Test Drive Meme #2

[spoofer]

Test Drive #2

I saw a flower, furrow, and brook

New TDMers are free to RP here as if "new" or "established;"
"new" is likely easier to keep in continuity after apping.

When gameplay begins, the second wave will have
their own intro plot and crash log!

CREATURES IN THE DARK

Far away from the city, the wall of light that is F.A.T.E.S. seems calm, glowing peacefully. You’re on an evening walk through the city, or maybe on a camping trip in the woods, or maybe on a romantic date on the beach; whatever it is, you’re outdoors, enjoying the apparent peace and quiet, for once.

That is, until you hear a noise. It’s a rustle, or a step, a branch breaking underfoot, a heavier sound than a human would make. And that’s when you find yourself faced with one of the many Xistentia critters: the Green Backed Bison. She's massive, with small horns and a broad, mossy back, a small calf at her side. She does not appear to want to charge you^[1], but that might change, depending on what you decide to do! Either approach it, run away, or go into aggressive mode; how will you react to being introduced to the incredible fauna of Xistentia?

Glitch in the City

The city of Xistentia now boasts a population of over 200 sentient souls! Congratulations on surviving your apocalypse, now feel free to enjoy the city and outlying forest. Today, a number of local businesses are open, including the local tailor, our diner Pop's Chocklit Shop, and Sue's Salads. For now, the only bar and lounge is the atrium of the Citadel, the outpost overlooking the sea. It's a lovely day to be out and about.

But at midday, the rendering errors begin. New arrivals, those who came into Xistentia since the second crash find themselves subject to a bizarre phenomenon, where a holographic projection seems to be floating above their head! It contains data about the character's marital status, preferences for fun and dating activities, and pet peeves... and perhaps embarrassingly, it isn't necessarily accurate.

As your daemon will explain the glitch is easy enough to fix! You can either move 100 yards from the location where it began, or another character can remove it for you by touching the graphic.

RENDERING ERROR #285
Preferred Alias: F.A.T.E.S. McWeirdo
Marital Status: Hateboning Nemesis
Preferred Dating Activity: Creating new universes, maintaining the equilibrium of the multiverse, organizing temporal divergences/alternate universes, restoring damage inflicted by D.E.S.T.I.N.Y.
Other Enjoyable Activity: DJing music
Pet Peeves: Unfiltered tap water, gluten-fee pasta, unscheduled apocalypses

Optional Code
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GAME NIGHT

At 6 p.m., your Daemon starts making noise - a software update is being installed. It lasts for a few minutes, your Daemon mainly unresponsive if you attempt to make it do anything else than upload the data F.A.T.E.S. is sending it. Afterwards, it resumes acting as normal as it did before the update, but if you ask it, your Daemon will tell you:

Upgrade was installed for entertainment and integration purposes; Hangman.exe was installed.

Launch the application, and you will be given a match against one of your fellow citizens who also decided to join the game. On your holoscreen is a rudimentary, simple game of Hangman, as well as a chat window to taunt your opponent if you so choose. However, it becomes clear that F.A.T.E.S. has no idea what she's doing... the first word is 16 letters long, and she has pre-filled in the letters Z, C, and Q.

It's a good day to complain about technology, or start a new game afresh.

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

hells yeah

Footnotes

1. Note any violence or injury in your subject headers, thank you.

Comments

[lacquers]

Yes, or I might end up summoning the wrong thing entirely. Who knows what resides beneath the earth on alien worlds? [ It's not the hierarchy of Hell he's familiar with... ]

Oh, yes. He sank the ship. Had nothing to do with pirates. I doubt there were any pirates within a hundred miles of us at the time.

[ Brings a tear to his eye to remember it. ]

I lost my hat. I was very fond of that hat.

[lacquers]

Yes. I think I'd have to make out-sized summoning circles. Not that I've never done so before, but still.

I don't think he was considering the consequences of his actions very strongly. [ See icon for the face he's making right now.

Affectionately. ]

I live in hope!

[lacquers]

I'm not sure I want to imagine what it is we're desperate for, in that situation.

Yes, we made it out in one piece. Sans hats. [ Can you tell he's never let this go for some reason? ]

I do! I prefer it to the alternative.

[lacquers]

Exactly. I'm usually not calling on them for a weather forecast. Though I can't say I haven't done some totally ridiculous summonses in my time.

Nor I. I don't know what it was about this one that attracted me, only that I had a very strong attachment to it.

I don't think so. I think spinning wildly out of control is a bad thing.

[lacquers]

Hopefully. See, you're being optimistic now! Maybe it's catching.

[ Magnus is kidding around an awful lot here. ]

Not necessarily. I could have found the outfit it completed though! It was very jaunty.

Thoughts can do that, I find.

[lacquers]

You think a lot, don't you, Axel? [ This observation is made with a lot of affection. ]

It could have been described that way, yes! I was at sea, after all.

If we don't rein them in sometimes, I think so.

[lacquers]

I'm not so sure that's true. Oh, no doubt people think about different things! But as for how much? I'm married to a thinker, Axel. I recognize all the signs.

Just not over a hat specifically? That seems fair. I've since owned a huge variety of clothing I was very attached to, so it shouldn't be looked at as a loss from which there was no recovering.

Advice? From me? I don't know, does that sound like something I'd do?

[lacquers]

Oh, you do? Strongly suspect, hm? That sounds certain.

[ Uh, don't call him out like this! But also, yes. Probably, yeah. Yep. ]

I'm very sad on behalf of your lost clothing items! I once destroyed a pair of shoes with hellfire. It's not actually as dramatic as losing a hat to a sinking ship, but equally sad. I've never found a pair like them since!

I wouldn't dare speculate. You might know, but am I the right one to be determining that? [ Why do you let him get away with this, Axel? Hm? Look at this. ]

[lacquers]

Exactly! Not a bad thing. We are agreed, hm?

Oh, I could. But it wouldn't be the same satisfaction as finding another pair. You can make lightning strike the same place twice if you want, after all. But it's much more satisfying to see it happen organically.

On the tongue of the giver, it can just as easily be preaching, can't it?