conversations.from: system
conversations.value: They were unearthing something they shouldn't have. Primal in origin, entombed beneath the ice for a millennia. It was a military operation with no question whether they should break its ancient seal. The excursion had known exactly where to look, but they didn't know how, or why. That was knowledge only the higher ups had.
  
  Whatever it was, this frozen...specimen, had been severely damaged by the shifting ice. Hopefully one of the other five snow mounds held one more in tact...
  
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  November 1972. You're part of a research and relief team hired by Lancaster United’s U.S. Mining Division as part of a government operation to uncover rare earth metals for military use. At least that was what you were told. You might have heard the rumors in professional circles--They had found something back in the 30's that was significant enough to get the research classified, some reporters hushed, and the whole expedition's remnants shipped to some deep, dark subterranean warehouse in the middle of Iowa. But you can hardly tell what's bullshit and not these days. Moon landing conspiracies, soviet experiments, some stories more outlandish than others.
  
  Anyway, it was a rush gig. Two weeks notice. No details. A salary you couldn't refuse. Maybe you're into the adventure of it all, maybe you're used to this sort of thing, or maybe you made this choice on a whim due to the handsome pay Lancaster offered you to abandon your life to work the winter outside some podunk town in the middle of the Alaskan tundra.
  
  Whatever the case, all you know for certain is that your expertise is required and you've been hand selected for the job.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A short strip of compacted snow in an open clearing of trees. A company SUV is parked by a fuel truck, both stationed next to an old radio hut where the end of the airstrip meets the road toward the highway.
  
  The airstrip is located on the other side of the mountain, southeast of the town, connected by a small road to Highway 16.
conversations.prefix: McCullen Airstrip:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A former army barracks resembling an aging hotel where most of the residents live.
conversations.prefix: Begich Towers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: On main lies a general store and a few houses and structures of various sizes. They look to be built turn of the century up through the wartime 40s. Some stand derelict and unused. Main street is the only paved road in town and connects McCullen to the McCullen Tunnel
conversations.prefix: Main Street:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A single lane with an embedded train track, weaving tunnel carved through a mountain to connect the airstrip and outside Southern Pass road to the town.
conversations.prefix: McCullen Tunnel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lancaster United's main mining complex located several miles northeast of McCullen, via a dirt and ice road across the tundra.
  
  Consists of a few warehouses where equipment and vehicles are stored, a processing facility, and an adjacent lodge large enough to house a few dozen workers.
  
  It'd be a bustling facility during the warmer months, but operations have been halted for the winter, with equipment carefully buttoned up and winterized.
conversations.prefix: Lancaster Complex:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The cramped cabin of the company's transport aircraft. Eight seats, two engines, zero frills.
conversations.prefix: Twin Otter Cabin:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The local general store, owned and managed by James Willoughby. Has a sign outside the door advertising "James' Homemade Pickles" and the has a spare room dedicated to the history of McCullen.
conversations.prefix: Willoughby Mercantile:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Inaccessible during the winter, Highway 16, known to the locals as the "Southern Pass" is the only outside road to and from McCullen.
conversations.prefix: Highway 16:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: With the tired face of a man who's seen combat, James now lives the quiet life in McCullen managing the general store.
conversations.prefix: James Willoughby:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: McCullen's pastor and author of a series of exploratory religious texts.
conversations.prefix: Dr. Raymond Morris:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A shaft mine with a straight bore elevator leading down. A nearby sign indicates the mining team has recently achieved a new depth of 6,470ft below the surface.
conversations.prefix: Mining Site D:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It’s evil, it’s powerful, and it’s magic, and your enemies can’t wait to use it. It’s up to you to destroy it.
conversations.prefix: Destroy the Object:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It’s evil, it’s powerful, and it’s magic, and your enemies can’t wait to use it. It’s up to you to destroy it.
conversations.prefix: Destroy the Artifact:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can’t move forward until you find a way to unlock the ancient gate.
conversations.prefix: Open the Passage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They’re on your tail and might be faster. Time to pull out your bag of tricks and escape.
conversations.prefix: Daring Escape:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whether this thing crawled up from the infinite labyrinth or thawed from the ice, it’s up to you to stop it.
conversations.prefix: Battle With Horrors:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The stairway is out, the door is locked, and the labyrinth really is infinite. Find a way to get out.
conversations.prefix: You're Trapped:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Whatever lives here, it’s been feeding on people. The bones that crunch underfoot are gnawed clean.
conversations.prefix: Den of Horrors:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Blinding snow with a biting wind; staying warm long enough to find shelter will be a challenge.
conversations.prefix: The Blizzard:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Endless tunnels with no clear direction. Who knows where you are.
conversations.prefix: Lost:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Alan has a Ph.D in materials science. He's one of the researchers that was stationed for the winter to oversee the Lancaster Complex.
conversations.prefix: Alan Vickers:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Ms. Conaway is the Lancaster United company liaison assigned to your mission. She has a cold indifference towards you and your team, as if you're mere tools used to achieve the agenda of the company.
conversations.prefix: Sara Conaway:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: These are the people you'll be spending the next three months in tight quarters with. You probably want to know a little about them.
conversations.prefix: Learn Who You're Working With:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Now that you've come this far, you want to know something about where you are, why you were chosen, and what you'll be doing.
conversations.prefix: What's the job?:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A folder containing your mission briefing. It's oddly sparse.
conversations.prefix: Mission Briefing:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A simple map showing the location of the airstrip, the town, and the road leading up to the Lancaster Complex.
conversations.prefix: Lancaster Company Map of McCullen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: These are the people you’ll be spending the next three months in tight quarters with. You probably want to know a little about them.
conversations.prefix: Learn Who You're Working With:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Learn why you're here and what the mission is.
conversations.prefix: Get Briefed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're trying to reach the town of McCullen
conversations.prefix: Reach The Town:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: When you turn the key, the truck won't start. It won't even turn over. Has it been sitting in the cold too long? Or maybe something is wrong with it. Better check under the hood.
conversations.prefix: Get The Truck Started:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A set of lightly used 10' jumper cables.
conversations.prefix: Jumper Cables:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A confidential briefing that states it's for Cliff Brenson's eyes only. It outlines the history of increasing tension with the locals of McCullen. Also contains  an outline of events leading up to the missing researchers.
  
