(Here, have some fluff first. Get your feet wet. Here goes nothing!)
You stop to catch your...
You stop to catch your...
The Courier
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Introduction
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
(Here, have some fluff first. Get your feet wet. Here goes nothing!)
You stop to catch your breath.
You're standing in a dead-end alley, ironically. You've got a different idea of death, and it's certainly not an end. With impressive agility, you find your way up a half-broken outdoor emergency staircase on your right, and hop the low-rising wall that barred your way previously.
On the other side of the wall, you can hear your (former) pursuer cursing.
You're tempted to gloat internally at your small victory over the local law enforcement, but in the corner of your eye, you can just make out a disturbing shadow that you've come to associate with the clock running out on you. You've still got a package to deliver. You can laugh later.
You break into a dead sprint down the sidewalk in a run-down urban residential sector. You know all of the streets in this city by sight, smell, and feel rather than name, you've run them dozens of times since you picked up this particular 'job.'
You duck into an abandoned, mostly-boarded up apartment just as your vision starts to go dark. The fact that you can still see and your blood is still racing tells you you've made it in time, so you take a much more leisurely pace up a flight of steps to a door at the end of the second floor landing.
It's locked.
You have a key, of course, and it works on many such doors like this one. Once you've stepped inside, you immediately feel a chill, and in spite of how many times you've done this, you still feel your blood curdle and your heart nearly stops.
You've always supposed it's just the nature of your job.
The room is a very upscale office, and though you're sure it's carpeted, an unnatural fog makes checking pointless. Across from you is a desk with a smiling secretary behind it. "Welcome back! Do you have the package, sir?" She sounds chipper and preppy, and she easily looks the part as well, with a high ponytail popping out the back of blonde hair and a bright red work suit. There's a motivational poster with a kitten on it behind her and you can't help but smirk as you pull a weirdly pulsing light from your courier's pack. She's always had weird taste.
Her smile turns from cheery to predatory in an instant.
"I see that Mr. Chevnik made the trip safely. Good work, sir." She stands, and steps up to you to take your rather morbid cargo off your hands. "You'll find yourself rewarded in the usual manner. I trust you can see yourself out." You turn to leave, and the door has opened on it's own behind you. The scenery outside the room has changed, this isn't the same place you entered from. You sigh, wishing that having a GPS at a time like this wasn't a death sentence for you.
As you leave, you hear her whisper, "We'll be in touch."
(Hello players! What you just read is a small piece I once wrote in a fit of inspiration that eventually spawned this quest. I decided to introduce the setting in this way instead of making you walk into it blind, because when handling an original setting, it helps to have a window like this to look in through, see what you're getting yourself into. So, without further ado...)
The Courier
Welcome to Providence, shining metropolis and crown jewel of the mid-west. Before you can be properly processed as a citizen of this fine city, we need to take down your information...
[ ] Mister...
[ ] Miss...
... Thank you. Please repeat for confirmation of the following details, you are...
[ ] Write-in (necessities, provide age[try not to be over the hill] and physical description, pics are fine, but spoiler them first!)
... Thank you. After checking your previous information and application received last year, we have determined that your natural aptitude for...
Choose two
[ ] Dexterity
[ ] Physical Strength
[ ] Problem-Solving and Logic
[ ] Abstract Concept: Philosophy
[ ] Spatial Relationships
[ ] Memory and Data Recall (costs both choices)
... have qualified you for a work visa as a [LOW CLEARANCE OFFICE WORKER]. Due to a work shortage, this position is currently not accepting new applicants. Estimated wait period: six months. Please accept this complimentary ration card charged for three months as standard compensation for all delayed work postings.
Please enjoy your stay in Providence.
You blink. Well shit.
You stop to catch your breath.
You're standing in a dead-end alley, ironically. You've got a different idea of death, and it's certainly not an end. With impressive agility, you find your way up a half-broken outdoor emergency staircase on your right, and hop the low-rising wall that barred your way previously.
On the other side of the wall, you can hear your (former) pursuer cursing.
You're tempted to gloat internally at your small victory over the local law enforcement, but in the corner of your eye, you can just make out a disturbing shadow that you've come to associate with the clock running out on you. You've still got a package to deliver. You can laugh later.
You break into a dead sprint down the sidewalk in a run-down urban residential sector. You know all of the streets in this city by sight, smell, and feel rather than name, you've run them dozens of times since you picked up this particular 'job.'
