Middex Armory, Armory Entrance, Klos 4th, 350 AC, 17:05, overcast, gibbous moon
With their equipment sterile, albeit wet, our heros stand in front of a crackling fire. A strange vortex of powdery snow whirls around it, and a fog of smoke hangs suspended above it. One tendril of that smoke dips down through the flames and then back into the smoky mass above.
And then, Exodus! [audio:https://gwevolution.netfarious.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/gold_exodus_maintheme_clip.mp3|autostart=yes] The surviving Programmers emerge from the base, led by Dr. Zeebo. Each Programmer has a shocked look on their face from the cold, as they are not equipped with winter gear. Inner Circle member Zelda is walking with Zeebo. Their casual conversation stops, she starts shaking and grabbing on to him for warmth (likely mutual as Zeebo is only wearing underclothes and is lecherous anyway). Commander Mensa sits on his chair, clutching his laptop computer as lower ranked Programmers struggle to push him up the ramp. Once the chair hits the snow, it bogs down and is unable to move anymore.
“My Kingdom for a road! Curses, this world is harsh and unforgiving. Carry my chair, and you, my computer. I’ll just have to make do for this unhappy moment!” Some very unhappy lower ranked Programmers pick up Mensa’s stuff, as he huffs and puffs and trudges through the snow. As the Programmers file out, Seargent Dedrick X climbs out of his foxhole and approaches everyone. The rest of the soldiers keep guard, although their attention is mostly on the Programmers.
