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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 7
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. Pet Adoption. Maybe you have the perfect genetically engineered pet in mind. Maybe you found a stray little escapee--do you keep it or turn it in? There's a reward if you let Bifrons know where the potentially dangerous little bugger is at, after all.
3. Alterations. Feel like you need an edge in the city? Find yourself injured and looking at options? Why not consider genetic alterations or, better yet, upgrading to a better, healthier you? Be warned, some of the side effects can be a little unpleasant.
4. Network Glitches. Strange garbled messages keep trying to come through in audio and text, but no way to track where they're coming from. Do you try to make contact? Compare notes with others? Surely it's nothing to be concerned about, right?
5. Dome Glitches. What was that in the window? There, again, in the bathroom mirror! Is that another you, living another life? Or maybe you spot an ominous shadow lurking around in the corner, something like a dysthrope but...worse. You're not going crazy, are you? Others see it, too, don't they? Oh, I wouldn't touch that reflective surface if I were you, or you might end up thinking you're living in that strange other world.
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 picks up the boots and puts them over his shoulder. "But it doesn't look like you have anything like that around here. And since getting here, I've felt like I couldn't take as much punishment as I used to. Does everybody feel like that here?"
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Hell he can't even see signs of bone remodeling. Shit's thorough, wheatever he was using. "Anything more substantial than a human gets knocked down a few pegs when they get here. No goddamn idea why they do that other than probably trying ot keep themselves from getting killed."
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When the scan finishes, Caine relaxes. "Probably a good idea. Can't say I'm too happy about being shuttled out here," he sighs. "Can't say I'd stay polite if I met the one responsible."
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He'll manage it.
"Sorry. Normally I warn people before- I just- but head injuries. That shit's serious."
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"I was excited to get something like my usual boots back," he raises his eyebrows and sighs heavily. "Maybe that was a little premature. Guess I'm really going to have to learn to do without."
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"Nah. Somth'n from home, I get it. Test 'em closer to the ground and take notes. If they work out awright? Go for it. Just...wear protective gear. You're not as able to take a hit as you used t'be."
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"Sure," Caine nods, but he knows it's going to slip sometime or other.
"I don't know," he frowns and hikes the boots up higher on his shoulder. "If I'm lucky they'll give out when I'm testing them closer to the ground. And if I'm not? They'll give out when I'm trying to hairpin turn into an alley." And no spray here would fix that kind of accident. "What kind of protective gear is available here?"
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"Could get one of the non bifrons techs to double check the work. STark's got a good rep. He could do ya a favor."
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"Depends on what he wants in return for the favor, but I'll talk to him if you think he's that good."
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"Money, information, booze. That kinda shit. He redid my eye when it got fucked up 'while back."
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"Sounds promising, at least those first two things do," Caine tilts his head and looks at Whiskey's eye again. "Guess he must be pretty good if you trust your eyesight to him."
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"How much information is in my file?" Would it tell him if he really is genetically pre-disposed to attack Entitleds?
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"What about any genetic breakdowns?" To Caine, a genetic breakdown would be a very important part of any complete file. "...Did you happen to see any kind of anomaly, anything that could suggest I might be inclined to attack someone in particular?"
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"I know it seems impossible, but genetics are everything. The human genome is like a soul. No one says anything like 'follow your heart' where I'm from, we all know what our path is from the get go." Or they're defective.
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"...and they weren't clones?" Obviously not, clones were never really viable for sustained life. This is kind of breaking Caine's head-- this is like saying he could be in three different places at once. It's impossible.
"You couldn't have had a Recurrence, you're still alive." Not to mention even if he had died and had a Recurrence, it would have been the fastest Recurrence known to humankind.
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