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IC THREAD
Introduction
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The cyberrevolution has come and gone. Cloud interconnectivity and augmented reality are the norm. Quality of life has risen so much. Automation, robotics, virtual intelligences, drones, and more keep society flowing and healthy! Cyberware even offset the experienced effects of weather, and illness! Hubs of high tech activity within cities have even been dubbed 'Gentlelands'- crime free utopias for all who find their way in. All thanks to the works of wondrous family tech companies like Virtuatrix.
What a time to be alive.
The only people who decry the newfound integration are regularly shown on the news and talk shows being torn apart and mocked for the religious luddites, backwoods hicks, and conspiracy theorists that they obviously were. Extremists, who don't know what's good for them, obviously. Right?
Or so people thought.
The first reality glitch appeared over one of the oldest hubs of Virtuatrix technological deployment- a gash that stretched across the sky as far as the eye could see. People reported it as a bug in their augmented reality specs, and Virtuatrix went right to work on hotfixing it, assuring people that they had nothing to worry about and didn't need to disable their augments.
But people never listen perfectly.
Reports spread like wildfire, that the gash remained visible without augments, and panic set in. Those same luddites, theorists, and hicks saw the gash in the sky too, as further reports indicated. It became rapidly clear that this problem exceeded any hotfix that Virtuatrix could put out, yet the nature of the incident remained a mystery. Government forces took charge of the situation to monitor the gash, and ensure the protection of its citizenry, and absolved Virtuatrix of all involvement with it.
But now more gashes are etching across the sky, and growing. Some skies have been entirely distorted by these reality glitches, and that's only the beginning. Rumours are spreading of other manifestations, but both Virtuatrix and the government have denied the allegations.
"Monsters are not real."
You, however, now know better.
Your augments began acting up not too long ago. First, you couldn't disable them, but all at once they did so much more. Your sensory feeds glitched out leaving you in an abyss, completely devoid of all sensations. When your senses came back, your cyberware had changed in some unknown way, you couldn't explain how but you knew it intuitively. And you still couldn't just disable it.
Struggling to find answers, nothing came to you. Reports filed took ages, and no help came from the police either; they were 'too busy'. Nothing came to you...
That is, until they did.
Calling themselves Ａｍｂｉｇ, they were unlike any person you had met before. They stood before you, fancifully dressed with a strangeness- like a broken screen still trying to shine through the distortion- to their face that left it always obscured. They communicated unintelligibly but you understood- your augments seemed to translate them underneath everything.
They spoke around your questions, promising much but not delivering it right away. Communicated that they couldn't tell you everything there, that it wasn't safe, that others could be watching- though how, you do not know. Any objections they rejected and you could not make them leave...
And then, they grabbed you by the hand, and pulled you towards a portal- like the gash in the sky- but in the room with you. When you crossed to the other side, you were somewhere else.
It appeared as an office in an old building, though clearly wrong, and your cyberware couldn't give you your location- as far as you could tell, you were everywhere and nowhere at once. With you in the room with other normal people, and for each of the people there sat another of them just like Ａｍｂｉｇ, each finely dressed but with differing statures, yet never an inch of visible skin between the lot of them. Part of you figured you were going to get answers to your first questions here, but now?
Now there were so many more to ask.[/spoili]
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Introduction
[spoili]
The cyberrevolution has come and gone. Cloud interconnectivity and augmented reality are the norm. Quality of life has risen so much. Automation, robotics, virtual intelligences, drones, and more keep society flowing and healthy! Cyberware even offset the experienced effects of weather, and illness! Hubs of high tech activity within cities have even been dubbed 'Gentlelands'- crime free utopias for all who find their way in. All thanks to the works of wondrous family tech companies like Virtuatrix.
What a time to be alive.
The only people who decry the newfound integration are regularly shown on the news and talk shows being torn apart and mocked for the religious luddites, backwoods hicks, and conspiracy theorists that they obviously were. Extremists, who don't know what's good for them, obviously. Right?
Or so people thought.
The first reality glitch appeared over one of the oldest hubs of Virtuatrix technological deployment- a gash that stretched across the sky as far as the eye could see. People reported it as a bug in their augmented reality specs, and Virtuatrix went right to work on hotfixing it, assuring people that they had nothing to worry about and didn't need to disable their augments.
But people never listen perfectly.
