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test drive | 1
Welcome to the first test drive for Systemwide! We are excited to have you. All prospective players are welcome to tag in and test out their characters, be they unplugged or free born. We would like to offer a range of scenarios that can be expected during gameplay, which are also useable prompts for app samples, and of course, if something else about the setting strikes you, feel free to come up with your own!
Please put your character name and canon in your subject line, and indicate which prompt you are launching from.simulation | maybe this is your first time. perhaps you've been here countless times. it's a room, as confined as a boxing ring, as expansive as a battle field, whatever you need it to be, whatever you're here to train for.
1. Before you is a city of rooftops, empty of human life. This is a safe place, because while it may hurt you, at least it won't kill you. Perhaps you are practicing your influence over reality, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Are you successful, or are you failing to free your mind? Perhaps you're helping someone else overcome their fear of heights.
And of course, an operator can always load up some Agent-like training programs to make it interesting.2. Congratulations, you know kung-fu, or maybe some other system of combat, like crazy parkour archery, cartwheeling with guns, or sword fighting on horse back. Perhaps you're trying out something even more fantastic, a magical skill or a superpower.
Show me. Or a friend.mission | whether on board a ship or with your mind sunk deep into a Matrix, you will have to join the battle eventually. sometimes things go terribly wrong. what are you gonna do about it?
reality | as much as many Matrixes are designed to be a comfort, you have to face the real world sometime. or maybe this is the world you have only ever known.3.
Something's gone wrong with this extraction.There's a lot of information to process. Your target's been extracted, and that's the good news -- your ship, in reality, is heading to their location now -- but the bad news is your team has been scattered. You could be anywhere within this Matrix, deep in the jungle, or lost on a subway train, or staggering out of the crashing waves of a night time beach, and the operator needs a minute to figure out your exact location before they can direct you to a port out of here, or send another operative to collect you.
All you have to do is stay alive for that long. Easy, right?4.
You were warned of this. You've been prepared in endless simulations, with a dozen cautionary tales, training sessions with the EMP. Still, it's nothing like you imagined, when the operator shouts: "Sentinel closing in at seven o' clock. It's gaining."
And then the shriek of metal.5. Annual celebrations are rare to come by, but the anniversary of Neo's Truce is one that always draws in the crowd. The event takes place in a massive cavern in Zion known as the Temple, and there is music, and there is dancing [a little NSFW].
Everyone is there.
Where are you?6.
The wind on your face, up here on the desolate surface, tastes bitter, different to what it feels like in a simulated reality. It's freezing cold and always dark, but sometimes, you need a reminder about what it is you're fighting for. Or maybe you're seeing the wasteland of Earth for the first time.
Either way, you shouldn't be out here for too long. The machines might find you.wildcard | choose your own adventure.
7. Perhaps you're riding with the Dothraki, or sitting under the Sorting Hat for the first time. Maybe the pleather bodysuit is pinching under your armpits as the traffic of the 90's roars by, or the Nova Empire's sprawling city glitters, towering above you. Maybe you're showing someone around the place you called home for your entire fictional life.
Or perhaps it's nothing as fantastical as that: the Council meeting droned on for two hours, and you're just happy to be home, even if it's a tiny enclosure with rust-edged furniture. Maybe someone's coming over for lunch, and there are real greens in the protein slurry today; maybe you're about to ask to join a crew.
There are infinite worlds to explore, but try to remember that only one of them is real.
simulation;
Come on, man, it's just like riding a bike. Or maybe it's like falling off a bike. Either way, easy.
[ Once you get over the theoretical certain death. ]
Would it help if we got something really scary to chase you? What's your poison? It's clowns, right? It's always clowns.
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Evidently it's not up to Dean's standards either, because he pulls an almost comically incredulous face at the metaphor.]
Yeah, no, I remember the last time I was chased by a clown and fell off my bike two miles to the ground. Yeah, no, that was good times.
[He responds, like Peter's out of his goddamn mind.
He holds his hands up.]
How about we just- I don't know- go back to that... karate chopping simulator one, that one was a lot less... worst thing ever.
