It is the suitably near future. Virtual reality allows us to enter and participate in...
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Article: A fragment of sanity whispers to the shattered remnants of yourself: Remember. The Dali masterpiece of your mind dutifully obeys.
[] Write-in name.
Preset choices of background. These choices are not firm but a basic idea of your character's background open to further interpretation and adaptation later.
[] Social Shut-in. You just felt better in the online world than the real world when it came to socializing with people. It was easier, more relaxing, and less stressful to find people, even people across the globe, who shared your interests and cared about you. Your first relationship was online, and contrary to stereotypes, it was good and nice. One day they stopped talking to you. You don't know why, but that's how things can go. The online world is a fantastic place to disappear, but it also makes it harder to find someone who doesn't want to be found. Regardless of how you behaved offline, online you are gregarious and friendly, a model of friendship and camaraderie. Oh god, do...do they even know?
[] The Creative Type. Dreams of galaxies swirled in your mind before you knew how to say your own name. When you found out that a whole world of stories existed online, vast and infinite, you latched onto the internet like a gamer to doritos. You wrote and you read, and oh my god there was so much to read. Always too afraid to express what you really wanted to say, you suffered in school but made up for it with the delights that the world wide web could provide, an accomplished author with a cult following online, knowing that no matter what your works and your creative effort could find fruit. You had a small, burgeoning patreon before your untimely demise, and a wicked talent for the pen. Or the keyboard, you guess.
[] Professional Internet Rebel. There is an old internet legend that seconds after the activation of ARPANET there was already an Israel-Palestine debate about three years old, with six participants banned on both sides (they kept a running tally). While you stayed away from the most controversial subjects and never really assigned yourself to a specific partisan group, your strong sense of justice and complete disillusionment from actual politics drove you into deep arguments about whether it was right for the message board to have moderators with the power to change topic titles. Your contrarian, rebellious streak has made you skeptical to all kinds of authority. It also gave you something of a gift for oratory and argument- you wouldn't get anywhere if you didn't have followers, after all. The discourse was your stomping grounds, and you made sure that people heard you loud and clear.
[] Escapist Extraordinaire. Play it, watch it, meme it, roleplay it. You went online to escape from the real world and the real things that hurt you. You went online to see a magical place where it could all go away, even if it was just for a few hours. You went online because in the online world the dreams in your head still had currency, and your imagination could fly away with the planes you crashed into mountains. Okay, maybe that's a bad metaphor, but you know the meaning. For you, what the online world was for, really, was to allow you to get a grip after a day of hard work and frustration. It was your place. When you died, you had an impressively large collection of games and an impossibly wide knowledge of obscure shows and manga. For you, even internet culture was its own form of escapism, and you know much of it inside and out.
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[X] Professional Internet Rebel. There is an old internet legend that seconds after the activation of ARPANET there was already an Israel-Palestine debate about three years old, with six participants banned on both sides (they kept a running tally). While you stayed away from the most controversial subjects and never really assigned yourself to a specific partisan group, your strong sense of justice and complete disillusionment from actual politics drove you into deep arguments about whether it was right for the message board to have moderators with the power to change topic titles. Your contrarian, rebellious streak has made you skeptical to all kinds of authority. It also gave you something of a gift for oratory and argument- you wouldn't get anywhere if you didn't have followers, after all. Twitter was your stomping grounds, and you made sure that people heard you loud and clear.
[X] Cheer her up with sincere care for her wellbeing.
Number of voters: 4
You are basically are, yes. But you have a SAN meter, so think less Sailor Moon and more PMMM.
What if we figure out a way to weaponize the dog. It could be a useful tool against the Dumb Things.
Hey, TrueNorth; Can you give yourself Admin privileges via console command and ban the Brown Shaggy Shelled Fuckos from the chat?
If not, using 'Help' as a console command might be useful.
[] Focus on undermining the leader [-1 SAN, target FGH78 with insults].
Durian Facts 101:
- The durian is hard shelled, like the coconut
- Durians can be grown in tropical climates, like coconuts
- Durians grow on trees, like coconuts
- Therefore, durians are similar to coconuts
- The durian has a spiky and painful exterior
- Durians smell HORRIBLE
- Durians have extremely delicious fruit
- Parking your car under a durian tree risks DURIAN INFLICTED vehicular damage
- Durians are called the king of fruits; therefore they are clearly superior to coconuts and the so called "Coconut King" is clearly just a pretender
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So, North, look at it this way. Life kind of fucking sucks. Or death, I guess. Like when I emerged as a fragment, I certainly didn't expect to have to deal with a bunch of stupid memers and then some sort of monstrous meme... thing... I'm still not sure exactly what it is. But you know what I know it is? Like, total bullshit. Things are often easy, but they're often the shittiest things to do. I mean you could not report that mod that banned a user posting in a thread they were participating in. That's pretty easy. Or you could not call out mods when they unban people posting genocide apologia again. Like those are the easy things. Fighting against a system is hard, especially an internet system full of a bunch of random idiots. But it's often what you need to do. Because these systems need to be called out for the bullshit they are. This weird sort of Borg garbage? Bad news. You're losing who you are to some lame, faceless collective. You're becoming part of the system, and becoming part of allowing its injustices to slide. I think that you probably just need a break, but I needed to at least tell you that much.
