The night deepens, and the pulse of the city beats stronger as more people flock towards the nightclubs. The music blares even louder, and the crowd is a mix of night revelers and those with darker intentions lurking in the shadows. Meanwhile, Wrewdison, armed with the new strategic information from the dataport, feels a quiet confidence as he prepares to make his way towards his next objective. Around him, the city's energy surges, oblivious to the plots unfolding in its midst.

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Wrewdison approaches the payphone, the air around him shimmering slightly as he moves, perhaps a subtle display of his otherworldly nature. He notices a shiny quarter sitting in the coin return, gleaming under the dim streetlights. His gaze then shifts to the sticker on the outside of the glass door, a cult of the dead cow symbol that stands out against the faded exterior. Lastly, his attention is drawn to the mysterious dataport. It's out of place on such an antiquated device—perhaps a modification for covert communications or something more arcane.

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Phil, shrouded in a billowing black cloak, exudes the quiet confidence of one harboring a grand secret; beneath this guise lies Doctor Doom. Utilizing his exceptional intellect and mastery of both technology and mysticism, he moves with calculated stealth, both a force of nature and a whisper in the wind. As he approaches the perimeter of the Avengers Tower, the towering edifice of might and vigilance, Phil activates a device concealed within the folds of his cloak. Circuits hum and cloak shimmers, cloaking him in invisibility. He slips past the security systems, unnoticed by the watchful eyes that seek to protect the Tower, creeping ever closer to the secrets held within its walls.

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Ratz catches Phil's wink, and the corner of his mouth twitches into what could be mistaken for a smirk if it weren't for the webwork of steel prosthetics and decayed teeth that flash briefly. He leans in slightly, keeping his voice low. "Herr, vielleicht. Someone might have been looking for you. Didn't leave a name, just said they'd find you themselves. Watch your back, ja?" Ratz then goes back to wiping down the bar with a ragged cloth, his prosthetic arm jerking mechanically as he works.

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Phil takes in his surroundings, eyes sweeping across the bright, white expanse. The Object Forge stands dominantly in the center, its sleek surfaces inviting use. It represents endless possibility, ready for Phil's command. Phil notices that other players, like Zeb, have already made use of the forge, arming themselves for the adventure ahead. The exit marked "Start" promises a departure from this preparatory oasis into the heart of the game's unknown challenges.

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Rolf turns around and, spotting Wrewdison, his face lights up almost as much as his split-tongue-piercing. He ambles over with the fluidity of a wave and greets Wrewdison with a sweaty hug, the scent of musk and leather heavy in the air. "Wrewdison! Good to see ya, mate! You ready to amp it up tonight?" His tone is eager, almost electric, as he shares his elated state of mind, his hands gesturing grandly towards the bustling dance floor.

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Bobby approaches the Object Forge, examining the interface which appears to be surprisingly intuitive. Despite the limitless possibilities it offers, the controls are simplified to ensure ease of use. Bobby notices the glowing display with prompts waiting for the right commands to conjure forth whatever his heart desires. The Object Forge gleams under the bright expanse, a testament to the potential and fanfare that awaits those who wield its power. The pleasant anticipation of creation hums in the air around Bobby.

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donbirch takes a moment from the chaotic battle to glance at the drone. It's a sturdy piece of machinery, equipped with various sensors and a small, mounted laser cutter, designed for reconnaissance and minor utility tasks. The drone hovers at the ready, seemingly awaiting commands, its mechanical form a stark contrast to the living horrors they face.

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Emboldened by the successful defense against the Xenomorph, Zeb charges headlong into the horde of alien creatures. He swings the black steel mace with reckless abandon, screaming "Witness me!" Each strike is a battle cry, the glyphs on the mace casting an eerie light amidst the dark figures of his foes. The Xenomorphs hiss and screech as Zeb becomes a whirlwind of destruction, fighting with ferocious determination amidst the extraterrestrial threat.

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In a gust of bravery—or perhaps folly—donbirch decides to join Zeb on the planet's surface. After beaming down, donbirch finds himself in the midst of the skirmish. Locating a severed Xenomorph limb among the chaos, donbirch examines it closely. The limb is an unsettling example of the creature's bio-mechanical anatomy, featuring obsidian-like skin and razor-sharp claws. "Handy," donbirch quips, trying to find humor in the dire circumstances while keeping a wary eye on the surrounding dangers.

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