tossing droplets of black water through the air as the waves parted. The world on the other side of the portal seemed washed out and drained of colour and life. The surroundings were cast in an oppressive and bleak greyscale, as though the Chosen had just walked into the scene in an old, gritty film noir. The humans found themselves standing in a shallow pool of black water, rippling faintly and crackling with the same sound and frequency as the portal. The area around the pool was a dillapidated hospital room, with broken machines and soiled gurneys strewn about the flooded room. An overturned heart monitor rested atop a pile of broken and rusting wheelchairs, letting out a constant, droning beep as it flatlined. The ceiling of the room had been shorn off, as though something big and angry had swiped the roof clean off in a fit of rage. Through the opening the sky was visible, pale grey and roiling as though it was alive. One of the walls of the room was split open, the cleaved walls glitching and bleeding bits of fractal code. On the other end of the wall, a seemingly endless beach of dark grey sand rested ahead. Those that had been through a Labyrinth Event could feel a sense of deja vu. This was similar to one in many ways, yet there was so much that felt sick and wrong. The sand ahead lit up and flickered like static as a droning, electronic noise filled the air. "I smell the scent of out-out-outlandersss... the bless-ed sun k-k-kiss-ed creatures who do not know the pain of sh-sh-shadow." A snarling, artificial-sounding voice rumbled through the air, reverberating through the room. "Yooooou are here fffffor the hate-f-f-ful one, the bless-ed with-out bless-ing... You risk life a-and limb for a creature of noth-ing. She w-w-will nooooot save you from the rising tide, we shall w-w-wash your filth away from our new world, disgussssssting light crea-tures." Another, feminine and more natural voice spoke up in the distance, the same voice that had called out through the portal. "Oooooh my ɟnɔʞınƃ god will you SHUT THE ɟnɔʞ UP ALREADY YOU GODDAMN ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT-SHIT!?" The girl's shouting was interrupted by flare-ups of electronic distortion and stuttering repetition, as though she was a malfunctioning toy or a corrupted video file. "If I need to lısʇǝn ʇo ʎonɹ ƃoddɐɯn yammering for one more ɟnɔʞıuƃ second I'm going to ¡ƎIp puɐ uo pǝʞoɥɔ noʎ sʞɔᴉp ǝɥʇ llɐ ʎllɐɹǝʇᴉl dn ɥƃnoɔ noʎ lᴉʇun ʞɔǝu ssǝlɥʇɹoʍ ɹnoʎ ɯoɹɟ ǝɟᴉl ƃuᴉʞɔnɟ uɯɐppoƃ ǝɥʇ ǝʞoɥɔ" Sub-Event 2 • Into The Deep A cry for help has sounded on the other side of the portal! Dive into the unknown and help save—well, someone! @River Addams @Benny Guzman @Veronika Lopes @Salim @Roy Alistair There is no turn order, but be courteous to your fellow players and don't hog the spotlight! A turn order may be established if free-for-all no longer suits the event or the players. Rounds last three days.