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NEW GAME

 

> new game​

 

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Murderface VonReinhardt

 

I wonder if I have my lvl 99 save file on this memory card

>continue

EDIT: dammit too late

 

> Joe Blow​

 

> Ned Memphis, paranormal treasury agent

 

This^ Because why not XD

 

> Sparklesue McGilligan

 

>Destroyer of Worlds

 

> Lefty Jones.

 

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music|| eyes in the sky ||


Welcome!!

Groggy, groggy. You wake up by one of the many trees outside your familiar HIGH SCHOOL. Damn, how long did you fall asleep for? You turn around towards your school, breathing in the familiar, rusty stank of the city all around you. A soft breeze ruffles your hair, and you place a hand above your delicate eyes to shield them from the sun's harsh summer rays.

You still weren't sure whose idea it was to build such a ... twisted, curvaceously moderne school on the very top of a skyscraper. To you, it looked like a bunch of weird white tissue papers cobbled together, but SIMONE would go on and on about how it was "one of Gehry's greatest architectural works". Pah. You would tell yourself this all the time, trying to make sure that you didn't spend too long on who really built this place. It was just a part of the Infinite Metropolis, right? From birth, from germination, sprouting most like a bud or maybe even a cancerous tumour on the gleaming needle-like skyscrapers that carpeted your life, your memories, your entire planet.

And up here, standing amiably on the roof of one of the city's thousands of boxy skyscrapers, where the winds played with the skin of your white shirt and danced with the tip of your tie, you just wanted time alone. You always wanted time alone, but you never had the chance. There wasn't anyone in this goddamn city who could get any alone time, when everyone was watching everyone else's backs. Yeah, right. Even here, far away from the school, hiding by the glass trees and staring at the kids who filed like robots into the school's enormous front doors, you could see the Eyes watching everything.

Sure, okay, you always felt like something was watching you. No, someone, maybe an entire panel of people on some strange dimensional plane were watching and controlling your every move and action.

They saw all from inception. They were like floating balloons, or featureless wads of cotton, that drifted lazily throughout the skies of the city. But at the same time, they were everywhere. You couldn't look a peep angle in any direction without seeing those alien white bubbles bobbing up and down on the sky's canvas, like they didn't even need to exist. It's the price for the Utopia, they'd drill into the minds of the other kids. It's the price for being able to live up in the sky, and never having to touch feet with the dirty, heathen ground ever again!

Yeah, yeah. You scowl, the winds whipping around strands of your hair to clasp your face like a dirty hand. There is a beep on your phone, and you momentarily break your gaze with the school to answer the incoming text.


Oh my god.
It was the clown. What was she doing? This was dumb. Why did she want to talk to her after all this time? And invite her to lunch? Ass.
But shit, she was right. You glare at the Eyes that float a few meters away from the glass trees. If those things caught you, you wouldn't even make it to lunch.

But something really seemed off about this.
RAVENNA never texted you. She seemed so different. Why would she go out of her way today, of all days?
You taste bitterness in your mouth, and it isn't just from the recycled, rusty air.



((

Welcome to Adenine's Cross, the heavenly utopia of the sky, and the pinnacle of humanity.
It is the first of the four planes of humanity in cardinal space.

In Adenine's Cross, all individuals are entitled to freedom of choice.
It is a utopia, after all.
This means:

When replying with an action, you have variations. You are not restricted to simply saying "go to school" or some such,
but you can comment on various factors in your environment, or whatever else may interest you.
You can also conduct a chain of actions, similar to:

go to school -> throw spitballs at teacher -> visit RAVENNA at GRASSHOPPER CURRY RESTAURANT

Actions from the menu above can be included, and saves can happen anytime save for certain special situations.

And so on.
However, freedom in Adenine's Cross comes with a price:

The outcome of the post depends on how you word the actions in the post.

Have a wonderful day in the utopia.
The Eyes Are Forever Watching.

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--> Save (for obvious reasons, always save)

Go to class > Pretend to pay attention while really you're gazing out at the skies and thinking about what you should do > Visit Ravenna at the Grasshopper Curry out of curiosity

(Sorry if I didn't do that right >.>)

 

> Save thyself

> Travel to school

> Go to the Grasshopper place mentioned in the text and see what's up​

 

>Save
>Stats
>Go to school > Attend classes as usual > Go to Grasshopper Curry and observe Ravenna

 

save>names>inventory>get your bum ass to class>stay the fuck awake

 

Guys, remember the rule. Open every menu, save last. Sometimes you get free stuff just for checking out the options, like in those Growlanser tutorials.

Location>Stats>Names>Inventory>Save.