You duck into an abandoned, mostly-boarded up apartment just as your vision starts to go dark. The fact that you can still see and your blood is still racing tells you you've made it in time, so you take a much more leisurely pace up a flight of steps to a door at the end of the second floor landing.
It's locked.
You have a key, of course, and it works on many such doors like this one. Once you've stepped inside, you immediately feel a chill, and in spite of how many times you've done this, you still feel your blood curdle and your heart nearly stops.
You've always supposed it's just the nature of your job.
The room is a very upscale office, and though you're sure it's carpeted, an unnatural fog makes checking pointless. Across from you is a desk with a smiling secretary behind it. "Welcome back! Do you have the package, sir?" She sounds chipper and preppy, and she easily looks the part as well, with a high ponytail popping out the back of blonde hair and a bright red work suit. There's a motivational poster with a kitten on it behind her and you can't help but smirk as you pull a weirdly pulsing light from your courier's pack. She's always had weird taste.
Her smile turns from cheery to predatory in an instant.
"I see that Mr. Chevnik made the trip safely. Good work, sir." She stands, and steps up to you to take your rather morbid cargo off your hands. "You'll find yourself rewarded in the usual manner. I trust you can see yourself out." You turn to leave, and the door has opened on it's own behind you. The scenery outside the room has changed, this isn't the same place you entered from. You sigh, wishing that having a GPS at a time like this wasn't a death sentence for you.
As you leave, you hear her whisper, "We'll be in touch."
(Hello players! What you just read is a small piece I once wrote in a fit of inspiration that eventually spawned this quest. I decided to introduce the setting in this way instead of making you walk into it blind, because when handling an original setting, it helps to have a window like this to look in through, see what you're getting yourself into. So, without further ado...)
The Courier
Welcome to Providence, shining metropolis and crown jewel of the mid-west. Before you can be properly processed as a citizen of this fine city, we need to take down your information...
[ ] Mister...
[ ] Miss...
... Thank you. Please repeat for confirmation of the following details, you are...
[ ] Write-in (necessities, provide age[try not to be over the hill] and physical description, pics are fine, but spoiler them first!)
... Thank you. After checking your previous information and application received last year, we have determined that your natural aptitude for...
Choose two
[ ] Dexterity
[ ] Physical Strength
[ ] Problem-Solving and Logic
[ ] Abstract Concept: Philosophy
[ ] Spatial Relationships
[ ] Memory and Data Recall (costs both choices)
... have qualified you for a work visa as a [LOW CLEARANCE OFFICE WORKER]. Due to a work shortage, this position is currently not accepting new applicants. Estimated wait period: six months. Please accept this complimentary ration card charged for three months as standard compensation for all delayed work postings.
Please enjoy your stay in Providence.
You blink. Well shit.
The Courier's Datasheet
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Abigail Taggart
Ability:
+++Technology/Science
+Genre Savvy/Common Sense
+Quick Learner
+Sensory Reflex
+Fine Motor Skills
-Strength
-Size
-Human Sciences/Psychology/Sociology
--Endurance
--Impulse Control
---Supernatural Studies/Occult
____
Coincidence, Essence of Death
Powers:
Entropy - Decay an object to the point that it becomes brittle, unable to hold human weight, or simply useless. Works on anything non-living.
Glitch - Turn a very important 1 into a 0, shorting most digital devices out. Can alternatively be used to screw with local electrical physics, shorting simpler electronics out or causing power surges.
Bad Aim - Causes very minor muscle twitches, causes tiny cracks in pavement or breaks in boards, anything that can ruin a shooter's aim or screw with a melee attacker's balance. It's a lot easier to do than most other powers, since the actions appear more mundane.
Left or Right - A quiet whisper into the mind of another to heavily influence simple choices. Does not work on Cheaters. Very exhausting for Coincidence.
Passive Abilities:
Telepath - Speaks to you mentally, keeping conversation mostly quiet.
Life-Sense - Detects human life in a range of twenty meters, capable of getting an accurate number of how many people are in a given place.
Extra-Dimensional Entity - Not limited by the laws of physics or common sense as you know them. Capable of limited teleportation, phasing through other objects, and very limited precognition. For all these amazing advantages, she cannot interact physically with anything in the world apart from using her powers.
____
Abigail is a human female, five foot eight inches in height. Her features are of mixed European descent, with an angular face and straight red hair.
