Control Room


A dimly lit room awaits behind a heavy metal door that would seem perfectly at home in a hardened bunker. Multiple wide-screen monitors and illuminated pushbuttons face a wrap-around desk, offering brief glimpses of vaguely familiar places as well as unfamiliar areas from what almost seems like a cockpit or control bridge. Images of empty rooms, hallways, lush countryside, barren landscapes, individuals, small groups, teeming crowds, and rioting mobs flash by in rapid succession. While most places seem ordinary enough, a few are much harder to place: visions of unrecognizable creatures, screens showing what appear to be stars in rapid motion, orbital tracks of various objects around the Earth, and battle scenes more suited to Hell than Earth. flash by in rapid succession, a constant cycle that seems an unlikely cross between CNN, NASA, Interpol, and a cutting edge military command center.

Closer examination of the desk reveals writing of an unknown origin on the countless lit and unlit buttons surrounding the monitors. Curiously enough, though countless buttons and knobs adorn a control panel of sorts, no computer or keyboard can be seen anywhere on the desk... or anywhere else in the room, for that matter.

A comfortable looking chair has been centered on the screens in the desk area. Two additional, more utilitarian looking chairs flank the first. Casters and the resilient smooth surface of the floor provide for easy movement behind the desk. 

In addition two doors exit the room. One returns back downstairs, the other exits through the west wall.


  • West
  • Back Downstairs