Utterly Mad

Griffin:
Being outnumbered, fighting dirty is almost natural.
You aim to skewer the biggest man's junk.
[6]
You hit, and the man screams as the blade is thrust into his scrotum, he then goes kneeling, pulling the blade out of the wound.
You remain in control of the blade though.

Though as quickly as you've done slashed his junk, one of his friends attack you from behind.
[3-2]
You feel an incredibly painfull hit to the back of your head, then everything starts spinning. Before you know it, you're on the ground, unable to think due to the pain.
You see the one you stabbed in the groin, tearfully loom above your head.
"I'm gonna FUCKING PEEL HIS SKIN OFF!"
Before he turns your head to mash, you hear one of the other guys.
"Wait! This one's a fighter! Just look at those muscles..."
The third one chimes in, just as everything fades to black...
"Yeah, we'll bring him along too..."

...

You wake up with a twitch. It's dark, and your head aches like hell.
You appear to be locked in some kind of cage, in a dark room with other cages. One of the cages on the opposite side of the room holds a woman in fetal-position, clearly in shock.
In the middle of a room is a table, covered in blood. On the table lies several sharp tools, and bones.

The cage is obviouly locked, and sturdily built. You also note that you're missing your gear!
Behind a door on the side you hear occasional faint screams.

Sammy & Lucy:
Suddenly, the raft suddenly stops. You avoid falling over though.
You note why it suddenly stopped, as there seems to be some kind of concrete structure on the side of the raft.
A concrete platform at docking-height, and beyond it, a metal door.
On the side of the door is the source of the humming, some kind of fan housed in a metal casing.

Zaweri:
You step out of the tent you refer as a home. Into the green glade, the village where you were raised. The glade lies in the middle of the valley somewhere, surrounded by foilage and tall towers.
You're wearing your short cargo pants, accompanied by some worn boots. On your back you carry your backpack made of plant-fibers.
In it you carry: your flint and stone, your green bladed gauntlet, and your rope.

The tiny village is silent, with the majority of it's inhabitants meditating around the firepit.
The sun lies right on top of you, in the clear sky.

Lucy looks up at the fan, then shrugs and steps off the raft.  "Hopefully there's stuff here, I want to start some RECKLESS LOOTING!"

Sammy:
You quietly open the door and peek in.

There's working lights inside, and it would appear clear of the mist outside.
Inside is a corridor, with some open circut-boxes on the sides, leading to a larger, harder to see hall.

There's also some mechanical noices eminating from deeper inside.

Greer:
You return to your senses after spacing out for a while. Then proceed up the stairs a level, and reach the door eminating muffled voices.
Now that you're a little closer, you hear that there's some sort of argument inside.

You also note that beside the door lies a disabled security robot, occasionally sparking.

Lucy looks over Sammy's head, checking out the hallway.   "Whatcha' looking for?"

"Dat booty!" Sammy said as she reached back and smacked Lucy lightly on the arse. She then said, "In reality I'm not sure. Let's take a closer look."

Sammy then began to walk down the hallway to get a closer look.

Greer sighs to himself. Raiders. Scum. Trash. Useful for nothing but making things hard for anyone else. He was gonna do the world a favor today. Taking a deep breath, he turns the knob on the door and swings it open, his sword held high, his stance confident. "Greetings, friends."

Sammy would press her face up against the glass and make faces at the human figure in the other room.

"Bleeeeeeh!"

Graham tries out the elevator, pressing the button that leads to the highest floor. If it doesn't work he looks around for a stairwell. The 200 something year old computer probably doesn't work.