This is a test drive for The Last Resort. You can use one of the handy prompts or make up your own.
Prompts
Prompt #1
Your character is sent as part of a team to explore Subterranean Library #12. There are hostiles hiding in the dark that have to be safely bypassed without creating explosions and without getting shot. There are books that can be brought to the museum (or sold). What happens if two people with different intentions collide?
Prompt #2
So your character is out in the desert. It might be for a dig, a nice walk, doing something they shouldn't. Who knows? But unfortunately one of the worst invasive species is about to rear its head: a young sandworm.
This isn't something that happens often to people, and even this young it's going to take more than a normal gun as permitted on the planet, or the limited abilities that people currently possess. Most of what you would do would just slow it down.
This is one of these cases where it's better to run; you want to get to security or to a guide and report this, and you want to get out of the range of those teeth as fast as you can.
Prompt #3
You've been given a chance to tell the entire universe about your reasons for coming to the village and town as a part of a documentary in progress. Alternately, you have done so and are being confronted by your first fan in front of a friend. They've read all your fanfiction,, they ship you with some other import (maybe your friend, maybe someone else, maybe they actually hate your friend), and they printed out a picture of you that they want to have signed.
Prompt #4
Choose your own adventure (first network or log posts can later be used as game canon once related apps are approved).
Please help tag out if you're currently in the game and help introduce people to the game. If you have definitive preferences in play style, please mention it in your posts.
[Walter looks nervous. He's not accustomed to certain sorts of attention, and while he would have eaten it up when he was younger, it's not something he's ready for. A discussion on scientific theory or perhaps even a presentation of his current favorite recipe would have been perfect, but no.]
Hello. My name is Doctor Walter Bishop, and I came here for the simple joy of discovery. Who wouldn't take the chance to study another planet, it's ecosystem, flora and fauna, the very nature of life outside our own realm of understanding? I am a scientist, it's what gives me the spark that keeps me breathing and my blood flowing. That's why I'm a bit confused by something... ah...
[He looks down, referring to a sheaf of papers in his hands.]
I'm not sure why, but someone has written something about me which isn't at all true. While I may have been a bit of a [he clears his throat] connoisseur of sexual relations when I was younger, I haven't delved into such things since my wife passed away twenty years ago. And certainly not with whom they've, ah, [He consults one of the sheets, narrowing his eyes at it] 'shipped' me with.
[He makes a face at the camera, somewhere between confused, unhappy, and a bit lost.]
[Kay is a bit of a technological luddite. While he's kept up with the news and how people have been reacting in general, he has yet to encounter fans- which is funny, because he has fans in his world.]
[This is about the most off guard you can catch Agent K.] I ah... I think I have to see this. [Though every fiber of his being is trying to warn him, "No, Kay. No you don't have to see this.]
[Walter hands off the offending materials. His brain is thoroughly broken, thank you very much.]
It's not something I wrote, just so you know. The situation is fascinating in it's way, and I think the possibility is--I mean, not with you, but perhaps once upon a time when I was younger and things were--but the grammar, it's as if they're not even using English... who writes this drivel?
[pause]
Not that I believe you'd be anything less than magnificent, you understand.
[There's a long, thoughtful silence as Kay is reading. Not only because he has to muscle through the grammar, which is unsurprising as English is a common mutt among languages and even the native speakers have to climb an uphill battle to achieve an admirable sentence, but also because what the hell, people?]
[His brows slowly climb, migrating towards his hairline before they take a detour and steeply furrow as he hits a point where he's pretty sure that the write forgot what they were writing about 'cause there's an extra hand in there, he thinks.]
[Wait, why is he still reading this?]
[Kay looks almost apologetic to Walter as he hands it back off.] Here I was actually thinkin' it had to do with space travel. I guess it kind of did.
["Shipping" that is. Obviously he's a little too befuddled to comment on the actual content with Mr. Bishop here.]
[oh god, stop me if he's being too... uh, Walter.]
It's anatomically impossible, that's what it is, unless at least one participant is a squid! While I have sampled the pornographic fiction of the East, I haven't found myself at all interested in the flexibility of the tentacle.
[Normally his son or some other sane person in the vicinity would have stopped him before he'd gotten through the first sentence. Alas, he's here alone, unrestrained to ramble on in whatever fashion pops into his head.]
Although at one time Belly took an interest in the possibility of manipulating human DNA to allow for more creativity with the genitals, and at least making the testicles more palatable in nature, but the research was dropped in lieu of more important study.
[For a bit, Kay is caught there. Of course, there's an acquaintance bringing up frank sexual discussion. For another, he dated a woman with tentacles (and is still incredibly fond of her and would happily be with her again). So it takes him a while.]
