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Cybernetic dream, something like you've never seen

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▶ Lisa Frank's LSD Fun House
anytime, anywhere on the moon Iris | top

Everything is darkness except for dim lights sparkling in the distance, a faint gleam that greets you as you start to unfurl from your dormant state. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Throat parched and skin dry and aching, you grope your body in alarm to make sure your possessions are still in place. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers only rewards you with an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

A ⬤ As you traverse the near-barren landscape, you feel something sting your skin. It's small and subtle at first, then you finally catch sight of it: an elegant, crystalline mosquito buzzing around from the corner of your eye. However, a pest is still a pest. After a while, marks near your welts begin to form strange patterns on your skin, mimicking ancient runes. Each rune has with it a particular side-effect that may hinder you on your journey:

✾ The Mark of the Enchanter: Hallucinations, hallucinations galore. Your character will see everything and anything their imagination can conjure and will have difficulty separating reality from fiction.
₪ The Mark of the Destroyer: Limbs start to cease their function, causing you to stumble or try and get around one-handed. Other certain body parts may be affected as well. Look at the bright side: you can stop worrying about jiggle physics and hiding your fear boner.
⍢ The Mark of the Sinner: Your hunger, your thirst, your fatigue and your desire are at an all-time high. Your impulses are rabid and uncontrollable. Maybe you experience only one of those symptoms. Maybe you experience them all. All you know is that you want relief now.

These effects will eventually clear up with a bit of accidental or purposeful physical contact with another person, making you wonder if there was anything wrong with you at all.

B ⬤ Hunger starts to gnaw at you vigorously. Perhaps you consider hunting the moon's creatures to sate your hunger. That's when you see it: a thick, meaty, juicy meal on legs. No, we're not talking about Alex Louis Armstrong. A wild silver-white pegasus runs across the purple landscape, its hair billowing in the wind as its hooves smack loudly against the ground. Try and shoot it, and you may find your efforts curtailed by its legendary rage. Eyes aglow and wings beating up a storm, this pegasus is no dainty horse. Two thousand pounds of pure muscle swoop down and charge at you, all blades and ammunition deflecting off its impenetrable skin. Taming appears impossible; it will buck anyone away and leave a sizable horn- or hoof-shaped hole in them for their efforts. Hunting it, however, should be easier. Relatively.

C ⬤ Or you may decide that you'd like to take a drink in the prismatic waters. A small pond can be found just a few miles away from where you first awoke, but gazing into it reflects what appears to be a window into your own world. You see the faces of loved ones or at least someone very close and familiar to you gathered around your prone body, shaking it frantically as though to try and rouse you, yet your image lies frozen and unresponsive, not even a whisper of life running through you. Did you die in your world? Is this your afterlife? The questions start to pile up along with the gnawing dread that you may never return home again.

▶ Camp Nowhere
anytime, anywhere on the moon iris | top

Time moves strangely when you're trapped on a moon with no sun to guide you. Hours feel like days, and days feel like weeks. Travelling has rendered you weak and tired. Luckily, a few crystal formations in the shape of a cavern may offer you a small place refuge as you decide to nap. You notice a few artifacts left over from previous explorers.

D ⬤ A comm unit abandoned within the cavern will display the former owner's idol obsession. As you tap the buttons indiscriminately, a holographic screen will appear, and you will see a fabulous recorded concert featuring three bubbly young ladies in animal print, singing to you about something called Cordis, a cat, and a bag of gems. Does this make any sense to you? Probably not, but the beat is catchy. You may even find yourself tapping a foot along to it. Don’t worry. We know it’s plastic love.

E ⬤ There's a small cooler-like container of preserved powdered food bags labeled with only the word “Edible” that can be safely consumed. Although the powder tastes as bland as you’d expect, it’s oddly filling, sating either hunger or thirst. But who will be the first — and the bravest — to try eating them?

F ⬤ A strange, pointed instrument is among the effects found in the cavern. It's silver, long, and thin with a curved end and a light. When you grip it with warm hands, it seems to vibrate enthusiastically and comes in three settings indicated by a frowny face, a neutral face, and a happy face. What could it mean exactly? No one knows, but you can fiddle with it to your heart's desire. Just don't ask yourself where it's been before. You don't want to know.

