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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 6
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. Toss in the odd memory blanks and the everpresent logo of Bifrons incorporated and it's enough to make someone paranoid.
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. You know the story of Noah? No? Now you're living it. Sealed portions of the districts are overfilling with water, flooding streets, fields, and select city blocks. Do you climb up to get to safety, shut off the water, or find a way to break down the barrier to the next sector over?
3. Genetic Altering. What it says on the tin. Except...it's not quite gone right, has it? Are you supposed to spit acid when you hiccup? Are your insides acid resistant? No? Oh dear. Warped experiments gone wrong, your augmentation has twisted around on you for horrific or hilarious results.
4. Memory Glitch. No one knows your face. You don't exist on the network. In fact...you're not all that certain you are who you think you are anyway. Haven't you always lived here?
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. Outside the Dome You're out and about without an armed escort, suited up against the atmosphere and dysthropes. It's supposed to be a green sector in this run down shell of what used to be a suburb, right? Nothing could possibly go wrong
7. Wildcard. Choose your own adventure or create a cocktail from the presented options! The choice is YOURS.
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He licked his lips and drew in a long breath, held it, stuffed his crap back in his pockets and sighed. His package of cigarettes drenched but he was sure it would soon dry enough to smoke. He took Elizabeth's burden in his arms and nodded to her question. He then led them a few feet to set the paper bag down on the curb and sat himself down next to it. His eyes moved back toward the building and a hand moved to his face with a tired rub to his eyes. "This kind of thing isn't something that happens a lot.. right?" She's been here longer than he has and he put a lot of faith in her to lead him around as she put in him to lead her out of Columbia.
Though he did shake that faith a few too many times he still was able to accomplish his mission -- only to rectify past and future sins in the end.
Not that he enjoyed thinking about this often, but the fact that water had him washing out of his home was something that led him down that particular thought pattern.
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She peers at what Booker is fussing with in his pocket, wondering if it's his cigarettes. After thinking about what would have to be done to make the apartment less prone to mold, she could use one. But given Booker looked rather damp at the moment, even if it was his cigarettes they're no doubt going to be a challenge to light right now.
"How much do you have on you? Enough for a room for tonight?"
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"Stay here." He more asked than commanded. It wouldn't take her long to see exactly what he was doing: pilfering the goods that spilled out of the building. It wasn't anything she would be surprised about, not with the things she's seen him do in Columbia, the things she knew about him from the time before he came to Columbia.
When he returned to her he nodded down the street. "You ready to go?"