Deep Inside Ronald, Baby
You follow the map to the secret bunker. The door is massive with what looks like eleven complex locks on it, so it's a good thing it's broken off and hanging by a single hinge. You gingerly step through and into what looks like a massive foyer and atrium.
| Take a Look Around |
As you step into the lobby, there's a flash of green light and a voice says "Time Loop engaged." Huh.
Anyway, somebody went through a lot of time and expense to spiff up this bunker. By the ominously flickering lights (mandatory in a setting like this), you can see that the ceiling's a good two stories high, and there's a glass roof with a fake night sky behind it so it looks like you're outside. There are fancy tile mosaics on the walls, lush red carpet on the floor, and even potted plants flanking the room's exits.
Naturally, as is required in situations like this, everything's a little chipped, a little burned, and a little blood-spattered, but that just adds to the ambience.
A voice blares out from a loudspeaker, making your intestines leap in unpleasant ways. "Has not an elf the right to the fruit of his own labor? Beware the parasite!" it booms. "No, seriously. Beware the alien parasites that are infecting our DNA. This totally sucks."
You realize it's just a recording and relax a bit, unrolling the map again to see where you should go from here.
Whoops! Turns out it's just a map to the bunker, not a map of the bunker. Looks like you're on your own. There are three corridors leading out of the lobby: the one on the left says "Swimming Pool," the one in the middle says "Armory" and the one on the right says "Mess Hall." Would you like to go through one of those doors, or take a look at what's behind the curtain?
Just kidding. There is no curtain. Pick a door.
| Try the Swimming Pool |
| Check out the Armory |
| Explore the Mess Hall |
Occurs after using Map to Safety Shelter Ronald Prime.
References
- The first part of the loudspeaker references are a reference to Andrew Ryan's Objectivist speeches in Bioshock.
