This is the room of last resort. Where you hide when the world outside gets too loud, too bright, or too boring. The walls are covered in old computer screens, each displaying a different iteration of the bunker's automated defense system. The air reeks of stale pizza and regret.
Previous Room »This room has been converted into a makeshift dance club. The lights are flashing, the music is thumping, and the disco ball is spinning wildly out of control. It's like a rave in here, except for the fact that everyone's wearing sensible shoes.
Previous Room »This room is a shrine to the bunker's extensive collection of vinyl records and dusty old books. Shelves upon shelves of them, all containing knowledge that's been forgotten by the outside world.
Previous Room »This is where the bunker's residents come to sleep. It's a dormitory of sorts, with rows of cots and a communal bathroom. The walls are covered in motivational posters and the air reeks of stale air freshener.
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