Reports spread like wildfire, that the gash remained visible without augments, and panic set in. Those same luddites, theorists, and hicks saw the gash in the sky too, as further reports indicated. It became rapidly clear that this problem exceeded any hotfix that Virtuatrix could put out, yet the nature of the incident remained a mystery. Government forces took charge of the situation to monitor the gash, and ensure the protection of its citizenry, and absolved Virtuatrix of all involvement with it.
But now more gashes are etching across the sky, and growing. Some skies have been entirely distorted by these reality glitches, and that's only the beginning. Rumours are spreading of other manifestations, but both Virtuatrix and the government have denied the allegations.
"Monsters are not real."
You, however, now know better.
Your augments began acting up not too long ago. First, you couldn't disable them, but all at once they did so much more. Your sensory feeds glitched out leaving you in an abyss, completely devoid of all sensations. When your senses came back, your cyberware had changed in some unknown way, you couldn't explain how but you knew it intuitively. And you still couldn't just disable it.
Struggling to find answers, nothing came to you. Reports filed took ages, and no help came from the police either; they were 'too busy'. Nothing came to you...
That is, until they did.
Calling themselves Ａｍｂｉｇ, they were unlike any person you had met before. They stood before you, fancifully dressed with a strangeness- like a broken screen still trying to shine through the distortion- to their face that left it always obscured. They communicated unintelligibly but you understood- your augments seemed to translate them underneath everything.
They spoke around your questions, promising much but not delivering it right away. Communicated that they couldn't tell you everything there, that it wasn't safe, that others could be watching- though how, you do not know. Any objections they rejected and you could not make them leave...
And then, they grabbed you by the hand, and pulled you towards a portal- like the gash in the sky- but in the room with you. When you crossed to the other side, you were somewhere else.
It appeared as an office in an old building, though clearly wrong, and your cyberware couldn't give you your location- as far as you could tell, you were everywhere and nowhere at once. With you in the room with other normal people, and for each of the people there sat another of them just like Ａｍｂｉｇ, each finely dressed but with differing statures, yet never an inch of visible skin between the lot of them. Part of you figured you were going to get answers to your first questions here, but now?
Now there were so many more to ask.[/spoili]
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Digital Scions is a cyberweird rp, about people whose cyberware, whether they wanted them to begin with or not, acted up. Your characters will slowly dive into a world of technological integration that goes beyond practical and mundane, facing trials and tribulations along the way as they uncover the secret of it all. With the reality glitches spread, growing in size and in number, what will happen if they cover the sky? Cover everything?
What can be done? What can you do?
Well, you can make a character and join!
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Character Sheet
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Character Sheet
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Civilian Name: < a normal name >
AR Avatar Name: < what you go by online >
Age: < it's not only a number >
Gender Identity: < male, female, trans, agender, third gender, genderfluid, other >
Appearance: < if you're going with text, put that here. If you're going with image, put that at the beginning >
Avatar Description: < how they presented their AR avatar- has to at least be humanoid >
Presentation: < how do they carry themselves, portray themselves, dress themselves, posture, tone they speak with- not physical appearance itself >
Primary Motivation(s): < things you want to get done that you are not really willing to compromise on IC >
Secondary Motivation(s): < things that you want to get done but are willing to compromise on IC >
Obstacles & Obligations: < things that have gotten in your way, or you could expect to, favours you have already or can call in >
Covenant: < choose from below >
Themes: < one to three thematic elements that befit your character >
Aug Purpose: < why you got your augs to begin with >
Utilities < things you are good at that aren't fighting, choose three >
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Disadvantages < things you are bad at, choose two- if one is fighting, you may take two more utilities, you may take a third here to also get one more utility >
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History & Background: < doesn't have to be long, really just looking for potential plot hooks 8) >
[/spoili]AR Avatar Name: < what you go by online >
Age: < it's not only a number >
Gender Identity: < male, female, trans, agender, third gender, genderfluid, other >
Appearance: < if you're going with text, put that here. If you're going with image, put that at the beginning >
Avatar Description: < how they presented their AR avatar- has to at least be humanoid >
Presentation: < how do they carry themselves, portray themselves, dress themselves, posture, tone they speak with- not physical appearance itself >
Primary Motivation(s): < things you want to get done that you are not really willing to compromise on IC >
Secondary Motivation(s): < things that you want to get done but are willing to compromise on IC >
Obstacles & Obligations: < things that have gotten in your way, or you could expect to, favours you have already or can call in >
Covenant: < choose from below >
Themes: < one to three thematic elements that befit your character >
Aug Purpose: < why you got your augs to begin with >
Utilities < things you are good at that aren't fighting, choose three >
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Disadvantages < things you are bad at, choose two- if one is fighting, you may take two more utilities, you may take a third here to also get one more utility >
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History & Background: < doesn't have to be long, really just looking for potential plot hooks 8) >
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Covenant
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Centre the room had sat a boardroom table of sorts, and each of them, those like Ａｍｂｉｇ took a seat upon it, their distorted facial features growing as they encircled it, seeming to form a screen that warped around the table. In front of each of them, sat a chair, and you were in one such chair.
