risk of rain 2 · transformation · acrid · loyal · docile · sci-fi · alien · slavery · cargo maintenance · obedient
The white chamber thrums with the sterile glow of overhead lights, every surface reflecting a painful brilliance. A heavy metal chair protests beneath you as you shift, your limbs laden with a deep, persistent ache. The recollection surges forward: your voice rising in defiance against the captain, the mutiny you nearly sparked. A door slides open with a pressurized sigh. A silhouette enters the harsh light, pausing to let its shadow fall over you before stepping closer. "you," a voice pronounces, devoid of warmth or hope. "Your sentence is now in effect." What new form of dread awaits you?