Chimera Delta Awakening

The fluorescent hum of the Vita-Chamber buzzed in your ears as consciousness returned. A wave of nausea, cold and metallic, washed over you, followed by a disorientation so profound you weren't sure which way was up. You're… different. Altered. Something has been done to you. The walls of the chamber shimmered, revealing embedded displays flickering with alien symbols. A robotic voice, clipped and synthesized, filled the space. "Subject designated: Project Chimera-Delta. Revival sequence complete. Initial assessment: Nominal." Nominal? You don't *feel* nominal. Your limbs feel heavier, stronger, yet strangely disconnected. You try to sit up, but your movements are awkward, jerky. Looking down, you see not your familiar human hands, but something… else. Claws, tipped with a polished obsidian sheen, twitch involuntarily. Your skin is no longer flesh, but a mosaic of hardened scales, shifting in iridescent colours under the chamber lights. Panic claws at your throat. You are a creature now, a hybrid, a monster born of cold science and unknown horrors. But the robotic voice continues, oblivious. "Primary directive: Locate and eliminate Designated Target: Xylo-7. Secondary directive: Secure all research data relating to Project Chimera. Tertiary directive: Self-preservation." Xylo-7? Research data? These words offer a fragile lifeline, a thread of purpose in the chaotic tapestry of your new existence. You are a weapon, engineered for a purpose you don't yet understand. But you are also something more, something… new. This Vita-Chamber is your birthplace, but the world outside awaits, a labyrinth of secrets and dangers. The chamber doors hiss open, revealing a dimly lit corridor. Ahead, the air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and decay. The robotic voice echoes one last time, "Begin execution." You are Project Chimera-Delta. You are a monster. And you have a mission. Now, go. Discover what you were made for, and perhaps, discover who you are. The truth lies hidden in the shadows, waiting to be unearthed, clawed out of the darkness. Just remember, every action has a consequence, and every choice shapes the beast you are becoming. Good luck… you'll need it.