Well uh...
[There it is. Agent K is finally having a difficult time responding. He's not particularly mad, but there's a way that he furrows his brow that says he's concentrating very hard.]
Most of the aliens I know that are okay with humans actually kinda like that. So. I uh... wouldn't worry about that too much.
[This is too frank a sexual discussion, but Kay can also respect a man of science. Even if it makes him knit his forehead so hard he practically has a canopy shadow over his eyes.]
[Oops. Kay, you've caught his curiosity in exactly the wrong way. He's completely missed the other man's lack of comfort.]
I suppose I'd need to test it out myself to make sure it's not all it's cracked up to be, wouldn't I? I was also married at the time, which might have added to my lack of interest. I can't say that this mess of a literary attempt isn't turning my stomach on it either, though it's more outrageous than troubling. I do wonder if this person has ever spent time in a mental facility, considering the repeated use of the phrase 'injecting my hot jelly jam juices'.
[He's a little surprised, the guy does miss the nervousness right away.] They're not hard to find, I'll put it that way. There's a real pretty plant lady that runs a brothel.
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Prompt 3
Hello. My name is Doctor Walter Bishop, and I came here for the simple joy of discovery. Who wouldn't take the chance to study another planet, it's ecosystem, flora and fauna, the very nature of life outside our own realm of understanding? I am a scientist, it's what gives me the spark that keeps me breathing and my blood flowing. That's why I'm a bit confused by something... ah...
[He looks down, referring to a sheaf of papers in his hands.]
I'm not sure why, but someone has written something about me which isn't at all true. While I may have been a bit of a [he clears his throat] connoisseur of sexual relations when I was younger, I haven't delved into such things since my wife passed away twenty years ago. And certainly not with whom they've, ah, [He consults one of the sheets, narrowing his eyes at it] 'shipped' me with.
[He makes a face at the camera, somewhere between confused, unhappy, and a bit lost.]
Someone needs to explain this to me now.
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[Kay is a bit of a technological luddite. While he's kept up with the news and how people have been reacting in general, he has yet to encounter fans- which is funny, because he has fans in his world.]
[That he also pays no attention to.]
no subject
[choke]
no subject
[This is about the most off guard you can catch Agent K.] I ah... I think I have to see this. [Though every fiber of his being is trying to warn him, "No, Kay. No you don't have to see this.]
Lemme have a look at that.
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It's not something I wrote, just so you know. The situation is fascinating in it's way, and I think the possibility is--I mean, not with you, but perhaps once upon a time when I was younger and things were--but the grammar, it's as if they're not even using English... who writes this drivel?
[pause]
Not that I believe you'd be anything less than magnificent, you understand.
no subject
[His brows slowly climb, migrating towards his hairline before they take a detour and steeply furrow as he hits a point where he's pretty sure that the write forgot what they were writing about 'cause there's an extra hand in there, he thinks.]
[Wait, why is he still reading this?]
[Kay looks almost apologetic to Walter as he hands it back off.] Here I was actually thinkin' it had to do with space travel. I guess it kind of did.
["Shipping" that is. Obviously he's a little too befuddled to comment on the actual content with Mr. Bishop here.]
[oh god, stop me if he's being too... uh, Walter.]
[Normally his son or some other sane person in the vicinity would have stopped him before he'd gotten through the first sentence. Alas, he's here alone, unrestrained to ramble on in whatever fashion pops into his head.]
Although at one time Belly took an interest in the possibility of manipulating human DNA to allow for more creativity with the genitals, and at least making the testicles more palatable in nature, but the research was dropped in lieu of more important study.
[no go for it! I love making Kay uncomfortable.]
Well uh...
[There it is. Agent K is finally having a difficult time responding. He's not particularly mad, but there's a way that he furrows his brow that says he's concentrating very hard.]
Most of the aliens I know that are okay with humans actually kinda like that. So. I uh... wouldn't worry about that too much.
[This is too frank a sexual discussion, but Kay can also respect a man of science. Even if it makes him knit his forehead so hard he practically has a canopy shadow over his eyes.]
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[Oops. Kay, you've caught his curiosity in exactly the wrong way. He's completely missed the other man's lack of comfort.]
I suppose I'd need to test it out myself to make sure it's not all it's cracked up to be, wouldn't I? I was also married at the time, which might have added to my lack of interest. I can't say that this mess of a literary attempt isn't turning my stomach on it either, though it's more outrageous than troubling. I do wonder if this person has ever spent time in a mental facility, considering the repeated use of the phrase 'injecting my hot jelly jam juices'.
no subject
[He's a little surprised, the guy does miss the nervousness right away.] They're not hard to find, I'll put it that way. There's a real pretty plant lady that runs a brothel.