▶ Interstellar Action Force Assemble
prisma, iris | top

Over a day has passed when a group of people find you worse for wear. Some are full of uncertainty and fear while some are full of curiosity and excitement. They claim that they are scientists from the planet Prismatica here to investigate the sudden appearances of rainbow crystals in the skies. That means you and the others they’ve located within the area. You are all a surprising find to them, and they are quick to load everyone in their transport vehicles for examination and questioning.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why are the pegasi so ill-tempered? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They do have questions on their own, so it’s only fair to trade. They tell you about their world as they poke and prod you, trying to understand what you are and how you came into their land. If they’re not trembling in fear, some of them may ask you odd and invasive questions in return, such as what the rate at which your body achieves thermoregulation is, how long your refractory period is, and if you would be willing to submit various kinds of body fluids to them. It's up to whether you wish to comply or protest.

G ⬤ If you react violently, you will be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. They came prepared, so have fun with that! In any case, conscious or not, you’ll be brought into one of the transport vehicles. If you choose to peacefully cooperate, you’ll be provided any necessary first aid and a refreshing drink to help you recuperate after the rough time you had for the past few days. Each transport vehicle has a few small rooms to rest in, but due to the limited space, you’ll have to snuggle up with someone else on that bunk bed. Unfortunately, the moonshine fruit the ship is also carrying in its cargo has an extremely sweet smell that’s been permeating through certain areas of the ventilation system… Taking a whiff of it may inebriate you for the rest of the trip.

H ⬤ It’s a bumpy ride as terrain vehicles draw over various crystal formations until you see a large dome-like structure up ahead. Within its confines lies the seat of the Prismatica's government, Prisma. It’s a bureaucratic wet dream: skyscrapers practically touch the upper surface of the dome, windows glimmer with a prismatic sheen as daylight hits them, and small ships can be seen flying to and from its spaceport. The scientists, members of the Lunar Scientia, usher you into their facilities for tests. Arrivals are likely to twitch, tremble, and panic as Lunar Scientia fellows take and broadcast every embarrassing, unfiltered detail about you — height, weight, age, strange odors, estimated frequency of sexual activity —- to one another. These scientists will ask you politely to undress, too, but understand if you don't want to. They're especially fascinated by the readings of pure Chroma inside you, whispering among one another excitedly about the possibility of the new arrivals being a new moon species. What should they call them? Moonborne? Moonblessed?

I ⬤ At long last, the questions and physical examinations are done. They’ve decided to call the arrivals as the Moonblessed. They’ll take you under their care until they understand more about you. You're allowed a very refreshing hot shower and a warm meal for your efforts. Don’t worry, the meal was imported from their planet. “Planet?” you might ask, but you won’t need to wonder for too long. The ships are preparing for their next destination: the nearby planet Prismatica, where you will be dwelling for the time being. You're free to explore the government center until then.

▶ Wildcard
Lunatia, Prismatica | top

It only takes a couple hours for the ships to reach their home planet. The ships drop the characters off at the city of Lunatia, where they will be given their communication devices and a plastic card they can present to certain landlords at any residential district for their subsidized (read: absolutely free) lodging. Officials at Prisma instructed the newcomers to await further instructions from the government, but you have a lot of time to kill before then. Why not explore in the meantime? Learn the ins and outs of the world, get a job, transform under the full moon, and explore the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!

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Comments

[garb4ge]

[So the guy's friend got killed by Freelancers, the people he killed.

Klaus rubs absently at his left shoulder, trying not to think about Dave and absolutely not succeeding. He frowns, biting the corner of his lip.]

Well, shit. Hope you got to fuck up the guy who did that with your own two hands, in that case.

[He doesn't have that fierce protection for many people, but Dave (and friends, if he had them) -- that would be something he'd do, for him. He'd done, maybe.]

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[The people who fucked Biff up weren’t guys but...]

I tried my very best.

[He sighs deeply.]

Didn’t succeed, though.

[This topic is, naturally, making Temple sad too. Though he is glad that Klaus understands how he feels, that he isn’t entirely alone.]

[Because, sometimes, it feels that way. Feels like no one understands how much Biff meant to him.]

[Not even the other sim troopers from his Gulch.]

[Or the sim trooper army he recruited.]

