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.
"Neither did I," he answers a little faintly, his gaze tracking down to the picture again.
He's never been a model example of his people and right now is no exception. He's beginning to suspect an emotion is chewing at the back of his mind. He's beginning to suspect that emotion is some kind of fear.
"Tentacles? Well, now that you mention it...." The fan, who is still there and waiting for an autograph, rummages in a terrifyingly professional-looking folio binder and comes up with another sheet of paper, adorned with an equally meticulously-drawn depiction of September apparently at the mercy of an amourous Cthulhu. This image is held up with a grin and what one could easily mistake as a waft of pastel sparkles. "How's this?"
That same emotion continues chewing at September's amygdalae, vague and blurry but resolving itself ever-so-slightly into something that might resemble cosmic fear, that dizzying sensation that the universe is about to forget how to physics.
"Why... would you imagine such a thing?" is all he can say.
"Because it's beautiful, don't you think?" comes the fervent, if somewhat unhinged reply.
September doesn't know Niles very well, but he looks at the other man now with an expression that... well... looks a bit troubled.
Niles leans over September's shoulder to get a better look at this new picture. He nods, appraisingly, like an art historian admiring a Rembrandt.
"The artist is very skilled. The delicate coloring of the tentacles make them seem to glisten as if wet. And the expression on your face...it's...it's like unto Prometheus Bound."
He turns to the fan.
"How much for this piece of work?"
It's not actually to his style or tastes, but it is skillfully done. And it's worth a few emeralds to tease September. He could make a point of hanging it on his wall any time he knows that September is coming by, discomfiting him would give Niles an edge up in all their interactions and Niles is all about giving himself advantages.
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"Neither did I," he answers a little faintly, his gaze tracking down to the picture again.
He's never been a model example of his people and right now is no exception. He's beginning to suspect an emotion is chewing at the back of his mind. He's beginning to suspect that emotion is some kind of fear.
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"Cheer up. It could be worse. There could have been tentacles."
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That same emotion continues chewing at September's amygdalae, vague and blurry but resolving itself ever-so-slightly into something that might resemble cosmic fear, that dizzying sensation that the universe is about to forget how to physics.
"Why... would you imagine such a thing?" is all he can say.
"Because it's beautiful, don't you think?" comes the fervent, if somewhat unhinged reply.
September doesn't know Niles very well, but he looks at the other man now with an expression that... well... looks a bit troubled.
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"The artist is very skilled. The delicate coloring of the tentacles make them seem to glisten as if wet. And the expression on your face...it's...it's like unto Prometheus Bound."
He turns to the fan.
"How much for this piece of work?"
It's not actually to his style or tastes, but it is skillfully done. And it's worth a few emeralds to tease September. He could make a point of hanging it on his wall any time he knows that September is coming by, discomfiting him would give Niles an edge up in all their interactions and Niles is all about giving himself advantages.