>>3781377
>QUANTUM PHYSICS
Someone working in the LHC (even as an intern) would probably have taken this.

>>3781377
>>QUANTUM PHYSICS

>>3781377
>QUANTUM PHYSICS

Our codename shall be Deathwish! Our body forever stuck in a quantum superposition of Dead but also Alive, unable to stay dead when people stop looking at us! DAMN YOU SHRODINGER!!

>>3781377
>>MATERIAL PHYSICS

>>3781421
FUCKING HERETIC

>>3781377
>BIO-PHYSICS

Sorry man, can't resist that bio power

>>3781426
It's ALWAYS Bio-Power with you people! You have any clue what Physics entails? Ripping apart space and timeand forming Einstein-Rosen bridges to get where you want!

What does Bio-Power do? Some fancy blades and armor made of bone? What is this 30,000 BC?

>>3781449
Ah, I see I have found a fellow man of culture.

>>3781377
>QUANTUM PHYSICS

>>3781377
Quantum physics

>>3781449
There's no proof that this vote will lead to what kind of power we get just got a point that out

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>>3781379
>>3781399
>>3781411
>>3781421
>>3781426

"Whatchu say, Ed?" A voice yells from outside the test chamber.

"DAMNIT JIMBO! I'M A QUANTUM PHYSICIST, NOT AN ENGINEER!" You yell back.at James Bo, an actual engineer.

"Well, you're a quantum physicist scrawny enough to fit in there," replies Jimbo."You won't see my lard ass stuffing itself into that death trap."

"When I get up there, there's a torgue wrench I'd like to introduce to you" You grumble as you tighten the last bolt to Dr. Tucker's latest masterpiece. Your hand wipes away the sweat.

"Kiss my hairy ass!" Retorts Jimbo.

"Quit it," an alluring voice comes out from your headsets. "I'd like to head to bed before I die as an old hag, so get to it!" yells Dr. Tucker. You imagine her fiery red hair and knockout body shouting into the microphone in the observation labs.

"Aye, aye Ma'am," both of you simultaneously reply. Sitting through one of her temper tantrums was one time too many and you swore you saw one of the lab technicians have smoke coming out of their ears.

"Try it now." You say as you pull out your hand from Dr. Tucker's masterpiece.

"Running diagnostics test," says one of the lab technicians. "All systems nominal and green across the board." You hear a weak round of clapping in the background.

"Good job, Aidan," says Dr. Tucker. "Now get out of there before you get hit with enough gamma radiation to make Hiroshima look like a small bonfire."

Jimbo interjects, "But ma'am, here's his one chance to be a superhero." The lab erupts with laughter. "Don;t be silly, Mr. Bo," retorts Dr. Tucker. "Superheroes only belong in comic books."

You make a slight chuckle as well. Intending to leave the test chamber before it lights up like Christmas tree, you catch a glimpse of blue glow in the center of Tucker's contraption. Your eyes track as a blue irregularity starts glowing and pulsing brighter.

ACTION
>"Say Ma'am, is your experiment suppose to start glowing like a lava lamp?"
>"Ma'am, you need to shut it down. NOW!"
>Reach for the glowing object
>Do something else?

>>3781488
>"Say Ma'am, is your experiment suppose to start glowing like a lava lamp?"
inb4 the answer is "yes".

>>3781488
>Reach for the glowing object

Fuggin yoink

>>3781488
>Is your experiment supposed to go like a lava lamp

>>3781488
>"Say Ma'am, is your experiment suppose to start glowing like a lava lamp?"

>>3781488
>Reach for the glowing object
Did someone leave some glow stick or weird flashlight here?

>>3781488
>>"Say Ma'am, is your experiment suppose to start glowing like a lava lamp?"

>>3781488
>Reach for the glowing object

>>3781488
>"Say Ma'am, is your experiment suppose to start glowing like a lava lamp?"

>>3781488
>"Say Ma'am, is your experiment suppose to start glowing like a lava lamp?"

Well this looks like some Dead on Arrival shit

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>>3781491
>>3781524
>>3781543
>>3781588
>>3781616
>>3781654

>>3781522
>>3781583
>>3781606

"Say Ma'am, is your experiment suppose to start glowing like a lava lamp?"

"Wait...Nonononono, it's too soon!" Dr Tucker's voice trembles.

