Test Drive Meme #8 (NSFW)

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #8

I believe in the death of tomorrow

INTRODUCTION ⇄ FAQ ⇄ APPLICATIONS

CRASH LANDING

Exit one dimension, enter the next. It was chaos: pressure against your ears, light bending in an impossible, unimaginable way. The very molecules of your body vibrating against one another. If you have windows, the view outside makes no sense. Even if not, your hands, your face, your feet seem like an uncertain thing. It's the feel of reality itself tearing apart, reshaping, reconnecting, thread by thread.

And suddenly, there's a beach— or ocean, whichever you land in. Smoke. Fire. Salt water churning up, fizzing around, almost at odds with the layer of thick snow over everything.


Maybe you crash, in a ship wrecking into sand. Maybe you merely stumble out of a portal, a ragged wormhole in space. Or maybe you fall off the back of an incredible steed, some creature that carried you into this place. Either way, there's pandemonium around you. Incredibly, severe injuries are far and few between— nobody's screaming about the dead. But you might have to help pull someone free of wreckage, or move quickly to salvage burning belongings from the landing craft. Maybe it's the crafts themselves, that you're trying to salvage.

Likely, you don't know them, these other strangers who arrived here^[1]. Maybe you don't trust them— you just came out of a dying world, after all. But you all have one thing in common: you're here now.

When you get a second to breathe, maybe you'll see it. The snowy forest across the sand. Beyond that, the glint of a faraway city.

Dinner with a Succubus (NSFW)

Your first dinner party in Xistentia^[2] is a sumptuous and luxurious dinner that takes place at the private residence of one of the natives.

As you step in, the first thing you notice is the scent of indigenous flowers mingled with the floating traces of savory and sweet from the elaborate buffet set up on the side. Treats from around the Multiverse.



However, sectioned off from these public areas, there are spaces reserved for sexual activity. It's not so surprising, when you remember that the lights outisde, the power behind the city itself, runs off human emotional interaction— and desire is a powerful emotion indeed. These rooms feature every conceivable surface you might want to tangle on, from silk to lacquered desks, to rubber.

Chests hold sundry toys and other equipment. Rooms have beds sized comfortably from anywhere from one to five people, and there are peepholes. Everything is marked with painted symbols in a language that is known to no one person, but somehow universally comprehensible.

NETWORK

Xistentia now has its own 'friending app.' You can use it to make connections with new people! But beware, your daemon may well post without your permission, and things could get pretty embarrassing.

F.A.T.E.S. thought it was a pretty good pun: Synchr. Get it? Like sinker? Hook, line, and?


TEMPLATE
Select and copy the code below, paste into your entry. (The font is tiny for ease of copying!)

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<div style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial Narrow, sans serif; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -10px; text-align: center; color: #000;"><b>NAME</b> ▐ AGE</div>

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</raw-code>** INSERT YOUR PROFILE CODE HERE **

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<center><table><tr><td style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#2EB82E;">✓</span> </td><td style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span></div></td></tr><tr><td style="text-align: center"><big><big><big><b>YES</big></big></big></b><br />
<textarea><span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#2EB82E;">✓</span></textarea></td><td style="text-align: center"><big><big><big><b>NO</big></big></big></b><br />
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CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

1. Some of these can be nameless, plot-device NPCs to facilitate interactions! But even in this case, please avoid gore in describing their current state of being. Anyone dead or catastrophically injured will have disappeared by the time your characters make it to Xistentia. There are no corpses or dying here.
   
   
2. If you decide to join the game, this party may be patched over into the sex-themed Gala detailed in the announcement. The IC log is already up, but friends-locked!

Comments

[boogerman]

crash landing

[Something dark and sinuous streaks across the sky, dissolving into grains of sand as it goes, and one odd thin fellow is falling out of the sky, having lost his ride. Yelling all the way down, he slams facefirst into a snowdrift, and recovers far too quickly. He's tall, he's grey, he's wearing a black cloak like a second skin, he has no damn eyebrows, and he should have had a few broken bones from that, not just a bit of a stagger. He's pointing at the sky and screaming to no one:]

Get back here right this instant or when I get my hands on you--

[Oh. Plane crash. It's his lucky night. Theirs, not so much, but what's an intangible Boogeyman to do? Can't drag victims out of the fire when you can't touch them, can you? No one will even know he's here.]

[He steps into the shadows, only to reappear on top of one of the few hunks of metal not on fire. Curious, there isn't quite as much fear in the air as he expected... and no sirens in the distance. Is no one coming to help?]



synchr

synchr

PITCH ▐ xxx

Please go the fuck to sleep.

✓	✕
YES <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#2EB82E;">✓</span>	NO <span style="font-family: times; font-size:40px; color:#CC0000;">✕</span>

lmao what is this un

[pridestar]

✕

That's a weird demand to make. You have something against insomniacs?

a booger you can't wipe off

[boogerman]

Do you have something against sweet dreams and a good night's rest?

[pridestar]

You could say I'm not used to it.

You're all about the sleep hygiene and mental health?

[boogerman]

I'm the Sandman. It's what I do.

[pridestar]

I'm not too familiar with the myth, although it sounds familiar. You are a myth? Or at least, human beings, we'd see you as one?

[look he has no way of knowing how incredibly Wrong he is, ok.]

[boogerman]

[He shouldn't shoot the messenger. Absolutely should not throttle his poor snake daemon for relaying that. And he manages not to, though it does take him a few minutes to send something back. The nerve of some people.]

You wouldn't see me at all if that's the way you feel about it.

craughs

[pridestar]

I don't think that that's how these computers work. We may be from very different worlds, that's all.

What kind of 'pitch' are you named after?

:>

[boogerman]

Tar. Pitch. Thick sticky black blood.

[on_thin_ice]

[ Jack laughs as he sits on top of his staff. ]

Not your most graceful landing.

[boogerman]

[At least he can pick himself right up.]

We can't all fly, Frost.

[on_thin_ice]

I don't see how that's my problem.

[ He leaps down from his staff, resting on his toes. ]

[boogerman]

So why don't you fly off?

[Forget everything being on fire, this is clearly more important.]

[on_thin_ice]

There isn't anywhere to go.

[ Jack waves his hands. ]

I did that already. This place is tiny.

[boogerman]

[...that explains the lack of sirens.]

How tiny is tiny?

[on_thin_ice]

Tiny for us. It feels like the size of a city.

[boogerman]

Better than the other weird little bubble, then.

[A whole city is much better than a sad tiny 'summer camp'.]

synchr

[shadowblends]

✓

but i'm not tired?

[boogerman]

So what are you saying 'yes' to?

[Technology is such a nuisance.]

[shadowblends]

'yes' to being friends, i believe?
that's what the app is for.

[boogerman]

Do you say yes to everyone? That's no good. I could be planning to pluck out your eyeballs and eat them.

[shadowblends]

actually, i don't use this app all that often.
but i'll pass on any eyeball plucking, thanks.

[boogerman]

Really. What makes me so special?

[shadowblends]

i don't know? [it's only a small lie.]
you tell me.

[boogerman]

You don't know. So you would say yes to any random weirdo?