 

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SAVED!!​

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|| SIMONE ||​

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One of your closer friends. She apparently likes architecture, and droning on and on about some old people from a time in history when humanity wasn't so "perfect", so she says. A DOUBLETHINKER, like you, and a master of keeping it away from the EYES.​

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|| INGRID ||​

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A mutual friend of Simone and Ravenna. You don't know much about her, but she doesn't seem so complacent and apathetic as the other students in the HIGH SCHOOL. Her hair is also an unnatural colour. Interest? Piqued.​

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|| RAVENNA ||​

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Asshole.​

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verve [10|10]​

doublethinking [10]​

freedom [50]​

pandemonium [0] ​

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BEAUTIFUL HARMONY SERENDIPITY ACADEMY​

BLOCK 52-8 : 0920374 NNE SS 7.392 CL -3.94 IBC 388429028​

SECTION 92943 7CF NNE ​

TYPE: EDUCATION AND ASSIMILATION INSITUTION​

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The school you've attended since you were born, really. It's all still the same; the familiarly twisted walls, like crumpled up sheets of tissue paper, and the throngs of dumb-faced students entering to and fo. Then the EYES which float around like it's nobodies business. What a utopia.​

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Classes aren't that bad, you guess. At least they keep the curriculum interesting. It'd be even better if they didn't have that goddamn SOMA smoke all over the place. My ALLERGIES really can't cope, even after all these years.​

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+ PHONE < [it's your phone.]​

+ BAG OF ALMONDS < [you're always hungry.]​

+ SCHOOL TABLET < [trashy useless device. friends keep their porn on it.]​

+ FACE MASK < [so you don't die.] ​

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You look at the time on your SCHOOL TABLET and realize that, yeah, it is getting pretty late. Stuffing it back in your bag, you pick it up, shaking the glass tree a little, and sling it over your shoulder. With a sigh, you slip your FACE MASK on and enter the school. Damn, you're such an ORDINARY HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT.​

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But the bitter taste still lingers in your mouth. You take out an ALMOND and gulp it down quickly to taste familiarity.​

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You shuffle quickly inside, letting the wave of students carry you into the building without a second word. It felt so calming, this anonymity - it would, at least, give you some alone time for now. You looked around and felt your heart relax at how everything seemed the same. Everyone wore the same white uniform; boys with pants, girls with skirts. Designated name tags on the familiar double-winged badges pinned close to the baby blue ties. The lazy, flat faces of the children who would talk and mumble to themselves, with only their content, apathetic smiles and little laughter. ​

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Their youth was a hollow little farce, yeah. You narrow your eyes at them, hiding beneath your FACE MASK. That's what kept you away from them - this little surgical tool that was perfect enough to show your own "individuality" as the others were wont to exclaim. But it was absolutely necessary for you to survive, here.​

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The biggest feature you would remember about this HIGH SCHOOL would be the SOMA SMOKE that filled and clustered the hallways. ​

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It was thick and white, with a purple tinge, but it was harmless to most people. In fact, it was considered as healthy as ripe vegetables to the content public. When scientists, so many years ago, uncovered the existence of a SMOKE from the LOTOPHAGE trees that would "change the world", the world itself went into uproar.​

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And sure, who can contest the usefulness of puffy, cloud-like SMOKE that staves off depression and grounds people in reality? In a world where one's individual existence was meaningless, the people would have taken up SMOKE that prevents you from sending yourself down a flurrying descent into super-solipsism and the nature of reality. The opiate of the masses. You would love to think that to yourself.​

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You don't know, there were wars fought over the stuff. You don't know what it's like because inhaling too much of it could make you sick. Allergies do that to you. But it's all over the place now, and as a result, you've been labelled the "Masked Girl". You can live with that, if it means keeping away from the throngs of faceless ones. It was the life of one of the DISSENTERS.​

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You cough. One of the robotic SOMA DISPENSERS hands you a vial of the SMOKE, but you promptly throw it in the garbage and continue off to class. Time to get this day over with.​

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The HEADMASTER's burly, rough voice sounds through the INTERCOM SYSTEM.​

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" Welcome to another wonderful day, students!​

Class has begun, and the EYES are now set across the school to make sure you are all safe!​

Lunch time periods are as designated in your HOME ROOMS."​

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His voice drones on and you barely pay attention to it as you step into your FIRST CLASS.​

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"Today's headlines are as follows. ​

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WE ARE WINNING THE REBELLION AGAINST THE CONDEMNED ONES ON THE THIRD COLONIAL PLANET. THE REBELS HAVE BEEN RELEASED, AND HAVE UNDERGONE METEMPSYCHOSIS BY OUR MAGNANIMOUS MEDICINAL BRIGADES. ​

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SCIENTISTS HAVE REVOLUTIONIZED THE DISTRIBUTION OF SOMA SMOKE THROUGH WIRELESS ENERGY TRANSFER ..."​

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You enter class and sit by your familiar white desk. The room was just as shiny as usual, and everything looked like it was made of cheap breakable plastic to you. The PROFESSOR wasn't here yet.​

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"... NEURAL CELLS HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFULLY REGROWN IN FIFTY THOUSAND INDIVIDUALS. SCIENTISTS REPORT THAT LIFE EXPECTANCY HAS JUMPED TO AN ALL-TIME HIGH OF FIFTY YEARS. THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED IN THE RECORDED HISTORY OF HUMANITY. ​