Hang in there North my girl, don't take the offer for like at least two hours. If you ever feel pressured, take a deep digital breath and slowly count to ten.
Do you recognize that meme. Maybe? Maybe not? Well, it isn't important right now. What is important is that you can listen, really listen, think, really think, and your remember the rest of your life. There is more to this world that Loco for Coco, keep a hold on that. It look tempting, but one second is forever. Stay strong, and listen to the others. Especially the Zaealix, his idea might actually work.
So that's what's up...
It's about dealing with the idea of being a ghost.
And yeah, I hear the temptation.
Except by the looks of it? It's not nearly as merciful as the death you might vaguely remember, oh no.
So what to do then, if you can't fight?
And TrueNorth, remember that your memories are the parts of your mind. You are not a spambot. you are YOU. There is much more out there than the Stupid Brown Things and the inky blackness. (Us, for starters). You've talked about your life, hold on to it.
---> For Dummies
------> Summoning 1 Fragment worked. Summon others.
Come on, North you aren't just any internet user, you are an internet rebel. Why the fuck should you bend knee to any trumped up internet king? Kick him in the face or whatever, get your anger on!
It would be most improper for a royal marriage to occur without permission from parents, a courting phase, betrothal, and so on...
Ha ha ha ha ha. This is the stupidest thing I've read. Cognito Ergo Sum. COGNITO ERGO SUM. COCO KING, do you think?
[X] Call for the Help [North Will Try to Send a Message to ShiftySpooks]
Number of voters: 11
[COCO]KING: They call it the Graverobber for a reason. It is no less malevolent than I. It is simply more deceitful. I do not hide my motives behind false promises.
[COCO]KING: It is almost certainly not human and mortal. It and I have far more in common than it and you.
That said, let's get serious. I like that you're still around. 90% of all subjects are dead by this point.
PatrickBateman: Don't tell Spooks about it, the guy's a bit of a goof. He might goof right into discombobulating you.
You're from America, you're a girl that's about sixteen years old. The rest I want you to figure out yourself. Jeopardy rules, start with "What is...".
And nobody ever played around with TrueNorth. Ever. Not if they wanted to keep their diginity intact. Online you were a banshee. A veritable Che Guevera sans the post-ironic merchandising. A rebel with a cause, and and that cause was abuse of authority. It started when you were six years old and your educational Fisher Price "edutational" video game dreck didn't allow you to spell out swears. It only got worse when you started playing runescape, and someone asked if you wanted to trade them a ruby sword for a mithril plate, and you barely knew what those words meant so you took the offer. Never again, came the gurgling cry at the back of your throat, the instinct to resist. The internet was full of injustice. Petty, to be sure, and much more easy to complain about comfortably than say, politics, but injustice nonetheless.
And just in case you folks were feeling left out, I'll get to you in a bit, don't you worry, you miserable scraps of code. Don't think this is going to be one of those backseat rides where you get to be the pilot and face none of the consequences. After what happened last time, you're all in for it bad if you mess this Avatar up
Fragments are the remnant pieces of avatars after their owners die or disconnect their cranial implants. Usually they're tiny. For example, at this moment you have no less than eleven active fragments stitched into your digital consciousness. We actually had a heated argument earlier. They're quite the snarky bunch. One of them wanted me to make you remember you were an artist but I honestly can't stand artists so I didn't really listen to that one. Really though, a bunch of hosers, the lot of them.
The coconut crew. You'll meet them soon enough. They're a memetic infestation that consumes emulated consciousness and uses it to produce more of themselves and spreads via bad humour.
[COCO]KING: Many are children. They are driven insane by their existence. They cannot imagine being both alive and dead and the unimaginable instability that comes to the pieces of their consciousness. I piece them back together. I give them real form. They lose parts of themselves but gain a commonality.
PatrickBateman: That's how this stuff works. Sure they formed a "CocoKing" but there's a much larger CocoKing somewhere else.
P.P.S If you get a message from Trivial Pursuit do not open it.
You should find an attachment by the name of "PatrickBateman.exe." Run that and let me know what happens. Just note that it's a nasty little number, so stay behind the splash screen.
PatrickBateman: I prefer to call myself a professional hacker.
PatrickBateman: I remember he did tell me that there was a previous, far less intelligent and attractive model of myself that he tried to run to save another one of you.
PatrickBateman: The programming was sloppy so that model must have made a mess because he put the whole project back in the box for ages.
PatrickBateman: Shows he does get mad when his subjects go awry. So few of them are successful anyways. Poor kid who got stuck with that .exe.
PatrickBateman: Took them weeks to find the fragments.
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