Abigail is a talented engineer, and has a strong type A personality. She will sometimes skip potential vote points, as she is impulsive and prone to action.
Coincidence is a being from Limbo, whose purpose is to orchestrate accidental death. She is identifiable as feminine, and naturally projects human body language, making her surprisingly personable.
Coincidence is extremely proud. She is less than pleased with the irony that she accidentally caused your death, and would prefer that this all be over with as soon as possible.
Ability:
+++Technology/Science
+Genre Savvy/Common Sense
+Quick Learner
+Sensory Reflex
+Fine Motor Skills
-Strength
-Size
-Human Sciences/Psychology/Sociology
--Endurance
--Impulse Control
---Supernatural Studies/Occult
____
Coincidence, Essence of Death
Powers:
Entropy - Decay an object to the point that it becomes brittle, unable to hold human weight, or simply useless. Works on anything non-living.
Glitch - Turn a very important 1 into a 0, shorting most digital devices out. Can alternatively be used to screw with local electrical physics, shorting simpler electronics out or causing power surges.
Bad Aim - Causes very minor muscle twitches, causes tiny cracks in pavement or breaks in boards, anything that can ruin a shooter's aim or screw with a melee attacker's balance. It's a lot easier to do than most other powers, since the actions appear more mundane.
Left or Right - A quiet whisper into the mind of another to heavily influence simple choices. Does not work on Cheaters. Very exhausting for Coincidence.
Passive Abilities:
Telepath - Speaks to you mentally, keeping conversation mostly quiet.
Life-Sense - Detects human life in a range of twenty meters, capable of getting an accurate number of how many people are in a given place.
Extra-Dimensional Entity - Not limited by the laws of physics or common sense as you know them. Capable of limited teleportation, phasing through other objects, and very limited precognition. For all these amazing advantages, she cannot interact physically with anything in the world apart from using her powers.
____
Abigail is a human female, five foot eight inches in height. Her features are of mixed European descent, with an angular face and straight red hair.
Abigail is a talented engineer, and has a strong type A personality. She will sometimes skip potential vote points, as she is impulsive and prone to action.
Coincidence is a being from Limbo, whose purpose is to orchestrate accidental death. She is identifiable as feminine, and naturally projects human body language, making her surprisingly personable.
Coincidence is extremely proud. She is less than pleased with the irony that she accidentally caused your death, and would prefer that this all be over with as soon as possible.
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[X] Miss...
[X] Early 30s
[X] Spatial Relationships
[X] Problem-Solving and Logic
[X] Early 30s
[X] Spatial Relationships
[X] Problem-Solving and Logic
[X] Miss...
[X] 20, pretty average looking
[X] Spatial Relationships
[X] Problem-Solving and Logic
[X] 20, pretty average looking
[X] Spatial Relationships
[X] Problem-Solving and Logic
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Miss...
[X] Early 30s
[X] Spatial Relationships
[X] Problem-Solving and Logic
So, it's likely we will have to get at least three months of rations via skullduggery.
[X] Early 30s
[X] Spatial Relationships
[X] Problem-Solving and Logic
So, it's likely we will have to get at least three months of rations via skullduggery.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Ah, really this part is just an introduction to the crapsack you're about to be stuck in, more exposition to sell the setting to you. I wouldn't worry about how you'll deal with food.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Okay, will be locked in an hour or so, and I will begin writing up.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Lockin' up.
[X] Miss...
[X] 20, pretty average looking
[X] Spatial Relationships
[X] Problem-Solving and Logic
Character is Abigail Taggart, a young, down-to-earth woman with a snarky attitude. A bit on the small side for an adult woman.
Abigail is a Mechanical Engineer, and has bonuses when dealing with many kinds of structures and objects, especially if she has time to observe them. (Chosen through aptitude combination)
Abigail is Highly Driven, having squeezed four years of university study into two, and sometimes acts impulsively.
Posting...
[X] Miss...
[X] 20, pretty average looking
[X] Spatial Relationships
[X] Problem-Solving and Logic
Character is Abigail Taggart, a young, down-to-earth woman with a snarky attitude. A bit on the small side for an adult woman.
Abigail is a Mechanical Engineer, and has bonuses when dealing with many kinds of structures and objects, especially if she has time to observe them. (Chosen through aptitude combination)
Abigail is Highly Driven, having squeezed four years of university study into two, and sometimes acts impulsively.
Posting...
Providence, Illinois
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
You blink. Well shit. There's no way in hell I'm going to be an office worker, not after I put all that effort into my degree. The terminal in front of you spat out the food card, an ID, and a housing key; apparently they ran out of plastic, you think sarcastically. Ah, yes... You should also find out where you request extensions on those cards, as well. Maybe complain about the shitty posting you got. You quickly stuff the card into a pocket, and head through the door on your left.
The door on the right is locked, now.
Providence, the so-called jewel of the midwest, is a massive, sprawling metropolitan mess that you're pretty sure no self-respecting architect would call 'well-designed' even with a gun to their head. It spans nearly 5,000 square kilometers of land, all sealed behind a wall of concrete and ceramic that you suppose are intended to be buildings. Much of the "city" is composed of apartments, and worse, more than half of said apartments are in the underlevels, beneath even the streets and devoid of natural light.
You walk out into the city and a loudspeaker blares overhead, you can hear it over the hustle and bustle of the crowd as they scurry around outside the alley you find yourself in. Attention residents, the new health monitoring protocol is currently being rolled into effect. Residents of sections A through D are to return home immediately, a domestic officer will arrive at your home during free hours to provide the upgraded implant. You look at your ID and key, both of which read 'B-738'. Looks like getting your job and food situation sorted out will have to wait.
[ ] Figure out where your new place is and stick around
You should go home and get the... implant... taken care of. Geez, that kind of thing really grinds at your sense of personal security.
[ ] Figure out where your new place is and try to avoid it
You need to know where you live, but no way in hell are you giving up that much of your privacy. What's the worst they'll do, fine you?
[ ] Find an administrative building
You're pissed! They have you working as some kind of office monkey, and they didn't even prepare to feed you properly for the amount of time they wouldn't let you work! Where's the damn complaint desk?!
[ ] Write-in?
(If you feel that you need more information, such as what Abigail can see right now that she isn't particularly focusing on, please don't hesitate to ask, and I will answer if I can. A decision you feel informed on is a decision you're less likely to be upset with if it goes poorly.)
The door on the right is locked, now.
Providence, the so-called jewel of the midwest, is a massive, sprawling metropolitan mess that you're pretty sure no self-respecting architect would call 'well-designed' even with a gun to their head. It spans nearly 5,000 square kilometers of land, all sealed behind a wall of concrete and ceramic that you suppose are intended to be buildings. Much of the "city" is composed of apartments, and worse, more than half of said apartments are in the underlevels, beneath even the streets and devoid of natural light.
You walk out into the city and a loudspeaker blares overhead, you can hear it over the hustle and bustle of the crowd as they scurry around outside the alley you find yourself in. Attention residents, the new health monitoring protocol is currently being rolled into effect. Residents of sections A through D are to return home immediately, a domestic officer will arrive at your home during free hours to provide the upgraded implant. You look at your ID and key, both of which read 'B-738'. Looks like getting your job and food situation sorted out will have to wait.
[ ] Figure out where your new place is and stick around
You should go home and get the... implant... taken care of. Geez, that kind of thing really grinds at your sense of personal security.
[ ] Figure out where your new place is and try to avoid it
You need to know where you live, but no way in hell are you giving up that much of your privacy. What's the worst they'll do, fine you?
[ ] Find an administrative building
You're pissed! They have you working as some kind of office monkey, and they didn't even prepare to feed you properly for the amount of time they wouldn't let you work! Where's the damn complaint desk?!
[ ] Write-in?
(If you feel that you need more information, such as what Abigail can see right now that she isn't particularly focusing on, please don't hesitate to ask, and I will answer if I can. A decision you feel informed on is a decision you're less likely to be upset with if it goes poorly.)
- Location
- Hell
...
[ ] Figure out where your new place is and try to avoid it
You need to know where you live, but no way in hell are you giving up that much of your privacy. What's the worst they'll do, fine you?
I'm guessing they can do worse than that.
[X] Find an administrative building
You're pissed! They have you working as some kind of office monkey, and they didn't even prepare to feed you properly for the amount of time they wouldn't let you work! Where's the damn complaint desk?!
We could run this place better than this. We might just consider giving it a go if we get mad enough.
You're pissed! They have you working as some kind of office monkey, and they didn't even prepare to feed you properly for the amount of time they wouldn't let you work! Where's the damn complaint desk?!
We could run this place better than this. We might just consider giving it a go if we get mad enough.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Figure out where your new place is and try to avoid it
This is science fiction. The implant probably controls our mind, or overrides us if we try to run, or something.
This is science fiction. The implant probably controls our mind, or overrides us if we try to run, or something.
[X] Find an administrative building
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Hmm... 2-3. I'll hold it open until the evening unless a solid majority pops up. Should be done with the early exposition this update...
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Alrighty.
[X] Figure out where your new place is and try to avoid it
Let's begin.
[X] Figure out where your new place is and try to avoid it
Let's begin.
Out of House and Home
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
No, screw that. No way were you getting a chip implanted in your arm or whatever to 'monitor' your health. You wrote a few papers in your composition classes, and one of them was a theoretical debate between the 'security state' and the 'free state'. As nice as a security state looks from the outside, or from the top, a lot of questionable actions had to be taken to keep it that way. You were still in the States, so the worst they could probably do is fine you a few times, but there was no money in this place, so what could they really do, give you demerits?
While musing on how this place managed petty crime, you spotted a fancy-looking directory board plastered to the wall of one of the apartments. Oh, no expenses spared, huh? Touch-compatible, a small mic grill on the side panel, wrapped up in shiny chrome, or at least plastics with a chrome paintjob. You fiddled with it for a moment to get the hang of it. Huh, like working with a tablet. Well then...
Two rolls: 62, 42
You know your tablets. You easily figure out where you live, and you're only pissed a little further. Seriously? They even put me in the underground housing? What the hell! Your ire is stifled a little as you notice a small reflective black spot at the top of the screen you were using. A camera. Did they seriously record every person's attempt to find a map? You looked around a little more, and found that at almost every corner, on every street, more cameras dotted the streets and walkways. This place was seriously getting a little creepy.
You decide to wander around, curious about what people do for fun here, perhaps to wind down from how pissed you are. Figuring it can't hurt, you check the directory for 'entertainment', and up crops a few locations nearby. A municipal pool, and it might even be a good idea, given the apparent 'health code' of this place. A small indoor sports field, but that apparently had a waiting period. Oh, a tech park? Looking further, you find out that it's apparently the only easy way to access the local net. The city hosts it's own private servers for basic internet, a number of popular MMO's, and a few RTS games, but FPS and consoles are apparently out of the question. Must have been too cheap to pay the other companies' fees for something like this.
Impulse Override. What engineer doesn't love new tech?
Couldn't hurt to try it out, right?
You find the building in question after a long trek through the city. Since the place only has ration cards, you figure it's got to be free, which is pretty nice, considering. It takes up the entire ground floor and the next story as a large single room. It looks like somebody took an internet cafe and smushed it together with a LAN party in a computer geek's basement. Plenty of desktops, organized in different setups for different games, and a number of cushioned chairs and desks where people were using less intensive laptops to browse the local net, mostly for news articles and TV. You swiped your ID to get inside, and promptly sat yourself down with one of the laptops provided at the desk for a read-through of Providence's rules and how to fix your problems.
Turned out, a lot of people new to the city were having issues with too-short food cards and too-long work waits. Some administrator or automated bot was going around various city service forums and telling them that as long as they provided their ID, their cards would be recharged to fit their delayed scheduling. Apparently, the city's entrance service was long due for an update, but creating a stable place to live in the world economy now apparently took a metric ton of Benjamins, so it went without. Well at least they didn't screw with you on purpose...
Roll: 59.
It is then that you notice two uniformed men, each with security badge stars on their shoulders, have come into the park, and were hooking up a small tablet to... a security camera on the entrance, where you swiped your card. Seriously? They have nothing better to do than come find me in the middle of the day for not being at home? You contemplate running, but apparently this place is the equivalent to Disneyland for the NSA, you might not get very far.
[ ] Screw that, run!
Maybe you'll confront these guys later, tomorrow or something. You haven't even had time to learn the laws in this place or have a little free time and fun! Ah, there's the back exit!
[ ] Damage control.
You might be able to schmooze them a little with how new you are to this place, help a lost girl out. "What announcement, officer?"
[ ] What's the big idea?
You also might be able to cause a scene. Cops always get a bad rap, especially in the past few years. If you rile up enough people, maybe you can sneak out in the commotion.
[ ] Write-in?
While musing on how this place managed petty crime, you spotted a fancy-looking directory board plastered to the wall of one of the apartments. Oh, no expenses spared, huh? Touch-compatible, a small mic grill on the side panel, wrapped up in shiny chrome, or at least plastics with a chrome paintjob. You fiddled with it for a moment to get the hang of it. Huh, like working with a tablet. Well then...
