This is all too fishy
to be real. I mean sure, mutants exist in the real world, but the
closest they get to having superpowers is having flippers instead of
hands. Certainly there aren't any famous actors whose bones are covered
with a metallic shell. And as for the dinosaurs, well, you know that
dinosaurs never existed in the first place, so why would they exist now,
in this supposed Artic jungle? This is bullcrap.
"Wait a minute, this is just some virtual reality simulation of the
Savage Land."
Wolverine chimes in, "come on, now, this is real. Why look, here comes
Mr. Sinister."
"Lame!" you declare.
"Now I know this is bunk! Call off this crummy virtual reality, you
unseen scoundrels!"
"Alright, ya got me," Wolverine announces sheepishly. "This isn't real,
per se. It's just a simulation… in the Danger Room!" The air begins to
shimmer, and the jungle environs of the Savage Land fade away to reveal
the Danger Room.
"Oh, come on now. The
earlier stuff was at least showed some kind of understanding of the
comics. This is ridiculous."
"Hey, this is a dangerous room, bub. Would you leave your kids in a room
like this? I don't think so" The voice comes from Wolverine's direction,
but it definitely isn't Wolverine's. The pointy mutant clasps his hands
over his mouth and lets out an alarmed, "eep." "Aha," you shout. "I
caught you red-handed. Wolverine, Savage Land, and Danger Room are all
copyrighted, you know. You're looking at some pretty big lawsuits."
"Alright, he's on to us. Just turn the damn thing off."
This time, everything
fades out, including Wolverine. What you're left with is one of the
aliens!
"So you're not half as
dumb as you look. Bravo, dumbface. I didn't we'd have this much trouble
from you when we picked you up in that cornfield."
"So, you knocked me out after I unshrank myself back at the lab."
"Hardly. We nabbed you when you took your celebratory catnap after
escaping with a sample of my companion's blood. This virtual reality was
a ruse to keep your mind occupied until we could discover just how much
you've learned about our plan."
Curses. You realize that the blood sample is no longer on your person.
They must've grabbed it when they brought you in.
"The Lincoln-heavy investigation you undertook within the simulation
brought you dangerously close to uncovering our plan, but no matter. You
may have sorted your way out of that situation, but you're still on our
ship, and I think you'll find that escape is impossible."
A second voice, which you recognize as the second alien from the
cornfield, sounds off from a doorway on the other side of the room. You
spot said alien walking into the room, rubbing his arm. "Hey Tristan,
are you almost finished in there?"
"Be quiet, Fredward! I'm trying to intimidate the prisoner, and your
laid-back mannerisms put everyone at ease."
"Hey, I think I heard a compliment in there *oof*!" You shoulder your
way past the second alien and through the door. Before you can properly
fumble for a door close switch, the door switches closed on its own. You
hear the aliens yelling angrily on the other side. It seems they're
having some difficulty getting the door open again. Good, that'll buy
you some more time. Ew, why is my shirt sleeve all wet, you wonder.
Egads! You picked up
another potential blood sample off the alien you checked as you ran out
the door! What luck. Here's hoping you'll have just as much luck
escaping the ship.
