( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 003.

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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!

Comments

Voice

[goddamngrenades]

Woooah there. Sounds like someone woke up on the wrong side of the Dome. Take it down a few notches, won't you buddy? We already have a violent psychopath outside the dome, we don't need one in here too.

Voice

[mybadside]

Should I? I would say my anger is exactly proportional to what's been done to me.

[He pauses for a moment, something else about this conversation deserves his attention... how do humans survive, having to process things so slowly. That's it, survival. That voice.]

You sound familiar. I know you.

Voice

[goddamngrenades]

I get that a lot.

[ Disengaging, now. ]




You'll adjust. Provided someone's around to show you how.

[ Okay maybe not so much, fuck it, he's curious. ]

Voice

[mybadside]

Adjust, I don't want to adjust. I'm not one of those who cared to understand your kind, or wished to ape your monkey behavior.

[He gives a cynical snort] Someone like you? Please, I doubt any of you would have the balls to even try.

[His own brother want's nothing to do with him, you Freelancers aren't going to be any more compassionate.]

Voice

[goddamngrenades]

Yeah, well, that's your only option here. You adjust or get yourself killed because you don't know what is and isn't poisonous. Sad way for a spec ops AI to die, innit? I'll be honest. I'd laugh. Big bad ball of rage doesn't even know how to survive.

Keep be'n a jackass? No one'll show you anything except the business end of a rifle. And without Tex? I'm willing to bet that won't go how you want it.

Voice

[mybadside]

I take your point. [Fuck you York for pointing it out]

And how am I supposed to behave? I don't exactly do nice.

Voice

[goddamngrenades]

You were a fragment of a fragment, before. Now? You got a head full of your own squishie brain to develop however you want. Welcome to induced metastability. I'm sure you could fake it if you needed to.

Voice

[mybadside]

Oh goodie... I'm sure it'll be a truly magical experience.

Voice

[goddamngrenades]

Oh good you've already mastered sarcasm. You're gonna go far, kid.

Voice

[mybadside]

I propose an arrangement then... You and the others help me with this, flesh issue and in return I will attempt to refrain from indulging in my, less than social instincts.

[Doc was a fucking moron but the fool had his uses. He'd gained at least some self control from dealing with his obnoxious pacifism.]

[alaspooryork]

York, I strongly recommend you disengage. I believe I recognize this voice as Omega.

[mybadside]

Delta? Well, now this is a surprise.

[Since last he heard Wyoming had killed York and presumably you as well.]

[alaspooryork]

[Anger isn't really a part of who Delta is, and yet there's something distinctly aggressive about his tone as he responds.]

I have far more resources in this city than you, Omega. Do not attempt to threaten us.

[mybadside]

Delta, you wound me... why would I threaten you?

[Patience isn't exactly one of his virtues, but it's something he's developed over time. Plus, he knows better than to lie to you.]

Besides, I'm hardly in any position to follow through as I'm sure you're aware.

[alaspooryork]

[Okay, York told him to take it easy, but Delta feels like he has to at least respond a little.]

If you threaten my partner, you threaten me. It is merely a reminder of my position.

[mybadside]

You're getting sentimental in your old age. Not very logical is it?

Perhaps it's all this flesh... how do you stand it?

[Seriously Delta, it's driving him crazy. This body is vulnerable, weak... and he's alone.]

[alaspooryork]

[Ah, the meat of the issue, so to speak. He does ignore the comment about sentiment, because there's a difference between simple emotional response and a loyalty that has beene arned many times over.]

Not without difficulty at first. However, after an initial adjustment period it is nothing that cannot be adapted to by an open-minded individual.

[mybadside]

[Ah well, your host never tried to kill you.]

I despise it Delta.

[Open-minded maybe not so much, but he is a survivor. He's trapped in this flesh, he can't just jump hosts if the odds turn against him... and the odds aren't in his favor already.]

[alaspooryork]

[No, just to sacrifice him to the Meta. But that was South - compared to her, York is a shining paragon of virtue, and is there any wonder Delta prefers his company?

Even so, Delta feels the slightest bit relieved that for once he seems to have the advantage over his more violent brother.]

If there is a way to reverse the process, I have not yet discovered it. It is necessary to adapt.

[goddamngrenades]

Easy, D. I'll handle it.

[alaspooryork]

Acknowledged.

[Fine, fine, he'll let York handle Omega...but Delta sure doesn't look happy about it.]

[goddamngrenades]

Parts of a whole, remember? He got fucked over just as much as you. Hell, he wasn't even the one to fuck up my eye or kill me.

[ That was Wyoming.

Besides, keep your friends close, and your homicidal fragmented unstable AI within range of your primary firearm. ]

[alaspooryork]

[True enough. Even so, Delta huffs lightly.]

That does not mean I am required to like him.

[goddamngrenades]

Don't think I'm going to try to like him either, but we need to keep tabs on him.

[alaspooryork]

Agreed.