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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 003.

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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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. ]

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.]

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.]

Attempt to refrain isn't specific enough for my peace of mind, Omega. You want this to work, we make a set of protocols for you to follow. Figure that frame is easy enough for you to settle into.

Protocols. [His voice is a combination of a snarl and a sneer. Ah well, it was worth a try to gain as much freedom of action as he could.]

What sort of protocols?

The kind that keep you from strangling people with their own entrails unless they've earned it. And trust me- some people here? Have earned it. But most haven't.

Not asking much of me are you?

[As long you don't expect him to completely repress his nature. He needs an outlet for his violent tendencies.]

Considering you can't even gut a man right now I don't think it's something we'll have to worry about for awhile. You wanna be an asshole and be aggressive? Fine. You want to HURT someone? Take it out on a punching bag.

[Perhaps not now, it's only a matter of time. But you go ahead and underestimate him York, you and the rest.]

Given my options, it seems I have very little choice. I will accept your protocols in return for your assistance.

There are missions- when you're trained up enough to not die horribly, that'll let you vent those urges on the things outside the dome. Save it for them.

Missions... [He chuckles] well, it'll be just like old times now wont it.

Fewer bullets being shot back, but yeah.

Agent York... I have agreed to your terms and now I need something from you.

Send Delta to me.

How about fuck no? I'll come get you myself.

NO! Send me Delta! [His voice is sharp and angry, but then he takes a couple of deep breaths and continues in a calm voice.]

Agent York, try to understand... Delta knows far better than you what I am experiencing right now. I give you my word, he won't be harmed.

[His pride is hurt enough, he doesn't want to be seen in the state he's in right now. Delta at least will understand that.]

Consider it a token of goodwill.

I got killed chasing your ass down. I have no good will to give.

[ So that's what he sounds like when he's angry and himself. Damn. He'd hoped having his own body would make him less intimidating.

No such luck. But York is not a man that will be moved. The reasoning he gets, but Delta doesn't go ANYWHERE in the Dome alone. Let alone into a room with Omega. ]

He'll come. But he's not coming alone. That's as good as it's going to get.

Fine. [The word comes out a snarl, dark almost feral sounding. He's being backed into one corner after another, he's vulnerable and now he's going to be outnumbered.]

[ Bifrons really has no idea the trouble it's in, bringing Omega here. But then who else would be better to burn the bastards to the ground?

At the right time, of course. ]

...they leave you clothes, or you just got the suit and hospital gown combo?

The second one... the gown combo.

Alright. On a scale of CT to Maine, roughly how big are you? I'll bring clothes.

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