[garb4ge]

Fuck.

[You know, 'guys' in the general term.

That actually gets Temple a sympathetic side glance. He pats at his pockets absently, because he's suddenly full of that nervous energy again, and is relieved to find his cigarettes and lighter intact.

It's simple business to light one, and after a moment he holds the pack out to Temple.]

[sometimespawnskillkings]

Sorry but no. I don’t smoke.

[He knew how bad for people it was, and it didn’t seem appealing enough to him to make up for it.]

[garb4ge]

[Klaus shrugs, tapping the offered cigarette back into the package and putting the whole lot back into his shirt.]

More for me.

[Klaus puts worse things into his body on a semi-daily basis (or he had, until very recently), so cigarettes probably seem like a vacation to his bloodstream.]

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Temple laughs.]

Well, it’s your funeral.

[The joke may be a little mean of him but eh... just saying it makes him feel a little better.]

[garb4ge]

[There's that part of him that wonders if he really can die, honestly. He's done some pretty terrible things to himself and he's always come out on the other side of it.

He just laughs in return.]

Unless we both die out here, you mean.

[sometimespawnskillkings]

Well, yeah, but...

[Temple purses his lips, trying to decide what to say.]

I don’t think we will. I think we can get through this.

[garb4ge]

It's just good to be prepared for the worst case, that's all.

[He takes a drag from the cigarette. That's been his life, really. 'Prepare for the worst'.]

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Temple grins, and says, a laugh in his voice:]

Oh, so you have been listening to me when I’ve suggested that we try to be prepared for the future?

[garb4ge]

That's more of an -- overarching life philosophy of mine, honestly.

[He is totally not listening to Temple, shut up.]

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Temple smiles at him.]

Well, that’s a surprisingly sensible philosophy for you to have.

[He laughs.]

I mean, if I had to guess what your life philosophy was, I’d have guessed, “YOLO,” to be honest.

[He isn’t sure if people in Klaus’ time say “YOLO” but... YOLO.]

[garb4ge]

Oh, that's because 'YOLO' might not be strictly true.

[Or -- well. He knows there's some kind of afterlife, at least where he's from -- he'd run into Reginald there, after all, and he summoned spirits.]

For a definition of 'true'.

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Temple frowns, confused. He is pretty sure that YOLO is true.]

[He doesn’t embrace the entire philosophy but he thinks the literal phrase is correct.]

... what do you mean by that?

[garb4ge]

[Ugh, does he really want to get into this with someone he just met ...]

Well, you know. There's the afterlife.

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[The afterlife. Really.]

No. I don’t know.

Explain yourself.

[garb4ge]

[God, he really does not want to have this conversation with someone who's just going to give him that 99.9% of the population would give him if he ever brought it up, so instead...]

It's that place people believe you go when you die. Full of spirits, oooo, spooky ghosts, that whole deal?

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Temple sighs, exasperated with Klaus.]

Yes, I know what it is.

What I don’t know is why you are so sure it exists.

I mean, if it’s a religious thing, I suppose I should leave you to it but... I have a feeling it might not be, for you.

[garb4ge]

[So...damn, how does he want to play this?

He settles for plastering a decidedly coy look on his face and shrugging his shoulders, mock-helplessly.]

You can't expect a man to spill all his deepest beliefs and secrets in one day, can you? It completely ruins the mystique.

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Temple lets out another sigh.]

I suppose so.

[garb4ge]

[Oh yeah, totally dodged that bullet for sure.]

Right, so. YOLO doesn't apply, and that doesn't even get into people who believe in reincarnation...

[Yeah, desperate subject change seems good...]

[sometimespawnskillkings]

[Temple laughs.]

Oh, good point. I hadn’t thought of that.

[garb4ge]

And then shit's even more important for those people, so they don't -- you know, get reincarnated as some sort of shitty slug or something.

[He smirks.]

See, a very nuanced topic.

[sometimespawnskillkings]

Yeah. It sure is.

And it’s one people can get very heated over too.

[He laughs.]

[garb4ge]

Well, that's mostly religious types who want to tell you where to stick your dick, anyway.

[There's that laugh again -- and he shakes his head, finishes his smoke and stubs it out on his shoe.

Is he really going to litter on the moon? ... Yeah, he is.]