The Facility

You stand in a room and look around, surveying your surroundings. The walls are blank and sterile, like a hospital. You look down at your hands. To your surprise, they are covered with twisting tattoos. Or, no, not tattoos. Not exactly. Tattoos don't move.

Black ink twists through your skin. "Test," you think. The word appears on your skin. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Your skin displays your thoughts, huh?

You see no escape from the room, but there is a chalkboard on the wall. How odd. You walk over to it.

Before you can do anything, however, you need to get a few things straight. Are you a male, or a female?