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AKUDAMAX [Final Trial]
You’ve really done it now. The sun rises on Saturday morning, and Kansai is simmering with rage. After massacres throughout the week, the citizens have no more patience, and they’re armed. Even the holy Shinkansen itself rejects you. There is one way out, to get past the fortifications of the city. The requisitioned blimp. Well, some of you can fly far more gracefully. Perhaps it's even possible to ignore the barbs of the population. But you do have a destination for answers in mind.
Out here the land is wasted. It’s more obvious, without the concrete covering, that nothing was growing in soil that had been bombed in the past. Whether thin for lack of plant roots or tainted with industrial byproducts, there are particles in the air that easily catch the light and turn green. You see a network of production facilities and even pipes. Glowing above them all is the tower you have summoned out of the blighted earth.
Inside… Everything manages to occur on the walls of the tower. Service staircases, riveted dumbwaiters, control panels, vats of capacitors, wires, metal, sheets of it, and a note of human blood. You can look all the way up to the blue light that marked the roof. Echoes easily bounce off the walls.
When you approach any of these panels (and even the industrial containers are electronically mediated in the end), the light that comes from them is yellow.
Out here the land is wasted. It’s more obvious, without the concrete covering, that nothing was growing in soil that had been bombed in the past. Whether thin for lack of plant roots or tainted with industrial byproducts, there are particles in the air that easily catch the light and turn green. You see a network of production facilities and even pipes. Glowing above them all is the tower you have summoned out of the blighted earth.
Inside… Everything manages to occur on the walls of the tower. Service staircases, riveted dumbwaiters, control panels, vats of capacitors, wires, metal, sheets of it, and a note of human blood. You can look all the way up to the blue light that marked the roof. Echoes easily bounce off the walls.
When you approach any of these panels (and even the industrial containers are electronically mediated in the end), the light that comes from them is yellow.