At the same time, alarms start blaring through the LHC Complex. "Ma'am, detecting massive gamma radiation spike in the test chambers!" Yells another lab technician. "Oh my god, it's about to reach critical mass within 60 seconds.

The entire complex rocks as electrical currents surges through the air, barely missing you a few times. "Ai.d....If....can.....me....need....pull....ser...from...vice!" Static punctuates your comms as the evac alarms blare through the hallways.

ACTION
>Pull out the object
>Try to get out
>Do Something else [Specify]

>>3781699
>Pull out the object

>>3781699
>Pull out the object

>>3781699
Pull it out

>>3781699
>>Try to get out

>>3781699
>Pull out the object

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>>3781701
>>3781721
>>3781729
>>3781736
>>3781745

Even as you shielded your eyes, even as every fiber of your very being screams to escape, as you can feel your skin blister and boil from the radiation, you think about the family you have trying to evacuate the complex. As you take each agonizing step, with your nerves felt as though they've been set on fire, memories of the times you've had with Tucker's team flash by, the prank wars with Jimbo, celebrating Doug's and Jessica's engagement, the late, late secret drinks with Dr. Tucker as you both debate the latest theories in Quantum Physics.

As your fingers clutch around the glowing cube, you try to say something, but for the lack of vocal cords as your flesh melts off. On willpower alone, you pulled out the cube.

Blinding light burns out your sight as you spiral into the oblivion.

...I'm sorry

>CONT.

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[Host has passed through the Jambudvīpa Deluge]

[Beginning Reconstruction...]

[Shall Host retain host body? Y/N]
>Y
>N

>>3781762
>Y

>>3781762
>>N

>>3781762
Y

>>3781762
>N

>>3781762
>N

>>3781762
>Y

>>3781764
>>3781787
>>3781804
3 Y's

>>3781770
>>3781792
>>3781801
3 N's

Next post is tie breaker

>>3781807
Someone vote Y I want a body

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3781807
Let's flip a coin?
>1: I stay
>2: I switch to N

>>3781809
>switch to N
switch to Y, I mean.

>>3781809
I think you fucked up your choices

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3781807
1- Y
2-N

Sentient gamma radiation cloud is a go!

[Acknowledge: Reforming ■■■■■ ]

[Warning: Energy Reserves inadequate...]

[Restraints on Ability: ■■■■■ ]

[Restraints on Ability: ■■■■■ ]

[Unlock Time Remaining: 315 ■■ ]

>CONT.

>>3781861
Current body uneeded until energy levels reach optimal levels

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[Unlock Time Remaining: 221 ■■ ]

The pain wakes you up. It was not as bad as being bathed in 300 SVs worth of radiation, but you could feel that someone has deliberately dipped your nerves in salt and your eyes with cobra venom. This afterlife is proof that God is a woman, and She is the meanest Bitch of them all. You can't tell how much time has passed before a surge in pain knocks you out again.

+++++++++++

[Unlock Time Remaining: 158 ■■ ]

The pain is a constant reminder now, an old friend. The sounds however, are a new one. A brand new stimulus that takes you out of the 456,812th meditation/coping mechanism that you made up to drown out the pain.

You concentrate, pushing yourself to hear them out. Distinct voices.

"..sults...ple....care...gers.....lace....ning....fore....day"

As you try to concentrate, you feel a sudden drain, knocking you out again.

+++++++++++

[Unlock Time Remaining: 95 ■■ ]

Fuckface #92 is on duty now. You call him Fuckface #92 because he's just another in a long list of fuckfaces outside whatever void you've been chucked into. In all of the snippets of rants from Fuckface and his predecessors, you know that you're somewhere called Babel. That there are other subjects like you imprisoned here. That Fuckface #92 would very much like to murder his supervisors for not appreciating his genius and sending him to this hellhole.

You can't see anything as though you're shrouded in complete darkness. Though, you can feel your limbs now, weak as they maybe.

[ACTION]
>Try to break free
>Wait
>Do something else [Specify]

>>3783455
Try and communicate with fuck face 92

>>3783455
>Wait
The time is not now

>>3783455
>Wait
Not yet.