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GENETIC PRION DISEASE CONTINUES TO BE RAMPANT IN AN EPIDEMIC SPREAD ACROSS THE FOURTH AND FIFTH COLONIAL PLANETS. THE SECOND ... "​

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You rest your head on the table, the cold white plastic stinging your cheek. You watch the students move into the class calmly, with such little energy.So fragile, to you ... They seemed so innocent. The smoke thickly permeates the room, and to you it is almost like a perpetual fog, but those kids didn't seem to mind at all.​

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"... AND INCLUDING, SUCH, THE EXOTHERMIC METEMPSYCHOSIS OF SIXTY FOUR MILLION DISSIDENT INDIVIDUALS. ​

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A STRANGE RIFT IN THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SECOND AND THIRD COLONIAL PLANETS HAS BEEN OBSERVED. ASTROPHYSICISTS BELIEVE THIS TO BE A TIME ANOMALY, AND WILL PREPARE THE INFINITE METROPOLIS FOR SALVATION ON STANDBY IF NECESSARY.​

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These have been the headlines. ​

HEADMASTER, signing off. ​

The Eyes Are Always Watching."​

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You don't even notice the ANNOUNCEMENTS end as your eyes slowly flutter off to take a brief, pre-class rest. ​

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music
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The puppy leaps to lick your face.​

"Wake up, STUDENT," It says in its tinny robot voice.​

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You wake up in a flurry of embarrassment. It wasn't your fault that this class was so goddamn boring. Who wanted to know about basic physics in this day and age anyway?​

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You stare down at the small white puppy; your PROFESSOR. ​

He barks. "Pay attention! This will be on your examination. DISSENTER individuals are not entitled to sleeping in class!"​

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You hear the class snicker around you. Idiots.​

You sigh and lift your head, gazing at the text and diagrams written on the virtual whiteboard. The smoke waltzes around your head. You cough.​

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The PROFESSOR hops back to the front of the class, and turns back to the board. His voice echoes through the speakers lining the room.​

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"... And as I was saying, that was the concept of a CARDINAL. The CARDINALS are really only theoretical scientific concepts, like LAPLACE'S DEMON, or METATRON."​

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"Wait, sir! Sirsirsirsir!"​

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You hear the voice of the familiar boy Theodore, whose voice you were so damn tired of hearing at this point. You lower your head again.​

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Theodore claims that the METATRON effect is what is holding the universe together. How many goddamn times had you heard that stupid crack theory?! You scowl and look away from the class. The PROFESSOR just snickers to himself and continues with his lesson.​

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You knew well enough what CARDINALS were already. This was just exam review at this point, really. You just wanted to get out of here--​

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Beeeeeeeeeep.​

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The PROFESSOR turns his puppy head upward, before leaping to the ground. For a canine robot, he had the reflexes of a cat. Don't tell me that the Engineers got basic biology wrong? This society was a confederacy of idiots. You didn't know why you were born into this place sometimes. Maybe if you prayed to the CARDINAL enough ...​

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"Class is over, LUNCH has begun. We shall continue the lesson tomorrow."​

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The puppy-bot shuts down and falls lifeless to the ground, its glossy eyes black.​

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Off on the edge of the school's enormous building, you meet RAVENNA, SIMONE, and INGRID for a quick LUNCH TIME. This better be quick, anyway. ​

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SIMONE seems excited, as she begins going on and on in your ear about what happened in class today. The fire in her heart seems to be burning bright to you, at least. You look at the other two girls; RAVENNA is talking to the FLOATING TAXI DRIVER to get the right place. INGRID is just standing there looking like a combination between a confused hipster and an angry rabbit. What a motley crew we have today.​

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RAVENNA does not say a word to you, and as the other two girls enter the cab, she allows you to enter last. The TAXI DRIVER lets out a guffaw upon seeing your FACE MASK. ​

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You just want to sleep.​

So you do, napping the entire time until you get to GRASSHOPPER CURRY. Hoping that the ass didn't do anything to your face in your little naptime. ​

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When you arrive, RAVENNA violently shakes you awake, pays the fee to the TAXI DRIVER, and your little party take their seats inside the restaurant. You're still a bit too groggy to notice anything about where you are yet, but you're wondering about the food and why the hell RAVENNA wanted to do this.​

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As you sit down beside SIMONE, directly across from RAVENNA while INGRID leans against the window that looks out into the pristine forest of buildings outside, you cannot help but notice one of the EYES acting strange out there. ​

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It wasn't bobbing up and down. It wasn't moving anywhere. Hell, it wasn't moving at all. It was static, not moving. Frozen in place.​

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You turn back to RAVENNA.​

She eyes you with a mischievous smile.​

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Asshole. ​

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check out the eye>doublethink about it>food>if all goes to plan, save