TEST DRIVE MEME #3

[spoofer]

Test Drive Meme #3

I walk around with all my violent decisions.

Prison World Prequel: Spidermarvel

D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. has learned a new trick to stop characters from defying the end of the multiverse. These are prison worlds, alternative universes, where prisoners are brainwashed into native conflicts so that they will kill each other.

NEW CHARACTERS: BRAINWASH

One minute, you're escaping your dying homeworld. Perhaps through a wormhole, perhaps with some incredible leap of technology, sorcery, or on a magic steed— regardless of the how, the why was clear. Everything you once knew tearing apart at the seams, facing utter destruction at the mercy of an apocalypse no one had predicted.

The next instant, you topple into a street covered in rubble. The Battle of New York (spoilers in the link) rages around you.



Armored humanoid aliens, the Chitauri, run amok in the streets, armed with staffs that blast powerful energy bolts. A hundred times larger, fish-like "Leviathans" are gliding through the air, with fangs as tall as people, damaging skyscrapers with their massive flippers, and ejecting yet more of the Chitauri from their sides. Around you, fires burn and humans are running in every direction in panic, barely taking a second to notice anything outlandish about your appearance. In the distance, there's a blue, glowing portal hundreds of feet in the air.

Maybe you stand and fight. Perhaps you find a citizen or a fellow world-hopper bleeding and hurt and you try to help. Maybe it's the faraway portal you're going for, assuming this is just that damn apocalypse again— but that's when something feels ever so slightly wrong.

This is the sensation of your memories starting to warp, your very identity shaping to fit this world. Your powers starting to flicker, gutter, not operating quite right. Glance down, and for a split-second, it's like your hands are-- pixellated? But blink again, and it's over. Hell, there are more important things to take care of right now...

EXISTING CHARACTER: WRAITH MODE

Technology lights up in the Citadel, the defense systems coming online abruptly, dozens of screens and interfaces crawling with unrecognizable code— and special instructions. Using a visor at the Citadel, brief journeys to the prison world are possible. When you appear in the Battle of New York, the visitors appear like ghosts displaced from space and time. You are now in wraith mode, incorporeal, intangible, and invisible to most of the inhabitants of the Prison World. However, you can be seen and heard by the new prisoners, all the while retaining their personalities and identities. Simulation or transportation? It's hard to tell.

The Temple lights up too, revealing a new chamber filled with dozens of strange stone beds, dimly aglow. But the technology or magic there refuses to reveal anything else.

HEATWAVE IN THE CITY

A week after you arrive in Xistentia, you are still trying to get a grip with life in the city, your new apartment, still trying to understand exactly what's needed of you. The inhabited parts of the urban development have wide boulevards and beautiful facades, well-groomed trees on every street. The further you go from the growing colony, the more overgrown and wild the buildings look, small flocks of birds singing at you from the bridges.

Beyond the streets, the natural environment around you-- wherever you choose to explore— is supposed to be perfect; the weather in Xistentia is designed to be temperate in the city, hotter on the beach, cooler in the forest. But in recent days, the temperature has been climbing. It's a steady thing, but it's felt throughout the whole of Xistentia, and it's not long before it becomes unpleasant, humid and heavy heat that sticks your shirt to your skin.

Your daemon trills, requiring your attention. You've noticed that it now looks different now than it did back in the Prison World, no longer a simple cellphone. When you touch the hologram popup, the message reads:

F.A.T.E.S. WARNING SYSTEM
Threat Assessment: Mild
Phenomenon Type: Weather System Compromised
Predicted Duration: 72 hours

Due to massive energy discharge from D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.'s Prison World program, a heat wave has come. Residents are advised to remain cool indoors or hydrated outside. F.A.T.E.S. requests your assistance offsetting repair power costs by temporarily increasing physical contact, including intimacy. Remember, safezone protocol will prevent combat within the city excepting sparring at gyms.

With expected assistance, the weather system will be corrected in 72 hours.

Fate is your hands. Or possibly your arms, if you're more of a hugger. As characters initiate physical intimacy within the city, they may notice the nearest lamps in the streets brightening.

NETWORK

Chances are pretty good that your daemon is not a phone or a computer or a wax-sealed piece of parchment or a Howler, nothing with a convenient camera or a keyboard; it probably isn't even a pocket sized. Likelier, it stares at you with eyes that contain the lenses-- or powers-- of a camera, and some part of its body projects a holographic keyboard into the air. For those of us who are not accustomed to manipulating intangible light prisms, it's not very intuitive to type on.

But here's your network access. Accessible to all your fellow travelers in XISTENTIA.

Misfires, typos, and blurry video footage are likely. Time to feel like a Luddite!

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

sUPER FUN!

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. But like OOCly ask permission ofc.

Comments

[poenitudo]

what's a dimensional map?

[ honestly, Jaden doesn't find the whole idea very reassuring. ]

my world has a mirror universe, too. Actually, it's more like... a negative version of my world. Things are switched, over there. That's where I thought I was going, and I ended up here.

Why do you need to find people from your Earth?

[bangitybang]

Like Yggdrasil or Dante's seven circles, the illustrations. I wish there was a map of the cosmos so we could navigate clearly

[WHY WOULDN'T YOU WANT CHARTS AND DIAGRAMS JADEN

everything is better with charts and diagrams.]

The end of your world must have been terrible to drive you to seek refuge in such a place
I am not trying to pry, these are my sympathies offered
I think my primary motivation for finding such people is my need for reassurance and solidarity
Also I would hope we could work together to rebuild it and then return together too
I prefer to work in small teams.
Do you mind me asking if you are a human?

[poenitudo]

No, the Other World is not that bad - for someone like me,
anyway.
Do you think you need people from your world to be given reassurance? Because I might not come from the same place as you, but let me tell you: here, it's not so bad.

I don't. I haven't made it a secret here. I'm a werewolf.

[bangitybang]

I can see that living here is okay, there is food and water, shelter and medicine
But being here is contingent on my homeworld having been destroyed. Or sitting on the brink of destruction, and most of the people in it killed and gone
It's my job to protect those people
But I think, even if it weren't, I would feel terrible to have lost the ones I care about
Maybe I'm the one who needs reassurance
That I can save them.

It's nice to meet you, werewolf
I am glad that you feel safe here

[poenitudo]

if it's your job to protect people, then you're in the right place, I think. You can do more here, from what I understand, than you would back home.


I don't know if I care as much as you do. This feels more like a reboot for me. Maybe I won't fuck it up as much.

I wouldn't say I feel safe here, but I feel like nobody gives a shit about what other people are.

[bangitybang]

I think you can stay here if you want to. Maybe if you turn over your new leaf, you'll get to keep it
And you're probably right
This is where I should be for now.
I suppose I miss them and do not think I would do a better job here than many of the people I left behind.
Are the people apathetic or also kind?

[poenitudo]

your job is to protect people. Are you not good at it?

I think people here come from all sorts of places and are all sorts of things themselves, so they don't care about what other people are.

[bangitybang]

I'm very good at it but I'm not the best
There are protectors who wield the abilities of gods and have been fighting for thousands of years
I'll do what I can, I just won't pretend to be more than I am

There is no 'us vs them' here yet? I suppose because we have a common enemy

[poenitudo]

is there a 'us vs them' for you back home?

maybe it just hasn't happened here yet. maybe it's the future and people are more willing to be open to differences. Maybe everyone's special, here. I don't know yet, still trying it on for size, myself.

[bangitybang]

A little. Plenty of people try to make it that way. There are people trying to start a war

What do you do to pass the time? What has fit the size so far