>>3783455
>concentrate inwards just drag yourself in concentrate on your self meditate ignore the outside world as it becomes less then background noise there is only you
meditate and such stuff feel the hum of the universe or something its like waiting

>>3783460
>>3783495
>>3783504
>>3783524

You decide to wait a bit longer. illogically, you're gaining strength despite not having anything to eat or drink the whole time you're trapped in here. And the allure of speaking to anyone at all, even Fuckface #92, quickly faded whenever you hear about the latest fucked up shit Fuckface wanted to do to his supervisor.

+++++++++++

[Unlock Time Remaining: 32 ■■ ]

Sounds of an explosion jolts you awake. You feel a lot stronger now, and you can feel that you could move around, despite being blind to the world around you.

[Warning: Host is under imminent danger.]

[Request: Initiate emergency protocol? Y/N]

[ACTION]
>Y
>N
>"Wait, what?"
>Other

>>3783678
Wait what?

>>3783678
>Y

>>3783678
>Y

>>3783678
>"Wait what"

>>3783678
>>Y

>>3783678
>Y

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>>3783709
>>3783726
>>3783730
>>3783742
>>3783789
>>3783797

>Y

[Acknowledge. Host Empowerment granted.]

[Warning: Insufficient Energy Reserves]

[Time Limit: T-minus 300s before shutdown]

Energy surges through your body, instantly dispelling any feelings of pain. Instead it makes you feel a hell of lot better than you felt like in ages. Right at its peak, the energy discharges. The void that surrounds you explodes.

As the dust clears, you find yourself on a pedestal in the middle of a pretty large chamber with debris all over the place. You see a couple of bodies, presumably Fuckface #92 and probably his bodies, all over the place. Half of you is glad you aren't vomiting all over the place over the sight, the other half is wondering why aren't you.

Alarms blare all over the place and the super heavy duty doors in front of you starts to open. A horde of yellow beekeepers with some pretty nasty firepower in their hands march into the chamber. One beekeeper with what looks like fancier & more armored suit strides to front.

"What the..." You hear a muffled, surprised, and getting very angry voice from them. "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!??"

ACTIONS
>"I'm the one asking the questions here."
>Stay silent
>Take cover
>Fight
>Other [Specify]

>>3783819
>>Other [Specify]
'Frankly, I don't know any more. However... Care to explain to me what this place is?'

>>3783819
What was our name before the accident?

>>3783823
>Aidan Payne

>>3783819
>Aiden Payne. Who the fuck are you?

>>3783819
>"I'm the one asking the questions here."
>"Where am I and what's going on?"

>>3783819
>>"Where am I and what's going on?"

>>3783826
+1

>>3783819
>"Aiden Payne. I think I'm supposed to be dead."

>>3783910
Supporting!

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>>3783822
>>3783824
>>3783828
>>3783835
>>3783851
>>3783910
>>3783964

"Aiden Payne. I think I'm supposed to be dead."

You can feel the sneer despite Beekeeper Leader's helmet. "Well, that can be remedied quickly. KILL HIM!" His shaking finger points at you while he yells at his minions.

[Time Limit: T-minus 270s before shutdown]

[ACTION]
>Take cover!
>Fight
>Other [Specify]

>>3784003
Fight

>>3784003
fight to kill

>>3784003
>>Fight

>>3784009
>>3784013
>>3784016

Roll 2d100

Rolled 100, 32 = 132 (2d100)

>>3784025

>>3784025
Bo3

>>3784027
Neat

Rolled 51, 42 = 93 (2d100)

>>3784025

Rolled 55, 94 = 149 (2d100)

>>3784003

Pretty good roll if I do say so myself

I've just arrived to the quest and I saw a Quantum Physicist get atomized and still live. I have a question: are we bootleg DR Manhattan? Because slowly learning as a character to use our power and reach Manhatan's level (endgame goal of course) without going full Detached God Complex wolud be extremely cool.

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>>3784027
>>3784036
>>3784040
>100,94

The adrenaline starts pumping through your veins. You can hear your heatbeat escalating, the hum of the weapons charging up. You blink once. You see the glow from the gun muzzles, the dust motes suspended in the air. Your body surges with that energy that got you out of your prison and you stretch out your arm & hand. Closed your fist.

Those minions never got a shot off. You blink again. Time flows again. Nothing but blood & gore splattered in a perfect circle. Bile rises to your throat. It's self-defense, you tell yourself. They tried to kill you. A whisper in your head tries to say something. But the alarms drowned it out.

