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

[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.

[pridestar]

Has anyone ever told you that your alias is kind of foreboding, if it's sweet dreams and sound nights you're talking about?

[boogerman]

If I catch you awake past midnight, I'll pluck out your juicy little eyeballs and feed them to the moon children.

[pridestar]

[.......................]

Excuse me?

You were the Sandman, you said?

[boogerman]

That's right.

They're always, always so very hungry.

[pridestar]

There's something wrong with you. Tell me you're here to save your world, like the rest of us.

[boogerman]

But of course. A Sandman has to look after his precious little ones.

[pridestar]

I have to tell you, your bedside manner could use work.

[boogerman]

Does it matter when talking to someone made out of meat?

[pridestar]

Case in point.

Look, this meat is on your side.

[Why!! does every person!!! in the multiverse! have difficulty with this concept!!!]

[boogerman]

Oh, that's right, we're meant to be making friends here. Aren't we.

[pridestar]

At least allies. We all want to go home.

[Not actually true, but that's the byline and one John is happy to perpetuate.]

You don't think you need friends?

[boogerman]

What sort of 'friends' would I end up with if I pretended to be something I'm not?

sorry i got donkey punched by RL, feel free to disregard if this is too old now

[pridestar]

If the 'something you are' requires being an asshole, you might get pretty good friends with a do-over. Like I said, we have some high stakes here.

naw Pitch is my favorite

[boogerman]

You're forgetting about the 'missions'.

[pridestar]

Being an asshole to the enemy, you mean?

[He wouldn't be incredibly surprised if he misunderstood this character.]

[boogerman]

And really put my heart into it.

[pridestar]

If you think that's possible, without allying yourself-- you wouldn't be the first.

[boogerman]

Fine, fine. I'll probably not actually be taking eyeballs, but I didn't think that needed to be said.

Just probably, mind.

[pridestar]

I want to believe your tone would be less concerning if you were speaking out loud.

WHOOPS late

[boogerman]

You're not scared now, are you?