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?


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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

[bottombitch]

Well, yeah, but just. It sounds weird. We usually don't go around calling each other 'humans' unless you're not a human and you're trying to be real obvious about it.

[ Like in the movies. ]

Saint Pigeonations. [ Aoba repeats it, because somehow this sounds real fake. He gets a mental image of a normal high school, only with pigeons. Aoba also has a sinking suspicion that this might actually be a thing and he hates that he has to ask. ]

...Is it a school for young pigeons?

[partridgicide]

[ Without a hint of irony or sarcasm. ]

Of course. What else would it be? Do you not have schools anymore?

[bottombitch]

N-no! We totally have schools, we just --

[ Aoba blurts out his reply in too loud a voice, realizing it of course juuust too late. So he tightens his lips over his teeth, forming a thin line as he feels himself clam up. He lets himself clear his throat before he speaks again.

Because honestly... how can you teach a class when you're as small as a pigeon... or a small dog. ]

I mean, you wouldn't exactly be taken very seriously in a normal school, would you...?

[partridgicide]

On the contrary. Considering mankind accidentally wiped themselves out, it is easy to be seen as an improvement. We have one human student on our campus and she seems to manage just fine.

[ Granted Hiyoki is . . . Hiyoko, but she manages. ]

[bottombitch]

Wiped themselves out?!

[ How can someone so casually drop a bomb like that in this conversation? This is just unreal! And of all things to rule the world after humanity suffered an epic fail, it's... birds?!

Aoba tries to imagine a scenario where this is possible and he comes up with nothing. This is just so bizarre that he can't help but blurt out: ]

...Just what kind of messed up world do you come from?!

[partridgicide]

[ Aoba is very lucky Shuu isn't one for superiority. Nor does he care about the world. The only thing Shuu cared about is long gone. ]

What does the world have anything to do with it? I doubt human behavior has changed that much across universes. Are you saying that human no longer lack fear of the unknown, that they would not do desperate things in desperate times?

If so, I'd call you horribly naive.

[bottombitch]

Naive?!

Of course humans still have fears and act out of desperation! But that's...

[ Not how the story is supposed to go, is it? Mankind is always supposed to overcome adversity, make do with what they have, struggle and win... right? ]

...Failure isn't supposed to be an option.

But I guess that's part of the reason why we're here, huh?

[partridgicide]

[ Shuu turns his black eyes on Aoba. Pitiless and dark. ]

Is that so? I suppose it could be part of one's reasoning.