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test drive

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?

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.

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.

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.

Comments

Re: pour toujours mon bon garcon~~~*~

[mrsnippy]

"Ow." He jabbed a sharp finger into Captain's shoulder for that slap in a futile attempt to remind Captain that pain actually existed in the real world. His expression soured further at the mission.

"I'm meant to be up on the flight deck in an hour." He groused, before his lips curled up in a sneaky smirk. He'd spotted a way he might be able to work this stupid mission in his favour. He let his anger go in order to wheedle.

"But Captain, do you really want your emissary to be running about in socks? No one's going to want to be your subject if they think you don't even let us have shoes." Had he consciously remembered about his lack of a mask, he might have been able to keep his face from giving him away.

[systemwizard]

"Silly Snippy, boots are for inglorious noobs! You!" They pause, clapping the man by both shoulders and giving him a vigorous shake, "are a ninja among sheep! Skulk and frown your way to success!" There was a very real risk that Snippy was about to have his cheeks joggled by pinching fingers in a way that the Captain had rarely had chance to do in their false memories of wastelands past.

"You are playing on Insane Mode, my littlest humbug, so stretch your quarters out! Your boots are in a transformative state and haven't been unlocked yet! Come again!"

Slamming the door in Snippy's face, the Captain paused and tapped their finger to their lips several times, then swung the door violently open again: "with mein sceptre!" Hopefully the second slam didn't put Snippy's nose out too much. The embassy was still on shaky legs.

[mrsnippy]

"Wha-? You!? Bwah, don't slam the door on me!" He pounded the door with his fists, getting out his frustration by bellowing out exactly how much of a lunatic he knew Captain to be. As it had been back in their shared nightmare, all the yelling really did nothing to make him feel better.

"Fine!" He eventually barked through the door. "I'm going you a sceptre and I'm going to shove it up your G-damn backside!" And with that he stomped off, muttering out an account of the confrontation to a tooth recorder that was no longer there.