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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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"Hmm, the tattoos have always been a good bluff," he laughed warmly, though it was hard to say if it was because of the drink or not. "So, since you're not a gambler, what is it you like to do around here for fun, Max?"
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"Reading in a casino. That's a new one," he shifted his stance, still looking interested, but definitely more comfortable now. He took a long draw of his drink, his gaze never leaving Max, focusing on him and blocking out the rest of the casino, seeing it in sweeps of color and blurs or motion and light. "What sort of book?" he inquired. "Or maybe I can guess." He canted his head, considering the other for a moment. "Mystery?"
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Max snorted at the game. "I like a lot of things. History is good, reading about Earth and everything before the Dome. Fantasy novels."
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"Earth, huh?" he asked. Talking about the planet like it was a foreign thing was still strange to Eames, but it hammered home the reality this was not Earth and definitely not his era, and probably not a dream. As crazy as some people dreamed, he had never heard of anyone making another planet, a whole society on this scale. No, not a dream... and he wished that was a comforting thought.
"I prefer the ones with grand heroics, myself," he chuckled. "There's something quite lovely about getting to be the big damn hero."
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"Oh, those are fun too. Save the world and all that."