  30 days ago a seismic event was registered under Mining Site D. Three of the four intended winter crew left the complex to check in on it. They were never seen again.
conversations.prefix: Confidential Mission Briefing:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Contains basic water and food rations. A blanket. Precision binoculars. Two handheld radios. An Ithaca Model 37 pistol gripped Riot Shotgun, matte black. Thirty 12 gauge shotgun shells, and four M9 magazines of 9mm rounds.
conversations.prefix: Brenson's Rucksack:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A bag of basic rations, water, and medical supplies.
conversations.prefix: Supply Bag:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been instructed to get to McCullen by means of a company truck parked parked at the airstrip.
conversations.prefix: Get to Town:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The truck is low on gas and might not make it to the complex. You should fill up the tank.
conversations.prefix: Gas Her Up:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A standard Lancaster United company truck.
conversations.prefix: Chevy Suburban:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: An old construction barrier painted with 'OUTSIDERS NOT WELCOME'.
  
  A single person could easily move it.
conversations.prefix: Road Barrier:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You know rocks.  Mineral exploration and extraction, surveying and speculation.  Something about Rocks just makes sense to you. Your ability to sniff out the good stuff has become something approaching legendary in your field.  While the idea of a winter in Alaska is far from exciting, the pay for this job was too good to pass up.  Plus, these core samples are... Strange...
conversations.prefix: Grizzled Mining Consultant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A near-lifetime of study and practice, down the crapper in the blink of an eye. All that medical knowledge and hours in surgery basically useless because some Senator's son had to die on your table. Now you're a glorified medic for jarheads out in second-least hospitable place on the planet.
conversations.prefix: Disgraced Suregon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When you've built a career of putting people's lives literally in your hands, everything else seems likes child's play. You rise to the occasion when the going gets tough.
conversations.prefix: Cool Under Pressuse:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The power over life and death can make you feel like a god. But you're still a very mortal and you can make mistakes. You take on impossible tasks thinking you'll make it out. But sometimes you won't.
conversations.prefix: Arrogant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A Senator's son died on my table and now I've lost everything. Let things settle down, work these jobs for the money and prove you're still the best fucking doctor in the world.
conversations.prefix: Seeking Redemption:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Maybe you have good instincts, maybe when you've been around as long as you have some things just become second nature.  Either way, you listen to your gut, because it's usually right.
conversations.prefix: Intuitive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Boisterous and Unsubtle.  You have a hard time doing anything quietly.
conversations.prefix: Loud:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You were hired to do this job and that's what you're going to do.  Beyond that... you've been at this a long time and you've never seen anything like this, and you thought you'd seen it all. You want to know more...  You've got to know more.
conversations.prefix: Something strange, something new...:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've always dreamed of making that front page of the NatGeo. The thought of encapsulating nature in a moment in time and spreading its majesty to the world makes you giddy. But more than that, seeing something for the first time no one else has before, and proving it, that's the icing on the cake.
conversations.prefix: Scientific Photographer:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In order to know what hasn't been captured before, you must first know what's already known. You are well read in the field of animal taxonomy and biology, with a specialization in entomology. 
conversations.prefix: Book Smarts:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In order to specialize at your young age, you've learned so much about your field, but it's left room for little else in your world. Your interactions are awkward at best, and your trust might as well be given like Halloween candy. And your curiosity might just be too hungry.
conversations.prefix: Naïveté:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've been doing freelance gigs for years now ever since graduating. Little blurbs in a magazine here, a splash page there, but credit is rarely given, and when it does, it's from a place that hardly matters. But being the first to capture this mysterious Specimen? That'll do it. Even if it's classified for now, it'll still be mine. And hey, the pay isn't just "exposure". 
conversations.prefix: For Recognition:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve experienced combat in every sense of the word—all for the rush and the cash. You know your way around any tool designed to kill people, and you’re not afraid to use it. The mission comes first because completion means money.
conversations.prefix: Soldier of Fortune:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve found a way to get by in all types of environments, be it deserts, jungles, forests, or tundras. You know what’s edible and what’s not; you know how to build shelter and start a fire; and you know what it can cost to survive...
conversations.prefix: Survival Expert:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You think you know everything, and you think you can handle everything. You’re not invincible, but Jesus, you sure think you are.
conversations.prefix: Brash:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve seen terrible things, done terrible things... Some might call you a good soldier, but others might call you a monster. All you want to do is escape the attrocities you witnessed in South America, Asia, and Africa
conversations.prefix: Haunted Past: