You are unfortunately present the day of the 2007 disaster at Mystery Flesh Pit National Park.

Alarms blare through the lower visitor center as the walls around you lurch violently. The superorganism seems to be choking. Emergency lights flicker, barely holding.

You push through the tilted corridor, unknown fluids dripping from above. Radio chatter cuts in and out, but you can only get scattered reports and panicked messages.

Another tremor hits and the muscle plates on the meat-like wall shift. A distant roar echoes through the organ, deep and distorted.

You don’t have long. The next contraction could close this entire section.