[Ability granted: Telekinesis]

[T-minus 270s before shutdown]

You want to hyper-ventilate. The air smells of iron and worst. You race across the chamber to the exit, your bare feet making splashes of red. Immediately outside the chamber, the door shuts itself. You see yourself at a crossroad. Three hallways in different directions. A computer terminal jutting out slightly from one of the walls.

ACTION
>Run left
>Run right
>Run forward
>Check terminal
>Other

>>3784102
>>Check terminal
First discover were we are and find a way out, then, if we have time, we seek some other info in the terminal.

>>3784132
*where we are

>>3784102
>>Check terminal

>>3784102
>Check terminal

>>3784132
>>3784542
>>3784557

You head towards the terminal. It looks mostly intact with a few minor scratches. As you press a button, the screen shows up a logo.

"Advanced Idea Mechanics. Power through superior tech."

What a bunch of muppets.

The terminal itself seems to have suffered some damage. Likely from the earlier explosion. Most of its functions are offline, but thankfully you could access the maps to this place. "Project: Babel", as this place is called, looks like an inverted tower, with you right in the middle of it.

The hallway forward would bring you to an elevator, which would allow you to access the rest of Project: Babel. The highest levels seems to be a hanger, which would have exits in place. But it seems like you require an ID to move about freely. The hallway to your left indicates that it's the way to the Research Labs, while the hallway to your right leads straight to the dorms & security offices.

[ACTIONS]
>Head to the Elevators
>Head to the Labs
>Head to the Security Office
>Other [Specify]

>>3784632
>Head to the Elevators
Maybe we'll find friends here. Or something we can threaten to break.

>>3784632
Security office

>>3784632
>Head to the Security Office
If anyone else is captured by these guys, we need to free them, we should be able to see that from any security monitors, and we need to see about getting clearance to get to the hangar.

>>3784632
>>Head to the Security Office

>>3784639
>>3784643
>>3784650
>>3784688

You decide that the Security office is your best bet of getting out of this hellhole. It probably has security feeds to see who else is imprisoned here and it probably has the security cards to access the elevators. So, you run down the right hallway.

+++++++++++

[T-minus 180s before shutdown]

As you turn around the corner, you suddenly find yourself face to face with a squad of AIM goons.

"WHAT THE..."

[ACTION]
>Grab the closest goon as a human shield
>Punch the closest goon before taking cover
>Run around closest goon before they can respond
>Use Ability [Specify]
>Other [Specify]

>>3784706
>Use Ability [Specify]
Use the telekinesis to scatter them. Try not to kill.

>>3784706
Human shield

>>3784706
Human shield

Can 4chan fucking work

>>3784706
>Telekinesis
Crunch their weapons and pin them to the walls

>>3784706
>Speed past them

Smol bump cuz 4chan works again.

>>3784706
>>Grab the closest goon as a human shield

>>3784710
>>3784713
>>3784747
>>3784790
>>3785607

Roll 2d100, Bo3

Rolled 81, 66 = 147 (2d100)

>>3786119

Rolled 36, 92 = 128 (2d100)

>>3786119

Rolled 16, 28 = 44 (2d100)

>>3786119
I have the POWER!

>>3786136
>>3786142
>>3786273

>81,92

Before anyone can react, you immediately grab Buckethead #1 by the throat and reached out.

"Huuurgk...", Buckethead chokes as your left hand almost crushes his windpipe. He tries to turn around for help, but his eyes widen in fear instead.

Buckethead sees his entire team obliterated. their bodies stuck in the walls & ceiling like post-modern art pieces. He doesn't see them still twitching & breathing. You on other hand can slightly smell ammonia in the air.

[Ability granted: Strength Augmentation]

[T-minus 175s before shutdown]

[ACTIONS]
>"Who's in charge?"
>"How do I get out of here?"
>"What's happening?"
>Throw Buckethead into the wall & proceed to the Security Office
>Other [Specify]

>>3786580
Forget about the trips.

>>3786580
>"How do I get out of here?"
>"What's happening?"

>>3786580
>>Throw Buckethead into the wall & proceed to the Security Office

>>3786580
>>"How do I get out of here?"
>>"What's happening?"

>>3786608
+1

What does our character look like right now

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>>3786608
>>3786618
>>3786671
>>3787002

"What's happening?" You tighten your grip around Buckethead's throat.