Flickering to life, the screens seemed to lose their cracked demeanour once rejoined and images began to pop up with clarity. So many lights, sounds, colours, and shapes- and you could not remember a lick of them when they faded away, an ill omen if ever there was one. But you did feel something that was quintessentially different- your augs were cold. Usually, even when disabled, they would at least be warm, but they were now almost as ice against and within you sending shivers down your spine.
Then, each Ａｍｂｉｇ began to communicate, though you were only able to understand the one that you were with personally. They communicated in a friendly manner, using body language that mirrored your own, and even referenced slang and injokes that were part of your personal lexicon as if wearing a saccharine veneer of friendliness, based upon a repository of information on you dredged up by unknown means.
And yet, they communicated with an inalienable truth. What they explained, made it quite clear that this was a reality, and what they wanted you to know despite all meaning held true.
You. You, of all people. You, and everyone else in this room.
You had been chosen.
You had been chosen, because things were about to get very, very bad.
While, it seemed that Ａｍｂｉｇ remained keen on keeping much of the specifics hushed as to who really chose you, and the meaning of their name became more and more clear to you- they kept everything Ａｍｂｉｇuous. But further, the way they communicated, made it clear they considered themselves part of the group that had chosen you, and were simply the bridge to connect each of 'you', with all of their 'us'. Ａｍｂｉｇ, you, us. They seemed almost proud of the entendre in their name.
It was then that they revealed a little bit about who they were- the group they represented both as a herald and a member. The group had selectively chosen you, and the others, but you were chosen so you could choose in kind. Each of the group had themselves prepared to enter covenant with any or all of those chosen, but those chosen would choose their patronage personally instead of having it forced upon them.
Of the patrons, they spoke of the Far Gazer, the Dragon Slayer, the Unchained River, the Upright Star, the Rose Wreath, the Deepest Fog, and the Resplendent Flock, and of themselves, Ａｍｂｉｇ. They offered few answers to questions about them, and inquired if you had chosen your patron after any answer returned to you.
Of the Far Gazer, they communicated ideas that inspired, like a child learning of something new. Of someone making a wondrous discovery.
Of the Dragon Slayer, they communicated the unambiguous feeling of righteous fury, and vindictive anger, and the power to act.
Of the Unchained River, they communicated such feelings of sadness, but not defeat, or overcoming, of all things- hope.
Of the Upright Star, they communicated an air of confidence, an earned ego, security in oneself that defies others.
Of the Rose Wreath, they communicated in no uncertain terms an adoration, a love, that encompasses and comforts all around it.
Of the Deepest Fog, they communicated what should have been fear, but it remained overcome, a courage despite what was to come.
Of the Resplendent Flock, they communicated a feeling of true belonging, of camaraderie, of support and fellowship with one's peers.
Of themselves, they offered little more, explaining that you would have already had all you needed to know of them if you were to choose them.
It was simply now for you to choose. In your isolation, choose. It mattered not who the others chose, they said. It only mattered what you chose. Who you chose.
Choose your patron, and enter their covenant.
When you had done so, when all of you had done so, Ａｍｂｉｇ broke back apart into various individual Ａｍｂｉｇs, each moving to one side of the room, congregating around the door. One at a time, they walked through the door, until your Ａｍｂｉｇ remained the last to leave.
They communicated to you approval at your choice, whatever it had been, and with a wave, they simply told you that it was now for you to find your way out of there- a test to prove that you were worth the covenants as they had hoped. They bowed, politely, and when they stood back up their screened face had cracked again. With that, they left through the door and closed it behind them, leaving you in the room with the others.
In the end, confusion had been the greatest parting gift from Ａｍｂｉｇ, and it offered you little in how to proceed. Remembering how you got into the room in the first place, how your augs couldn't seem to even tell where you were to begin with, even if you could figure a way out, where would it even take you to?
