Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191014001948/@comment-5543592-20191022200008

Harriot's struggles proved futile as her strength rapidly drained with the blood from her head. And then the lights winked out, like someone had pulled the plug.

"Okay, here you go!"

Her speaker began to make a static sound. Vaguely, in the background, she could hear explosions of a kind. Someone began to shout in the recording, their voice far away and then getting louder the closer they got.

Unknown Voice: "Fuck, fuck, close it, close it!  They're getting out!  They're getting out!"

The sound of more explosions, louder, closer. High-pitched, disembodied screaming followed.

Unknown Voice:  "Close it!  Close it!  No!  Oh god, no!  Please! Plea--"

The voice was snatched away, replaced with viseral noises that sounded like someone pulling a wet chicken tender apart.

The static clicked off.

"That's the end of the recording!  On the advice of the User, I decided to seal the Vault!"