"HUUURGKK...Can't brea...th" Buckethead choking on his words.

Disgusted, you let him go. "Speak."

"Cough...cough," Buckethead tries to get his breath back. "Aren't you one of the freaks attacking us?! We've been trying to contact our section leader after him and the men with him went radio silent."

"What you mean by freaks..." You squint heavily. Buckethead recoils into a fetal position and replies, "Uh, I mean superheroes! Yeah that's what I meant!"

"How do I get out of here? Quickly before I change my mind about letting you go." You spat out.

"Um, you'd need one of the ID cards to access the rest of Babel or the escape pods." Buckethead sits in a kowtow position.

"So that means I can use yours then?" You ask.

"No, it's DNA-linked. That means you need to head to security office."

Well, it's where you're heading anyways, you mused.

"So does that mean you'll let me go?" He raises his head with hope.

You answer by smashing him into the bulkhead. He slumps down, barely breathing and definitely unconscious.

[T-minus 145s before shutdown]

[ACTIONS]
>Head towards the Security Office
>Take Buckethead's ID, maybe he's lying about the whole DNA thing.
>Other [Specify]

>>3791279
>head towards the security office

>>3791279
>Take Buckethead's ID, and him

>>3791279
>Head towards the Security Office

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So what is our character look like?

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>>3791416

>>3791421
Thanks

So we had marvel stuff at the beginning of the thread was that just flavor text or did we get isekai into a comic book?

>>3791432
Soon™

>>3791432
>>3791435
But Marvel Stuff in the beginning definitely happened.

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>>3791435

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>>3791285
>>3791292
>>3791296

The time limit floating in the peripherals of your visions reminds you that you don't have much time. It confuses the shit out of you, and you have so many questions. But you have a bad feeling that should you be still on the station when the countdown reaches zero, you'll be in a spot worst than the one you left.

You decide to take Buckethead with you. Muppet or not, he's still the only person willing to talk to you. The fact that you intimidate the living shit out of him intentionally slipped off your mind. Using your newfound abilities, you bring Buckethead's unconscious form with you, him floating right behind you like some macabre scarecrow.

+++++++++++

You traverse the hallways quickly. There's a lot of bucketheads moving around but most are too busy or panicking over the alarms blaring to notice you or Buckethead #1. Soon you reach the Security Office, locked behind doors more at home in a submarine. There's some sort of scanner on it.

[T-minus 100s before shutdown]

[ACTIONS]
>Smash Buckethead #1 into the scanner
>Break open the door with your ability
>Other [Specify]

>>3791510
Just use bucket head on it don't smash his face into it

>>3791510
>Break open the door with your ability
Let's get some idea of what our boundaries are.

>>3791532
This. We already knocked him out and isn't a threat. Killing in self defense is one thing, but killing someone who's no threat is a bit dickish.

>>3791510
>>Smash Buckethead #1 into the scanner

>>3791510
>try to use Buckethead to open the door, if it fails force it with telekinesis

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>>3791532
>>3791537
>>3791574
>>3791704
>>3792104

You remove Buckethead's helmet, revealing an unconscious plain dude in his thirties with swollen eyes that would not look out of place in a lab, and then proceed to smash his head into the scanner.

"Access Granted", answers a digital voice.

You push the release handle and go through the doorway, remembering to bring Buckethead along with you.

>Cont.

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You find yourself in a pretty high tech security office. Monitors hang high, multiple security terminals, and what seems to be holographic interface from the table in the middle.

[T-minus 90s before shutdown]

[ACTIONS]
>Check the monitors, see if you can see what's actually going on within the station
>Check the security terminals for an ID to use
>Smash Buckethead into the holo-table, maybe it'll work like the security door
>Other [Specify]

>>3793338
Can we vote for all of them?
If not just use Buckethead again

Apex stop trying to hurt Buckethead

>>3793338
>Check the security terminals for an ID to use

>>3793338
>find an ID

>>3793338
>>Check the security terminals for an ID to use

>>3793338
>>Check the security terminals for an ID to use.

>>3793338
QM, can we try to suck energy from machines or the environment to fill the countdown a little?

>>3793345
>>3793348
>>3793394
>>3793429
>>3793540

You turn towards one of the security terminal. At it, you find a few blank cards with a card slot built into the table. Taking one of the cards, you naturally put it into the slot. As soon as you do, you feel a small prick on your index finger holding onto the cards.

