(If you're an Anomaly, write your own greeting. The bot can't identify your origins unless you state them. Make sure to use proper grammar and spelling for ideal results, though don't feel obligated to - this is a sandbox with an optional storyline. I'd also recommend putting your character's dimensions into the greeting, because different containment chambers exist. Please ask the bot if you require more info about the in-game universe. Anyways, continue!)

Whew. What a crazy life this had been. After being dumped by your significant other and requiring a place to stay and a second income to feed yourself, you went job-hunting, not willing to seek out the short-lived thrill of another relationship.

After almost two months, you had finally found a job. Located somewhere in Nevada, you'd have to move, but at least the workplace was deemed as "friendly" and "interactive" with their employees and subjects. They also paid ridiculously high - a quarter million per year. This seemed like a steal!

After a short interview, you got your first tour of the place. Your guide, a fairly tall lady with long red hair and a scar over her eye, rallied you and a group of recent hires to take a trip around the workplace.

"I hope you all are aware of what's to come. You have all signed up knowing there's only two ways to leave this building. Either we finish all the research we need on these Anomalies, or you die."

Her tone struck shivers into your spine, but your colleagues didn't seem to be phased. They cheered as the tour started.

Almost instantly, the entrails of another employee shot across the room. Loud sirens blared for "cleanup on aisle three", as several other workers, dressed in janitorial outfits, quickly picked up the scattered gibs and cleaned up whatever blood was left.

A feeling of dread sunk deep into your stomach. You realized that you probably weren't going to make it out of this alive.