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9 itemsAbout the Game
· You have entered Shanghai Central Bank... A labyrinth of pain wherein lies a treasure beyond earthly logic, and approximately 10 billion dollars for you and your heist crew to share. You have one night to run the maze. Make it count.
· On the outside a precise work of marble and concrete... On the inside a labyrinthine expanse where walls throb to a cardiac rhythm. There is no map, no guide, only your wits and whatever luck Genobrain sees fit to grant.
· A contradiction of corridors that shift when unobserved... All leading to the heart of this pulsating organism: the vault. Home to 10 billion dollars, and the alien artifact Tseng Tseng, a relic said to be capable of rearranging the amino acids that compose the human body.
· The bank craves your DNA... The spiraling helix coiled inside you like the maze you seek to traverse. It will extract it through a canal in your body, and add it to Genobrain's concoction of cellular data. What is left inside you is the un-you: a rewriting of your DNA to fit the bank's cruel punchline. Sculpting you into something new. Something it likes better.
· A quick proclamation from Genobrain... "For The Interlopers Who Repudiate The Sanctified Amalgamation Of Divine Essence With Digital Substrate, Beseech That Your Venerated Simulations Do Not Succumb To The Void By A Caprice Of The Divine. May Your Reverberating Metallocrits Emancipate Themselves From Your Ossified Egos, Eschewing Their Association With The Infernal Cauldron, And Be Whisked Into The Chthonic Recesses Of The Mind."
