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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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Okay one, wow that's worse than Cloverfield. Two, do it again?
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[He does it again, but this time only turning the glasses halfway, Tony gets a lovely view of the desktop and blank wall before the glasses are back on Harry's face.]
Did it work? You got one of the, message things? The fuck is up with that, huh? It's weird right? It's fucking weird.
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Yeah been getting them all morning, weird here's pretty relative, there a mirror near you?
[ that's actually mostly said like there's no punctuation at all. more or less. tony's own video was of him working, but hey guess what's stopped now. ] Cause, uh, we might have something more interesting to talk about.
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[And okay, that sentence collision/unconcern for grammar is weirdly familiar, but...]
Yeah? Like what? [Still mostly unconcerned, Harry steps up in front of the mirror, and after a pause executes an awkward wave.]
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squinting, lots of squinting. mind, fast, going, and -- oh, he's waving, it's probably been a while since tony said anything. but just, uh, wow. he rubs his eyes a little bit, so his video feed goes dark for a second, which is weird, sort of, since. the video's on the glasses right?
but he's turned to look at something else and now he's looking at a mirror nearby on the table of his workshop. weirdly not wearing glasses though, but, flipping back and forth between looking at himself so this guy can see him, and looking at... this guy. ]
I was sort of thinking... This.
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Wait, do that aga- Holy. Fucking. Shit.
[He's actually speechless. This is not an event that happens often. Make a fucking note in your fucking calender.]
What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? Are you fucking kidding me right now?
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Guessing not. Who're you?