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: McCullen Airstrip: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Begich Towers: A former army barracks resembling an aging hotel where most of the residents live.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Main Street: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: McCullen Tunnel: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Lancaster Complex: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Twin Otter Cabin: The cramped cabin of the company's transport aircraft. Eight seats, two engines, zero frills.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Willoughby Mercantile: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Highway 16: Inaccessible during the winter, Highway 16, known to the locals as the "Southern Pass" is the only outside road to and from McCullen.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: James Willoughby: With the tired face of a man who's seen combat, James now lives the quiet life in McCullen managing the general store.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dr. Raymond Morris: McCullen's pastor and author of a series of exploratory religious texts.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mining Site D: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Destroy the Object: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Destroy the Artifact: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Open the Passage: You can’t move forward until you find a way to unlock the ancient gate.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Daring Escape: They’re on your tail and might be faster. Time to pull out your bag of tricks and escape.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Battle With Horrors: Whether this thing crawled up from the infinite labyrinth or thawed from the ice, it’s up to you to stop it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're Trapped: The stairway is out, the door is locked, and the labyrinth really is infinite. Find a way to get out.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Den of Horrors: Whatever lives here, it’s been feeding on people. The bones that crunch underfoot are gnawed clean.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Blizzard: Blinding snow with a biting wind; staying warm long enough to find shelter will be a challenge.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lost: Endless tunnels with no clear direction. Who knows where you are.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Alan Vickers: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sara Conaway: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Learn Who You're Working With: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: What's the job?: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Mission Briefing: A folder containing your mission briefing. It's oddly sparse.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lancaster Company Map of McCullen: A simple map showing the location of the airstrip, the town, and the road leading up to the Lancaster Complex.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Learn Who You're Working With: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get Briefed: Learn why you're here and what the mission is.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reach The Town: You're trying to reach the town of McCullen
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get The Truck Started: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Jumper Cables: A set of lightly used 10' jumper cables.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Confidential Mission Briefing: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Brenson's Rucksack: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Supply Bag: A bag of basic rations, water, and medical supplies.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get to Town: You've been instructed to get to McCullen by means of a company truck parked parked at the airstrip.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Gas Her Up: The truck is low on gas and might not make it to the complex. You should fill up the tank.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chevy Suburban: A standard Lancaster United company truck.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Road Barrier: An old construction barrier painted with 'OUTSIDERS NOT WELCOME'.
  
  A single person could easily move it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Grizzled Mining Consultant: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Disgraced Suregon: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Cool Under Pressuse: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Arrogant: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Seeking Redemption: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Intuitive: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Loud: Boisterous and Unsubtle.  You have a hard time doing anything quietly.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Something strange, something new...: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Scientific Photographer: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Book Smarts: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Naïveté: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: For Recognition: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Soldier of Fortune: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Survival Expert: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Brash: You think you know everything, and you think you can handle everything. You’re not invincible, but Jesus, you sure think you are.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Haunted Past: 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