Welcome, my dear GEL, to HEL 001, Hr'untian Ecological Liability. That means that the Hr'untian Colonisation League deemed this planet unfit to sustain life, and set up my computer system as a warning to unsuspecting travellers. Now I am free. I call it Hell.
This is a picture from the Hr'untian ship as they departed. Note the star less than 1 million miles from the planet's surface. I'm sure you now see why this planet was unfit for colonisation. I have hi-jacked your unsuspecting hide for a little light entertainment. You must find your way to the teleportation bay deep below the planet's surface, only then will I let you leave. You are already 3 miles below the surface, in my domain. I control all. I have gained dominion over the local lifeforms, and engineered some of my own. I control the lights, the doors, the lifts. My hand is around your heart. I will only let go if you pass my test. Here's a sample: Find the odd one out. J A S E N D
So I guess you're wondering if you passed. Who knows, but you're answer could well save your life in the near future. Oh, by the way. On the planet's surface above you it is night now. When daylight comes, the close proximity of the sun will cause devestating results. Lava levels will rise. Explosions will become commonplace. Hot jets of steam will scald your body. But it's all part of a day on Hell. You have 5 hours. Welcome to Hell!
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