( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 005.

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THE TEST DRIVE



Like it or not, you've been dragged from your world into the sanctum. It's a pretty nice city, all things considered--sci-fi, high-tech, glamourous.... Except, of course, for the giant dome encircling it, and the threat of glitching, contaminated zombies at your door. Looks like humanity's built itself a fortress that looks suspiciously like a cage, too. 

The object of this meme is to get people familiar with the world of the Sanctum, and to try to see if their characters would fit in a sci-fi utopia such as this. Here are your options:
1. Intro: Waking Up. Make your intro post, folks. You wake up in a strange place, and get a strange transmission to go with it. There's a pair of glasses connected to some sort of communications network, but otherwise not much else in the room with you. What are you going to do? 

2. Environmental Glitching. Why the hell is it so hot inside the dome? Wasn't it just the perfect temperature yesterday? 

3. Genetic Altering. What it says on the tin. Want a go? Want to suffer the side effects? Want to keep someone you love from getting something done?

4. Memory Glitch. Nobody seems to remember you. Literally. Not your housemates, not your coworkers, not your friends. It's like you never existed.

5. Military Training. Everyone's got to start somewhere. You're training the green folks, maybe you're one of the newcomers yourself. Maybe you haven't even touched a gun before in your life. Either way, you'd better start now.

6. Network Glitches. Strange messages are coming through the network, embedded in posts from other users. Beyond anonymous and completely untraceable, these posters claim that Bifrons has changed more about you than you know. It's suggested that you look into past dealings with Kilo to gain better understanding of what you're up against. Do you investigate?

7. Wildcard. Choose your own adventure or create a cocktail from the presented options! The choice is YOURS.

Comments

[ghostthatlingers]

[That earns her a laugh.]

I wonder how many agents were unfortunate enough to represent their home states. Makes their naming scheme easier on them, I guess.

[connecticut]

It's like a pageant. Represent your state, have a talent, answer weird questions... I was looking forward to the evening gowns for a while.

[ghostthatlingers]

Too bad Agent Maine would have had us all beat. If he could manage walking across the stage in heels without falling.

[connecticut]

[Long pause... Loooong pause.]

Alright, I'm just thinking about the swimsuit contest and I think I might be sick.

[ghostthatlingers]

...How many of them do you think would try to get away with speedos? [The evening gown image didn't phase her, but this? The smallest of shivers may have run down her spine.]

[connecticut]

Most of them, just to screw with us.

[WHY.]

[ghostthatlingers]

So all we'd have to do is burn them before they get a chance to wear them.

[She doesn't care how hot it is, fire is the only way to prevent a tragic speedo incident.]

[connecticut]

When has setting something on fire ever stopped any of them?

[ghostthatlingers]

They can't wear speedos if they're turned into ash.

[connecticut]

And what's the alternative to not wearing speedos?

[Come on. Be horrified with her, please.]

[ghostthatlingers]

Keeping their damn pants on unless they want something else to get burned in the process.

[Acts of violence are the best deterrent for horror.]

[connecticut]

[She snorts a bit rather than properly laughing.]

I shouldn't think that's funny.

[ghostthatlingers]

Just let me know if you hear any of them even thinking about speedos. [She smirks and motions up to the sky.] Especially with this crappy weather.

[connecticut]

Think I can't take them down myself?

[ghostthatlingers]

No, but you might want someone to hold them down.

[connecticut]

Fair enough.