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Supergreen.
✖ EVENT HORIZON
Ⅰ. PARADISE
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The heart of the station is beating.
MUTHER is online, and she has filled the station with the sound of music. Over that she occasionally warns in an emotionless voice, “Liberate tutemet ex inferis.”
Thick concentric thick metal rings rotate in different directions around a sphere in a steady, pulsing rhythm before they all line up. The dimensional gate opens.
The entire space station is momentarily subsumed in bright white light. You will be blinded for a second, and taken over briefly by a sense of joy so profound that it aches. The more emotionally or psychically sensitive Travelers may find it difficult to regain their equilibrium for a while and may be prone to laughing or crying fits.
After the dimensional shift, things are different. The most noticeable of which is that the space station is no longer abandoned. Crew members move about, but they aren't the only ones; the station is alive with what are pretty clearly tourists. Some are humanoid, some are not - maybe you even recognise some of the species. None of them are chasing you down and trying to eat your face, though - the most aggressive they get is ‘crabby from waiting in line at Disney World’ levels.
Doors that were once locked are now open. There are restaurants, spas, night clubs, swimming pools… anything and everything you could possibly want in a vacation destination. The sleeping pods are still accessible, but you’ll probably prefer one of the many fine hotel rooms now available to you.
Yes, the mystery space station is in fact an intergalactic resort. Who knew?
Where the dimensional gate once was, now is instead the High Temple. Travelers can access anything they have stored there, as well as have access to food that isn’t in paste form.
Ⅱ. INFLUENCER
Now that the station is bustling with people, you’ll be quick to notice that some of them receive more attention than others. Crowds surround certain individuals who just exude an aura of ‘I am better than everyone else here.’ The staff bend over backwards to fulfill their every whim, and they are definitely getting the best of the best when it comes to food and drink and accommodations.
Yeah. They’re celebrities.
You’ll probably do your best to avoid the throngs of adoring fans, unless you happen to spot some intergalactic superstar you actually recognise. Why get caught up in all that nonsense, right? You can just avoid it.
At least, you can until a skinny, fabulously dressed person with the most fantastic hair you’ve ever seen slides out of nowhere right in front of you. They have a headset on, and hold a staff that doubles as a microphone. Around them float half a dozen spherical drones that can only be cameras. You don’t recognise them, but they seem to recognise YOU, considering that they all but shriek your name.
“And here we have the most beloved person currently living and breathing the air of this fiiiiiiiiiiiine establishment! After yours truly, of course! That’s right, loyal viewers, this is Vanity Apollonia streaming LIVE from seven to nine with all the deets you could POSS-ib-ly desire about the multiverse’s darling of the moment! Their dreams, their desires, their most INtimate of intimates! Right on! Say something to those fifty billion pairs of ears out there!”
They shove the microphone in your face, giving you an expectant look. You should probably say something.
Vanity reacts as if you’ve just given the world’s most brilliant and inspiring speech no matter what you say, following it up with, “More of that to come! Now a quick word from today’s sponsor, NordMan! The only intergalactic security I personally trust!”
The cameras suddenly close up, and Vanity sighs and adjusts their hair.
“Look, you wanna keep that follower count up, babe? You gotta play to the viewers a little more! Give them what they want. A little cleverness, a little vulnerability. Do it and I promise you’ll get the V.I.P. treatment! Don’t, and you’ll just go back to being a regular guest. It’s all the same to me, sweetheart.”
Looks like you have a choice to make.
Ⅲ. HOLODECK
CW: potential violence, sexual situations.
Depending on what world you're from, virtual reality may be fairly commonplace, or it may be so far out of the realm of possibility that the idea seems magical. Here it’s the former, with entire rooms devoted to a VR experience that is completely immersive.
Step inside the holodeck and pick from any of the preset scenarios the computer has to offer! Would you like to swash a buckle on a pirate ship? Lead an Elven army? Have relations with a bunch of anthropomorphic animal people? Hey, we’re not judging, just warn for that shit. The computer is also happy to tailor an experience just for you if you tell it what you want! And it’s probably more fun with a friend so grab someone and have a great time!
No matter what scenario you choose, after some time you’ll notice that certain elements from your actual life are sneaking in. Even if you’re in the middle of fighting Godzilla, you’ll find that an important moment from your past has inserted itself into the narrative.
For once you don’t seem to have to do anything about it, but it sure can be embarrassing depending on what memory has decided to shoehorn its way into your leisure time. How you react to it may reveal a lot about your character.
Ⅳ.PARENTHOOD
CW: disturbing image in link, forcible togetherness.
Even in a nonstop party space station there are moments of quiet. You and someone else are walking down a hallway, maybe, or having a relatively quiet time poolside, or star-gazing at one of the viewing decks. Wherever you are, you come to realise that you are being watched.
