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Well, here we are again. Tiresome, isn't it? Let's just get this over with, shall we?

Who are you?

[] Taylor

[] No one


[X] I Don't Know

[] Someone

Do you know why you are here?

[] Yes, I know why I am here.

[X] No, I do not know why I am here.

Do you remember when we first met?

[] No, I've never met you before

[] Yes, I've known you all my life


[] Vaguely, it was very long ago

[] Yes, after Mom died

[] Yes, after Emma betrayed me

[] Yes, when the bullying started

This is an experiment with several layers, brought to you by judgement impaired by increasingly nihilistic depression. The first, and only one I shall disclose at this time, is that this is Round 4 of the story. Rounds 0 through 3 don't exist, but previously chosen options have still been locked out. A few quick disclosures about some of the other layers of the experiment:
There are rules you aren't aware of
Nothing is reliable
Depending on how you define it, there may be some cheating going on
Things will be unfair
Sometimes your choices won't matter
Sometimes your choices will matter
Some choices from the previous Rounds will matter
Someone else is playing with you.

By playing this Quest (defined by placing a vote, engaging in discussion about decision making, or otherwise attempting to interact or interface with the game in some manner), you are agreeing to the understanding that the experiment is inherently unfair and are considered warned as to any unexpected or previously undisclosed mechanics or rules. You are allowed to voice your complaints or dissatisfaction, this kind of feedback is expected and will be recorded as part of the results of the experiment.
In short: you are waiving your right to offense or outrage in the event that I, as QM, take an action you perceive as unfair, cheating, abusing my power, or breaking the trust between QM and player. This is your warning that there is a very good chance something like this may happen (that is kind of the point of the experiemnt after all).

If this all sounds like a horrible idea, that's because it is. I've just lost my ability to care. There is a chance I may just disappear and abandon the Quest at some point, I'm not in a good mental state to make any sort of guarantees of stability. Consider this a record of an author's breakdown.
 
The Second Post
How would you describe your relationship with your father?

[] Distant, we're both dealing with our own problems

[] Distant, he's too busy with his work and grieving to pay attention

[] Non-existent, we're strangers to each other

[] Cold, he doesn't care about me

[] Cold, he hates me

[] Good, we have our struggles, but we are still family
 
The Fourth Post
And as always, the question not meant for you but rather someone for whom you must answer for: Which scenario is this?

[] Contagious Insanity: Where you walk, the barriers between worlds crack. You are the harbinger of death and madness. A disease of violence and dissociation follows in your tracks. Shaker/Master.

[] We Are The Many: You have been graced with the power of a monarch, with the masses at your command. What was meant to be external is now within, so many personas awaiting your command. All you must do is externalize them so that you may boldly wield their power. (Trump 1, make masks that grant you a different power when worn, the powers are all singular, weak, and highly specific. Some are useful, like the ability to turn doors into lethal weapons, and some are weird, like turning everything you read, hear, and say into French. Includes a hardcoded neurological backdoor to your brain and your decision making is compromised. Vulnerable to power-affecting Trumps.)

[] Obey The Music: You are attuned to the music of battle. Attune yourself and given in, obey its insistent command and become part of the flow. Become the instrument through which the violence actualizes. (Thinker 8 [Striker 5, Blaster 5]/Master 1, enter a battle trance that turns you into an unstoppable killing machine).

[] Synthwave Elysium: Unleash the chorus and surrender control. Trust us and we shall guide you. Our power is great, but we are not perfect. (Thinker ???, let the many different masks advise and power you, but beware the danger of giving them too much power over you. Side effects include memory loss, poor life decisions, and compromised logic.)


[] Miami Is A State of Mind: Your strength and skill is your own. Just as the monster whose mantle you have inherited, you have honed your body and sharpened your mind without the aid of the paranormal. Your potential is limited, but not fixed. (You are not a parahuman and have no need of power beyond that of humanity. Your growth is capped at peak-human, but at least you can grow. Becoming an instrument of violence on your own requires great self-control, but the decision is not a great indicator of sanity. Immune to power-affecting Trumps.)
 
[X] Miami Is A State of Mind: Your strength and skill is your own. Just as the monster whose mantle you have inherited, you have honed your body and sharpened your mind without the aid of the paranormal. Your potential is limited, but not fixed. (You are not a parahuman and have no need of power beyond that of humanity. Your growth is capped at peak-human, but at least you can grow. Becoming an instrument of violence on your own requires great self-control, but the decision is not a great indicator of sanity. Immune to power-affecting Trumps.)
 
[X] Miami Is A State of Mind: Your strength and skill is your own. Just as the monster whose mantle you have inherited, you have honed your body and sharpened your mind without the aid of the paranormal. Your potential is limited, but not fixed. (You are not a parahuman and have no need of power beyond that of humanity. Your growth is capped at peak-human, but at least you can grow. Becoming an instrument of violence on your own requires great self-control, but the decision is not a great indicator of sanity. Immune to power-affecting Trumps.)
 
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