What was the point of any of this? You could only hope things would become more clear, instead of what for now felt pointlessly ambiguous.[/spoili]
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Centre the room had sat a boardroom table of sorts, and each of them, those like Ａｍｂｉｇ took a seat upon it, their distorted facial features growing as they encircled it, seeming to form a screen that warped around the table. In front of each of them, sat a chair, and you were in one such chair.
Flickering to life, the screens seemed to lose their cracked demeanour once rejoined and images began to pop up with clarity. So many lights, sounds, colours, and shapes- and you could not remember a lick of them when they faded away, an ill omen if ever there was one. But you did feel something that was quintessentially different- your augs were cold. Usually, even when disabled, they would at least be warm, but they were now almost as ice against and within you sending shivers down your spine.
Then, each Ａｍｂｉｇ began to communicate, though you were only able to understand the one that you were with personally. They communicated in a friendly manner, using body language that mirrored your own, and even referenced slang and injokes that were part of your personal lexicon as if wearing a saccharine veneer of friendliness, based upon a repository of information on you dredged up by unknown means.
And yet, they communicated with an inalienable truth. What they explained, made it quite clear that this was a reality, and what they wanted you to know despite all meaning held true.
You. You, of all people. You, and everyone else in this room.
You had been chosen.
You had been chosen, because things were about to get very, very bad.
While, it seemed that Ａｍｂｉｇ remained keen on keeping much of the specifics hushed as to who really chose you, and the meaning of their name became more and more clear to you- they kept everything Ａｍｂｉｇuous. But further, the way they communicated, made it clear they considered themselves part of the group that had chosen you, and were simply the bridge to connect each of 'you', with all of their 'us'. Ａｍｂｉｇ, you, us. They seemed almost proud of the entendre in their name.
It was then that they revealed a little bit about who they were- the group they represented both as a herald and a member. The group had selectively chosen you, and the others, but you were chosen so you could choose in kind. Each of the group had themselves prepared to enter covenant with any or all of those chosen, but those chosen would choose their patronage personally instead of having it forced upon them.
Of the patrons, they spoke of the Far Gazer, the Dragon Slayer, the Unchained River, the Upright Star, the Rose Wreath, the Deepest Fog, and the Resplendent Flock, and of themselves, Ａｍｂｉｇ. They offered few answers to questions about them, and inquired if you had chosen your patron after any answer returned to you.
Of the Far Gazer, they communicated ideas that inspired, like a child learning of something new. Of someone making a wondrous discovery.
Of the Dragon Slayer, they communicated the unambiguous feeling of righteous fury, and vindictive anger, and the power to act.
Of the Unchained River, they communicated such feelings of sadness, but not defeat, or overcoming, of all things- hope.
Of the Upright Star, they communicated an air of confidence, an earned ego, security in oneself that defies others.
Of the Rose Wreath, they communicated in no uncertain terms an adoration, a love, that encompasses and comforts all around it.
Of the Deepest Fog, they communicated what should have been fear, but it remained overcome, a courage despite what was to come.
Of the Resplendent Flock, they communicated a feeling of true belonging, of camaraderie, of support and fellowship with one's peers.
Of themselves, they offered little more, explaining that you would have already had all you needed to know of them if you were to choose them.
It was simply now for you to choose. In your isolation, choose. It mattered not who the others chose, they said. It only mattered what you chose. Who you chose.
Choose your patron, and enter their covenant.
When you had done so, when all of you had done so, Ａｍｂｉｇ broke back apart into various individual Ａｍｂｉｇs, each moving to one side of the room, congregating around the door. One at a time, they walked through the door, until your Ａｍｂｉｇ remained the last to leave.
They communicated to you approval at your choice, whatever it had been, and with a wave, they simply told you that it was now for you to find your way out of there- a test to prove that you were worth the covenants as they had hoped. They bowed, politely, and when they stood back up their screened face had cracked again. With that, they left through the door and closed it behind them, leaving you in the room with the others.
In the end, confusion had been the greatest parting gift from Ａｍｂｉｇ, and it offered you little in how to proceed. Remembering how you got into the room in the first place, how your augs couldn't seem to even tell where you were to begin with, even if you could figure a way out, where would it even take you to?
What was the point of any of this? You could only hope things would become more clear, instead of what for now felt pointlessly ambiguous.[/spoili]
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