( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 7

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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. 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.

Comments

Ruvik | The Evil Within

[ruvik]

Network
Subject 12-C exhibits interesting resistance to the effects of the virus. Skin should be at a far more advanced level of deterioration. Much of it appears healthy, but previous study indicates the likely development of lesions within the next few hours.

Subject's Cerebral Cortex has also proved resilient. Memory and language skills remain remarkably intact at this stage of infection. Subject is aware of what is happening and communicates desire for death over the alternative. That wish cannot be granted.

The Cerebellum displays even fewer signs of deterioration. A common factor with most subjects thus far, but 12-C's appears almost normal.

Fear response is interfering with rational thought. Practical conversation is impossible at this point. Subject rambles about the inevitable loss of self, or verbatim, loss of soul.

12-C will be monitored closely until the infection is overpowering, but I believe this delay shows promise. I hope to find similar subjects for further comparison.

Aaaaction? 8D Llllet me know if this isn't cool and I'll fix...? 8D;;

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth is quick to jump on the posting and put a trace on it. There are only a few things that cause her to go off without running it by anybody else, and experimentation is one of them. She paces around her desk, waiting for the trace to come back, getting her protective gear on, her service weapon, and tazer-glove.]

[She's suited up and ready when the ping comes back, and she's out the door. Without Taylor, there isn't going to be any dramatic entrance-- but she doesn't want one. She climbs up the side of the building, onto the roof, and enters from a ventilating duct. She's as quiet as she can manage, but she's still only human.]

[Elizabeth peers through the dark, tranquilizer gun up, wondering if she even has the right place.]