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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.

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. What are you going to do?

2. Failed Upgrade. One of your upgrades is more wrong than right. How will you cope? What exactly is different? Who will help?

3. Mission outside the dome. You've come under fire. The strange things are coming towards you. Luckily, you have your suit, your teammates, and a lot of firepower. Or are you stranded on your own, looking for someone to come to the rescue? Perhaps you're the rescuer.

4.Infected Something bit you. Now you're turning into them, and all you can hear is a high-pitched squealing in your head, like a frequency you just can't quite hear. Do you tell your loved ones, or do you wait? Do you trust your doctor?

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. Chance encounter makin' my way downtown walking fast, faces pass--you get the point. You bump into someone! Shopping, or strolling in a park? Maybe just lunch in a cafe?

7. Glory to the Network! Network post. Text with general queries, say what you have to say to the entirety of the whole city.

8. Wildcard: Whatever you want. Mix and match, switch and swatch, make something else up entirely!

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Ahhh hello Church, what a pleasant surprise.

[No Tex... not even Doc. He's never been alone before. No, he's going to focus on Alpha, not the sluggish quiet of this fleshy mind he's in. No Tex means no one to stop him from doing exactly what he wants. He has Alpha to himself.]

Well, I guess it's just you and me then. Why don't you come over and give me a hand, for old times sake?

I can give you a bullet instead. It might take a detour through your head. Does that help?

[Oh hey, remember that laugh of his. Only a little darker without Doc's influence to mellow him out.]

You'd actually have to hit me for that to happen. Though, I suppose miracles could actually happen.

Do you believe in miracles... I don't.

[Yeah, it's just as creepy as ever. Hell, it's even a little creepier!]

I'll tell you what isn't a miracle--your face. Wow, I mean, I thought I'd seen some ugly people before, but fuck, man, I almost feel bad for you.

Almost.

Come into range. I could use the target practice. [He really could. There's no shame in running away in a panic if he keeps missing and Omega gets too close, right?]

Oh I think not... not when I can bide my time or better yet, get reacquainted with your other friends here.

Tucker has been most eager to come see me.

You stay the hell away from him. I don't need any...fucking...O'Tuckers running around with evil plans and evil laughter.

Or what? Tell me Church, what exactly do you think you can do?

Get yourself killed again? Or better yet, make one tiny mistake that gets your idiot pal killed? Like you did with Texas.

Apparently death is a thing that just happens to me, so you know what, I'm not even worried about that. How do you kill a ghost? [EMP pulse, Church, that's how. Also, physical human body =/= ghost.]

So how about you just stay away from anyone even remotely on my side before I turn you into a ghost.

Are you going to kill me? Hold a gun to my head and look me in the eye before pulling the trigger. Watch as my brains splatter all over the wall.

Could you do it?

[There's that laugh again, dark rolling laughter of pure malice.]

I know killers and I know you... and you're no killer.

But I am.

I'm a soldier, asswipe. I was trained to kill people. And I don't have to do it as intimately as you think it would go down. I'm sure brains are a bitch to clean up. I'm thinking kneecaps first, and then something much cleaner.

Oh yes, how could I forget. heh

Tell me soldier how many people have you killed? Do you want to compare notes?

I can tell you intimately is the best way. There's nothing like the look on a dying face, that moment when the last ounce of fight fades into acceptance. The sound of someone burbling their own blood. It's been a long time since I've been able to truly enjoy that level of intimacy. Held back as I was...

I have a feeling that won't be a problem anymore.

Definitely kneecaps, then. Both of them. Do you think you have a heart somewhere in there, or is it just a pit of fucking tar? Wanna find out?

I think I wanna find out.

Come and find me then. But I promise you this... I won't kill you.

[Torture yes, but he can't kill you Alpha. In some ways he realizes that's even crueler, but he is what you made him. He might as well make it sound menacing, he does have a reputation to live up to after all.]

[Maybe being Alpha has perks. He knows it--fucked up the Meta's head when all those AI flipped their collective shits upon his arrival--but he doesn't like to acknowledge it. But if the AI here react the same way, it might be hard to deny it.

Even if he doesn't (want to) believe it, he can milk it for all it's worth. On the other hand: torture. Fffffffffun.]

I can't promise the same. I'll make it my job to not make that promise at all.

That's for the best. You've never been very good at keeping your promises anyway... have you?

[He wonders if really can do it, Alpha. The idea is exhilarating and while he doesn't want to die, this flesh bound existence is a hell he does not want.]

What the hell would you know, you cocksucking horse-fucking shitbag ass-whore!

[He's branching out a little in his rage-induced cursing.]

The second I see you, you are dead, okay? I don't give a fuck what my record is or what you or any of these Freelance bitches think!

Oh, I know more than you realize. So much more.

I'll be waiting for you, I may even see you first. [You don't think he's just going to stay put? Oh no, there has to be something around here he can use as a weapon. Even if he has to pry a piece of metal off a duct or table.]

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