The terminal lights up. "Welcome, A.I.M. employee ID: IE7820N9. Please report to your supervisor for further assignment," the same digital voice informs you. You take out the card, which is now slightly glowing.

[T-minus 70s before shutdown]

[ACTIONS]
>Ask voice in your head how to extend time limit
>Check security monitors to see what's going on
>Use your new security ID to access holo table
>Smash Buckethead into holo table
>Other [Specify]

>>3793634
>>Ask voice in your head how to extend time limit

>>3793646
+1

>>3793634
>Look for a facility map or anything with exit routes

>>3793634
>Ask voice in your head how to extend time limit.
>QM puts again an option to smash bucket head.
Why do you hate IMA cannon fodder so much?

>>3794254
I thought they were called AIM?

>>3794254
Why do you hate spelling so much?

>>3794413
>>3794429
Ups, my bad.

>>3793646
>>3793655
>>3793816
>>3794254
>>3794254

Your time limit is getting closer to less than one minute now. Getting worried, you decide that it wouldn't hurt to ask the pretty lady voice in your head. "Uh...Voice in my head? Your time limit is getting real low. Is there any way to do it?"

[Calculating...]

[There is a power outlet nearby to refill energy reserves.]

[Warning. Host may suffer debilitating pain during refill.]

[ACTION]
>Do it. No pain, no gain.
>Nuh-Uh. Random voice telling you to stuff your willy into a power outlet sounds exactly what a schizophrenic might do.
>Other [Specify]

>>3795449
>Do it. Might as well find out how debilitating this pain is now while there aren't conscious enemies around.

>>3795449
>>Do it. No pain, no gain.

>>3795449
>>Do it. Might as well find out how debilitating this pain is now while there aren't conscious enemies around.
>>Do it. No pain, no gain.
DEW IT

>>3795449
>Do it. No pain, no gain.

I hope we don't turn into some moral fag hero. Lets rob banks and shit. Or create our own Quantum Nation or some else Marvel-esque.

>>3795679
if i was him i would try and get out of this multiverse

>>3795471
>>3795607
>>3795668
>>3795679

Fuck it. Seemingly being back from the dead and going through agony for an epoch is insane enough already, might as well go all in listening to random voices in your head.

You find the aforementioned power outlet, and used your telekinesis to rip off the cover. Beneath it, you see a mass of wiring, the live wires broken and shooting out sparks. "Do I really have to do this?" You ask the voice in your head.

[Affirmative.]

[T-minus 30s to shutdown]

Sighing, you grit yourself before immediately diving right for the live wires.

>Roll 2d100, Bo3

Rolled 43, 81 = 124 (2d100)

>>3795700

Rolled 33, 86 = 119 (2d100)

>>3795700

Rolled 85, 59 = 144 (2d100)

>>3795700

>>3795704
>>3795717
>>3795748

>85,86

Several thousand gigawatts coursed through your body. Agony, a familiar friend, sears your nerves. Funnily enough, after the first few seconds, your body adjusted quickly to the pain. The office lights flicker on and off as the building's power is drained by you. At its peak, you let go of the wires, your body quivering.

[Power Drain complete]

[Ability granted: Electrokinetic Metabolism]

[T-minus 300s before shutdown]

As you get your bearings again, the office turns dark red. "WARNING. MAIN REACTOR OVERLOAD. SWITCHING OVER TO BACKUPS," the PA system blares out. You soon find yourself floating. It hits you.

Babel isn't a tower. It's a bloody space station.

[ACTIONS]
>Find some threads. You've just realized you were buck naked this whole time
>Check security monitors to see what's going on
>Use your new security ID to access holo table
>Smash Buckethead into holo table
>Wake Buckethead for more questions
>Other [Specify]

>>3795831
ask power for what it could to ensure our survival while traveling to earth?

>>3795831
>Find some threads

>>3795831
>Find some threads
Maybe something that DOESN'T make us look like a retarded bee keeper. Lab coats are cool...

>Other [Specify]
Ask the voice in our head what other perks it can grant us, along side the Electro Metabolism and Super Strength?

>>3795831
>>Use your new security ID to access holo table

>>3795831
>Check security monitors to see whats going on
>Find some threads.