A quick look around will reveal that a hideous child-sized humanoid is half hiding nearby, watching you with huge blue eyes. It looks very young and very frightened, and it seems to be drawn to you.
Maybe you try to speak to it. It doesn’t talk back, but it will approach you shyly.
Maybe you ignore it because it’s ugly. It doesn’t seem to care, and will approach you shyly anyway.
The little alien takes one of your hands, and one of your companion’s hands. It still doesn’t speak, but it radiates a mental image of loving parents surrounded by rainbows and hearts.
Congratulations! You’ve just adopted a MAC!
The MAC wants only to eat candy and have fun, which doesn’t sound that bad in theory. In practice the MAC is the most accident prone dumbass you have ever seen in your life. Lucky for it, it seems completely invulnerable to any sort of injury. That luck does not, however, extend to you, so when the MAC accidentally sets a fire or breaks a toilet or blows up a fuse box you could very well be the one taking damage.
The MAC refuses to leave you and your companion alone. It fully expects you to all stay together as a happy family unit. The little guy is freakishly strong, and may physically hold on to the two of you in order to keep you around. He sure loves to hold hands. It must bring him comfort. Or maybe he’s just exchanging long strings of complex proteins for sustenance with you. Either or.
The only way to get rid of the MAC is to find its real parents.
Houston, we have a banging playlist!
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The heart of the station is beating.
MUTHER is online, and she has filled the station with the sound of music. Over that she occasionally warns in an emotionless voice, “Liberate tutemet ex inferis.”
Thick concentric thick metal rings rotate in different directions around a sphere in a steady, pulsing rhythm before they all line up. The dimensional gate opens.
The entire space station is momentarily subsumed in bright white light. You will be blinded for a second, and taken over briefly by a sense of joy so profound that it aches. The more emotionally or psychically sensitive Travelers may find it difficult to regain their equilibrium for a while and may be prone to laughing or crying fits.
After the dimensional shift, things are different. The most noticeable of which is that the space station is no longer abandoned. Crew members move about, but they aren't the only ones; the station is alive with what are pretty clearly tourists. Some are humanoid, some are not - maybe you even recognise some of the species. None of them are chasing you down and trying to eat your face, though - the most aggressive they get is ‘crabby from waiting in line at Disney World’ levels.
Doors that were once locked are now open. There are restaurants, spas, night clubs, swimming pools… anything and everything you could possibly want in a vacation destination. The sleeping pods are still accessible, but you’ll probably prefer one of the many fine hotel rooms now available to you.
Yes, the mystery space station is in fact an intergalactic resort. Who knew?
Where the dimensional gate once was, now is instead the High Temple. Travelers can access anything they have stored there, as well as have access to food that isn’t in paste form.
Notes:
1. The High Temple is available to everyone this month.
2. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
3. MUTHER will no longer communicate with any travelers.
4. Have fun!
Ⅱ. INFLUENCER
Now that the station is bustling with people, you’ll be quick to notice that some of them receive more attention than others. Crowds surround certain individuals who just exude an aura of ‘I am better than everyone else here.’ The staff bend over backwards to fulfill their every whim, and they are definitely getting the best of the best when it comes to food and drink and accommodations.
Yeah. They’re celebrities.
You’ll probably do your best to avoid the throngs of adoring fans, unless you happen to spot some intergalactic superstar you actually recognise. Why get caught up in all that nonsense, right? You can just avoid it.
At least, you can until a skinny, fabulously dressed person with the most fantastic hair you’ve ever seen slides out of nowhere right in front of you. They have a headset on, and hold a staff that doubles as a microphone. Around them float half a dozen spherical drones that can only be cameras. You don’t recognise them, but they seem to recognise YOU, considering that they all but shriek your name.
“And here we have the most beloved person currently living and breathing the air of this fiiiiiiiiiiiine establishment! After yours truly, of course! That’s right, loyal viewers, this is Vanity Apollonia streaming LIVE from seven to nine with all the deets you could POSS-ib-ly desire about the multiverse’s darling of the moment! Their dreams, their desires, their most INtimate of intimates! Right on! Say something to those fifty billion pairs of ears out there!” They shove the microphone in your face, giving you an expectant look. You should probably say something.
Vanity reacts as if you’ve just given the world’s most brilliant and inspiring speech no matter what you say, following it up with, “More of that to come! Now a quick word from today’s sponsor, NordMan! The only intergalactic security I personally trust!”
The cameras suddenly close up, and Vanity sighs and adjusts their hair.
“Look, you wanna keep that follower count up, babe? You gotta play to the viewers a little more! Give them what they want. A little cleverness, a little vulnerability. Do it and I promise you’ll get the V.I.P. treatment! Don’t, and you’ll just go back to being a regular guest. It’s all the same to me, sweetheart.”
Looks like you have a choice to make.
Notes:
1. To achieve celebrity status, you must spend two hours a day live streaming with Vanity Apollonia.
2. Whoever happens to be with you is considered your entourage, unless you decide to pull some stunt to make them as (in)famous as you.
3. Your follower count will go up if you appear ‘real’ to your audience. For some this means actually being genuine. For others this means faking it so well nobody can tell.
Ⅲ. HOLODECK
CW: potential violence, sexual situations.
Depending on what world you're from, virtual reality may be fairly commonplace, or it may be so far out of the realm of possibility that the idea seems magical. Here it’s the former, with entire rooms devoted to a VR experience that is completely immersive.
Step inside the holodeck and pick from any of the preset scenarios the computer has to offer! Would you like to swash a buckle on a pirate ship? Lead an Elven army? Have relations with a bunch of anthropomorphic animal people? Hey, we’re not judging, just warn for that shit. The computer is also happy to tailor an experience just for you if you tell it what you want! And it’s probably more fun with a friend so grab someone and have a great time!No matter what scenario you choose, after some time you’ll notice that certain elements from your actual life are sneaking in. Even if you’re in the middle of fighting Godzilla, you’ll find that an important moment from your past has inserted itself into the narrative.
For once you don’t seem to have to do anything about it, but it sure can be embarrassing depending on what memory has decided to shoehorn its way into your leisure time. How you react to it may reveal a lot about your character.
Notes:
1. The memory can be good or bad and it is entirely up to the player’s discretion as to how it interrupts the VR experience. Maybe Godzilla suddenly becomes your mother.
Ⅳ.PARENTHOOD
CW: disturbing image in link, forcible togetherness.
Even in a nonstop party space station there are moments of quiet. You and someone else are walking down a hallway, maybe, or having a relatively quiet time poolside, or star-gazing at one of the viewing decks. Wherever you are, you come to realise that you are being watched.
A quick look around will reveal that a hideous child-sized humanoid is half hiding nearby, watching you with huge blue eyes. It looks very young and very frightened, and it seems to be drawn to you.
Maybe you try to speak to it. It doesn’t talk back, but it will approach you shyly.
Maybe you ignore it because it’s ugly. It doesn’t seem to care, and will approach you shyly anyway.
The little alien takes one of your hands, and one of your companion’s hands. It still doesn’t speak, but it radiates a mental image of loving parents surrounded by rainbows and hearts.
Congratulations! You’ve just adopted a MAC!
The MAC wants only to eat candy and have fun, which doesn’t sound that bad in theory. In practice the MAC is the most accident prone dumbass you have ever seen in your life. Lucky for it, it seems completely invulnerable to any sort of injury. That luck does not, however, extend to you, so when the MAC accidentally sets a fire or breaks a toilet or blows up a fuse box you could very well be the one taking damage.
The MAC refuses to leave you and your companion alone. It fully expects you to all stay together as a happy family unit. The little guy is freakishly strong, and may physically hold on to the two of you in order to keep you around. He sure loves to hold hands. It must bring him comfort. Or maybe he’s just exchanging long strings of complex proteins for sustenance with you. Either or.
The only way to get rid of the MAC is to find its real parents.
Notes:
1. Maybe you find the parents right away. Maybe it takes days. Weeks. The whole month. You poor bastard.
2. How you treat the MAC will affect the colour of your ScryWatch. So, yes, if you punt it into the sun you probably won’t be rewarded.
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"Yeah lost and hungry. That makes sense." He muses, "I'd almost feel bad for it if it wasn't so...."
fucking ugly
He telepathically says to Kyle.
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He's trying to be very fair and kind here but he 100% thinks the MAC is hideous, too. Hypocrite.
They walk slowly to what turns out to be a space McDonald's. Not a knockoff, not some weird alternate earth equivalent - it has the golden arches and the same menu as both Carter and Kyle are used to. The MAC is totally into it, making a soft but excited hooting noise.
"Okay, little dude, we'll get you a Happy Meal," Kyle promises.
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Total hypocrite, Kyle.
The MAC seems very excited for a chance to eat chicken mcnuggets, so excited in fact that it lets go of Kyle and Carter's hands and zips over the counter and into the back area, waggling it's arms above it's head as it runs around the kitchen causing havoc. Knocking over utensils, throwing ice, pressing all the buttons on the soda machine.
"Damn that little guy can move when he wants to." Carter says and then notices the MAC trying to stick it's arm into the deep fryer.
"FUCK!" He says and uses his telekinesis to lift it up before it manages to burn itself.
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Kyle groans as the MAC bolts behind the counter. "Oh for fuckssake!" he yells as it goes for the fryer. Thank God for Carter.
The MAC deposited back on the customer side, Kyle crouches down and wags a finger at it. "Bad!" he tells it. "We don't run away, and we don't go places without permission! And we certainly do not deep fry ourselves!"
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"Your order will be transported to your table in a moment sir, thank you and have a nice day." The staff robot says and Carter motions towards a table.
"C'mon lets go sit down."
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Wiping his finger on his jeans, he uses his other hand to steer the MAC toward a table.
"Fuck, dude," he mutters under his breath. "We gotta find this guy's family. If he has parents, they must be looking for him."
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Carter helps the MAC into a seat and then sits down next to it, looking into it's huge bulbous eyes patiently. "Do you remember where you were when you got lost? What you were doing?"
The MAC makes a hooting noise and waggles it's arms in the air again.
".........this isn't going to be easy."
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"Dude. I think everyone thinks we're bad parents," he mutters.
"Hey, can't you use your telepathy on him?"
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When Kyle asks about his telepathy he shrugs, "I dunno if it works with aliens but let's find out."
He looks at the MAC, "Can you picture your parents? In your mind? I want to see what they look like so we can find them for you okay?"
The MAC goggles at him and Carter sighs and opens his mind up, trying to gently probe it's mind.
"Oh EUGHGhHh!!" He exclaims and immediately stops. "He showed me them doing it!!!!"
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He leans forward a little bit in their plastic booth, hopeful, but recoils at what Carter says.
"Dude!" He looks at the MAC. "I'm sorry," he tells him quite sincerely. "That happened to my little brother. To this day he has a fear of the UPS man."
He sits up and back as their table shimmers. Their meals appear, and Kyle wonders why anybody thought this was more convenient than just waiting for a tray. He supposes this way nobody misses their name being called twenty times.
The MAC immediately begins to shovel fries into its face.
"Hey! Table manners!" Kyle chides. The MAC ignores him, so with a sigh he pulls his own order out of the way. No sense in having it devoured.
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"On the plus side I know what they look like now, they look just like him but taller."
He picks up his milkshake and takes a sip, watching as the MAC pokes itself in the eye a few times with a french fry before eating it.
"Not the smartest little guy is he?"
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"Uh, are they also nude?" Kyle asks. Not that the MAC has any genitals. "Might make them easier to spot."
Kyle watches the MAC and sighs. "...no. You know, I always thought if I had a kid, it'd be like... intelligent and friendly and helpful."
The MAC farts loudly.
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"Dude of course they were nude, they were boinking."
He then proceeds to cough and cover his nose and mouth because the stench of the MAC's fart is ungodly. "Ugh jesus.....And I'm sure that when you have a kid yours will be a lot smarter than this little guy. Do you want to have kids later on in life?"
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Kyle goes one better and pulls his shirt up over his nose. "Oh my god," he mutters. "Hm? Oh. Yeah, yeah I think I do. Don't you?"
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He picks at a few of his fries and shrugs, "I dunno. Never really thought about it before, kind of figured that would be something I could think about if I ever found someone I wanted to be with for a real long time. Which hasn't ever happened so. You know."
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"'Ever.' Dude, you're like, twenty-three! That's too early for evers."
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"Yeah I know but I mean, you and Roxy are my age and you seem to have found your forever people."
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Kyle blinks, genuinely surprised. "Well, I mean... maybe. Nobody can see the future, dude. Q might dump me for a superhuman blonde swimsuit model some time next year." This is, in fact, a personal nightmare of his.
"And Roxy is dating a genuine psychopath, so. Love doesn't always mean things work out."
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As for Roxy....well....Carter is about to comment on that when suddenly the MAC starts hooting again and throwing fries. A bunch of them peg Carter in the face and he grimaces because hot oil and salt stings.
"What? What is it now?!"
The MAC waves it's arms in the air, like he just don't care, and suddenly there is more louder hooting and Carter turns to see two giant sized, naked, MAC's running towards their table.
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He's about to say more as well, but fries are flying everywhere and so Kyle tries to calm the MAC down because people are judging them as parents! But then he looks and sees what are clearly the creature's parents.
"Oh thank god," he says, relieved. He stands up to greet them. "Hi, yeah, we found your kid--"
The daddy MAC punches Kyle in the face and hoots wildly.
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What can only be the mother of the MAC makes the same kind of hooting and picks the MAC up into her arms she then grabs one of the drinks on the table and launches it at Carter.
"Hey! Hey, we were taking care of him till we found you!" He tries to explain, dodging the drink but not the chair she throws at him next. "OW! Fuck off!"
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Okay, tolerant. -Ish.
Kyle grabs Carter's hand and tugs, running for the exit. Everyone in the McDonald's is staring at them, and somehow that is worse than the physical violence. He doesn't stop running until he's sure they're not being followed. Finally he stops, planting his hands on his thighs.
"Dude."
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"Fuck!" He breathes when they finally stop and runs a hand through his hair, "Why does shit always attack us like that?"
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