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[ Did he say bikes. Maybe he meant spaceships, because he's fallen out of a few of those a few too many seconds after take-off.
Peter raises his hands in a mirror gesture, placating, but the smile on his face implies he's amused at Dean's expense. ]
You gotta earn your karate chops, my friend. One jump, then you can get right back to your dates with Mr. Miyagi.
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Jerk.
His lips purse unhappily, considering the offer. He does like those karate chops...
He breathes out slowly and, after a hesitant beat, finally gives a decisive nod.]
Okay. Yeah, okay.
[He claps his hands together, rubs them absently. It's fine, he can totally do this. It's totally fine, he's seen people do this. And besides, it's not like he's gonna die.
It probably doesn't even hurt.
...Probably.
He licks his lips, then glances at Peter again.]
So, what, I just- jump? This is gonna work, right? If you're screwing with me, so help me god-
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Yeah, you got me. I'm just screwing with you. Mopping you off the pavement, guaranteed hilarity.
[ Incredulous in a very flat, casual way, and this time when he slaps Dean on the back it's got a little more forward momentum. Forward towards the ledge. Hint, hint. ]
Of course it's gonna work, now come on. I heard it's chicken paste for dinner tonight, you know the line's always killer.
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Jesus-
[He bites, the word cut off at the end as he pulls back again, head ducked, circling away. He's never been a fan of heights, not ever. One reason of 10,00 he hates planes, and here he is.
That is really... really friggin' high.
He passes a hand over his mouth, then turns again. Alright. Okay. Alright.]
...I am not missing chicken paste night again.
[And with those eloquent last words, he pushes himself into a spring and hauls ass toward the ledge.
...only for his legs to lock up in terror on the last step, which is totally unintentional, pure instinct. His arms windmill for purchase for a tragic second or two, but there's no stopping it now, it's far too late for that crap.
In slow motion, he clears the ledge and
falls, plummeting story after story toward the ground, wind rushing passed him, terror in his heart, a curse on his lips.]
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu--
[If his heart were physically in the matrix, all those decades of a meat-only diet would be taking their toll right about know and causing it to promptly stop in his chest. As it stands, he lives through the fall, it's just the landing he's got to worry about.
All of his muscles brace for impact, and he's one hundred percent positive in that moment that he's going to die. Fortunately, the ground gives way like a trampoline, slowing him to a near-stop before it bounces up again. He flails like a fish on dry land, turning over, legs kicking, and then lands finally with a solid thud on the pavement.
Which may not suck as bad as, you know, pancake status, but holy crap it still sucks so bad.]
Okay, ow.
[Seems like an accusation, and it's a serious understatement.]
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Nice.
[ Peter sounds amused. Which is kind of a dick move, he's aware, but something tells him Dean reacts better to someone being kind of a dick than someone being sympathetic and holding his hand. Still, there's such a thing as a happy medium, so— ]
Six times. That's how many times I fell. You'd think spending most of my time in zero G would've been better practice.
[ He wanders over to the edge to look down, and there's a thoughtful beat before he turns, fixing Dean with a curious look. ]
Back home, did you ever do anything crazy? Like the impossible, shouldn't-be-standing here kind of crazy.
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Thanks.
[He returns dryly, unimpressed. But even so, yeah, no, Quill's spot on with his assessment. He'll take sarcasm and douchery over hair stroking any day of the week.
Six times isn't a reassuring number. When he hears it, he glances over the edge and frowns, trying to imagine falling off of that damn thing half a dozen times and cringing internally. He'd nearly pissed himself after the first and somehow? That doesn't make the second one seem all that much easier. It's a relief, at least, to know for a fact that he's not going to break every bone in his body and then die, but damn if the drop doesn't still suck.
The question pulls him away from his thoughts, a confused little divot dipping into his brow as he tries to figure out the angle behind the inquiry.]
Once or twice.
[He says, though there's an amusement in his tone that suggests the number's way higher. Back home, shouldn't-be-standing-here kind of crazy was basically Tuesday.
So, yeah. Definite yes on that. He tacks on a suspicious:]
Why?