Two rolls: 62, 42
You know your tablets. You easily figure out where you live, and you're only pissed a little further. Seriously? They even put me in the underground housing? What the hell! Your ire is stifled a little as you notice a small reflective black spot at the top of the screen you were using. A camera. Did they seriously record every person's attempt to find a map? You looked around a little more, and found that at almost every corner, on every street, more cameras dotted the streets and walkways. This place was seriously getting a little creepy.
You decide to wander around, curious about what people do for fun here, perhaps to wind down from how pissed you are. Figuring it can't hurt, you check the directory for 'entertainment', and up crops a few locations nearby. A municipal pool, and it might even be a good idea, given the apparent 'health code' of this place. A small indoor sports field, but that apparently had a waiting period. Oh, a tech park? Looking further, you find out that it's apparently the only easy way to access the local net. The city hosts it's own private servers for basic internet, a number of popular MMO's, and a few RTS games, but FPS and consoles are apparently out of the question. Must have been too cheap to pay the other companies' fees for something like this.
Impulse Override. What engineer doesn't love new tech?
Couldn't hurt to try it out, right?
You find the building in question after a long trek through the city. Since the place only has ration cards, you figure it's got to be free, which is pretty nice, considering. It takes up the entire ground floor and the next story as a large single room. It looks like somebody took an internet cafe and smushed it together with a LAN party in a computer geek's basement. Plenty of desktops, organized in different setups for different games, and a number of cushioned chairs and desks where people were using less intensive laptops to browse the local net, mostly for news articles and TV. You swiped your ID to get inside, and promptly sat yourself down with one of the laptops provided at the desk for a read-through of Providence's rules and how to fix your problems.
Turned out, a lot of people new to the city were having issues with too-short food cards and too-long work waits. Some administrator or automated bot was going around various city service forums and telling them that as long as they provided their ID, their cards would be recharged to fit their delayed scheduling. Apparently, the city's entrance service was long due for an update, but creating a stable place to live in the world economy now apparently took a metric ton of Benjamins, so it went without. Well at least they didn't screw with you on purpose...
Roll: 59.
It is then that you notice two uniformed men, each with security badge stars on their shoulders, have come into the park, and were hooking up a small tablet to... a security camera on the entrance, where you swiped your card. Seriously? They have nothing better to do than come find me in the middle of the day for not being at home? You contemplate running, but apparently this place is the equivalent to Disneyland for the NSA, you might not get very far.
[ ] Screw that, run!
Maybe you'll confront these guys later, tomorrow or something. You haven't even had time to learn the laws in this place or have a little free time and fun! Ah, there's the back exit!
[ ] Damage control.
You might be able to schmooze them a little with how new you are to this place, help a lost girl out. "What announcement, officer?"
[ ] What's the big idea?
You also might be able to cause a scene. Cops always get a bad rap, especially in the past few years. If you rile up enough people, maybe you can sneak out in the commotion.
[ ] Write-in?
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Damage control.
Yup.
Yup.
- Location
- Hell
I have to wonder if they are only here for us. I doubt in a city this big we are the only ones who don't want to be chipped. Doing damage control can be both an admission of guilt and ceding the initiative.
[X] What's the big idea?
You also might be able to cause a scene. Cops always get a bad rap, especially in the past few years. If you rile up enough people, maybe you can sneak out in the commotion.
[X] What's the big idea?
You also might be able to cause a scene. Cops always get a bad rap, especially in the past few years. If you rile up enough people, maybe you can sneak out in the commotion.
Powerofmind
In Madness Fallen
- Location
- United States
Not to belittle your choice, but causing a scene is a quick way to suddenly make it about you, if they weren't here for you already. Just the nature of the choice, and all that(mostly I just don't want you to misunderstand what the option represents).
There's a number of bad things that can result from any of these choices, and at least one bad thing probably will go off in spite of how well-thought out a write-in may be or how good the odds are in your favor. This is still mostly the introductory phase of the quest, and thus far, each vote you've taken(and the one that has been made for you as of the last update) has had an effect on where you end up.
Think of it in terms of one of those silly social media personality tests. You make a number of choices, based on what you personally think is the best choice, and it spits out an end result. Like your combination of aptitudes making you an engineer, these choices also affect what you have to work with when things get going.
[X] Damage control.