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▶ TDM .001
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
▶ 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.
▶ 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 discover the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
TDM OVERFLOW can be found here!
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 discover the many mysteries of planet Prismatica!
TDM OVERFLOW can be found here!
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[He still thinks it should be obvious, though. He likes to think he exudes a pretty kingly aura. (Or is that just arrogance?!) But anyway—]
You insult and make demands of a complete stranger. Why should I help you? There's nothing in it for me. The Prismals' favor could be advantageous—what of yours?
[As far as he's concerned, she's just some random woman. True, maybe she could be unexpectedly useful, but at the same time—
Women like her remind him a little too much of Ishtar, and you know what? No Thanks.]
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[ The Prismals around her are nodding too, hilariously enough, until she glares them down, causing them to quickly return to taking notes. ]
At least I'm a leader of my own tribe and know not to make demands I can't follow up. What are you supposed to be, then? These idiots are idiots, but no one's so stupid as to follow someone they don't know!!
[ And this would explain why she's just as commanding- and also why she hasn't bothered making any other demands. Guys like him that act high and mighty need to reel in and look at the bigger picture! ]
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(He thinks they should.)]
"What am I supposed to be?" I'm the king of the civilization that served as one of the foundations for the future of humanity. If not for my people, humanity would no longer exist on our planet.
[Of course, he hadn't done it alone, but had he not chosen to shed his warrior persona, there's a good chance the Mesopotamian world wouldn't even have lasted long enough for the arrival of Chaldea's Master. He's a pretty big deal!!]
In other words, if the Prismals desire help with their problems, then I am the ideal candidate. If I should choose to cooperate.
[Which he might not.
(At least as long as he can resist it.)]
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You do realize none of that counts here, aye?
[ Someone needs to break it to him. ]
... that's a lot of praise for yourself there. Sure you got off right with your self-fellating? Think you should keep doing it for these quacks. It's all they've been yapping about.
[ But... ]
Never heard of you, either, for that matter, but it's not like you're giving your name, either, Blondie. Do saviors of humanity in your world not use their names as well? Already have a Warrior of Light back home, and I'm pretty sure that isn't you, aye?
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[The point he was making was that he was far more qualified (and thus, significant) than she was, not that he was showing off... but honestly? He's not going to argue with her about it. He's had enough of his share of women like this.]
Do I look like someone who would be called a "Warrior of Light?" [He had been called a lot of things, and while his current title, Sage King, was not the worst of them, the point still stands:] Such a title would never suit me. In fact, that sounds entirely made up.
[There were not enough video games in Babylonia, unfortunately.]
Regardless, I will not hear my name uttered by your impetuous lips. [If he answered, she'd probably just try to turn it on him anyway, making more claims over arrogance or something or other. He's really not in the mood to argue over things that don't actually matter, even if he has all the time in the world now.
He waves a hand.] Now go bother someone else.
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[ She repeats that slowly, before- much to the scientists' worry, she marches right up to Gilgamesh and in what sees like a split moment between where she was standing and now, her hand shoots out to grab him by the shoulder and she immediately pins him down against the examination bed with a strength that likely isn't normal for someone her size.
And now, with her having him pinned down with one hand while her other grips his thigh to keep him there against it, she speaks in a calmer tone than her actions suggest. ]
I'm only going to say this once, Blondie. The next time you decide to look down on anyone just because you've been treated a certain way back on your world, try not to be surprised when people from another don't respond well. Because you'll have brought it on yourself.
[ Her sharp eyes are piercing into his now. ]
As for hearing what I want to hear? I've got better hearing than you- and all I've got to go on is the shite you've spouted, nothing else. Maybe you should re-think what you spout in a place where you're just the same as anyone else.
[ Despite her position, her words are delivered with a leader-like calm. She's seen far too many men with their heads up their asses looking down on their kind to tolerate it without saying anything. She's pulling away when she notices the scientists around them taking excited notes and whispering to each other- ]
"UST, this is UST!! If we give them a nudge, they might be charged to fornicate, with intimacy!"
"Oh, the lady will dominate, this chroma charge will be divine-"
Megumi's ears flick towards them, her expression sinking as she turns her head. ]
Give me a break...
[ She lets go of Gilgamesh on the bed before staring at the scientists. ]
You lot are incredibly deprived if you think I'd hatefuck this self-absorbed arse. He'd probably get himself off to his own face if you gave him a mirror.
[ And he's probably a virgin, too. Nothing bad in it, but she's heavily suggesting he has nothing to offer her that would pleasure her that her own hand couldn't give her. ]
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Between the death of someone—the only one—dear and the inevitable destruction of his home (and the entire world), he had changed a lot. He'd had no real choice. Had he been his younger, more reckless self, this would probably be a lot uglier on his part.
Either way, he's not particularly bothered by the scientists' comments—or her own, for that matter. He ignores them but seems equally uninterested in her as he rights himself.]
You call me self-absorbed, yet you've misunderstood every single thing I've said so far. [Not that he really expects her to actually start listening now, but...] I couldn't care less that you are not "responding well." I am not looking down on you for not revering me. I am looking down on you for assuming I want to be revered.
[Because... well, it had never been about that. Why would he even care? These people—her, the Prismals, anyone here—they were not his people.
The problem with Gilgamesh was that, while he was certainly loud vocally, his true feelings were far more subtle. (Probably because he was so loud vocally.) They were very easy to miss.]