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I PUT THEM TO BED, NOW THEY ARE DREAMS, AND WE GO --
T E S T D R I V E M E M E
Considering apping into MASK OR MENACE? Want to dip your toes into the setting and get a feel of whether your character will fit into it? Or maybe you're just cruising and want to play around? Then you've come to the right place!
Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, but don't be afraid to throw yourself at someone else's thread, either!
And remember there's only one rule in Test Drive Meme Club: HAVE FUN ON THE TEST DRIVE MEME!01. The city of Heropa is what one might expect from a small, bright and cheery place, where locals are friendly enough and local shop owners might offer a free drink to welcome you to their fair city. Many of the locals might thank you for always lending your service to the nation and their local troubles, while others might not say anything -- but if you have something nasty to say, better not say anything at all, right? That's just the Heropan way.
But despite the relatively small size and mostly easy-going population, this here is not a city immune to the urbane ways of the world. And Heropa, like the rest of the world, adheres to the calendar of this universe. You, fine imPort, have just happened to land squarely on SING LIKE YOU'RE IN A MUSICAL DAY! Wowee! Locals and tourist natives alike will conspire to cajole you into singing your GREATEST WISHES and CLOSING ACT songs. And, oh, you don't feel like singing? Then BEWARE of anyone spritzing a sweet-smelling yellow perfume at you -- that's a lasting vestige from the crumbled HEAVEN SCENT corporation, still on the market, and it will COMPEL YOU TO SING. Even if it's for a few minutes, you'll be singing a few bars. It's nothing personal, the locals just want you to feel like you belong.
Happy Sing Like You're In A Musical Day!
02. De Chima, Virginia, is a large city with a healthy economy, and though it's quieter than Heropa, there are still large numbers of citizens to be awed at your very presence. Look at you! Organic wonder! Those words have meaning here. Science and technology are the lifeblood of this city, so you're likely to come across a good many locals taking your picture with the newest of devices or recently published PLoS papers. The imPort craze remains high here, and you may find yourself cornered by overzealous imPort fans, media wannabes and opportunists alike, shoving cameras in your face. Some of them MAY ask if you personally know the De Chima Ambassador, Sam Merlotte. Beware if you answer in the affirmative; anything from personal questions about romantic chances to bedroom habits to dietary queries might come up!
If you wander the clean streets beneath those chrome and glass skyscrapers, you'll come upon the limited greenery clearing that De Chima possesses. You'll see a live demonstration in the middle of small Newton Park. A live demonstration! Of what, you ask! Of the start-up company DeCRYPTO CANINE! You'll find a fenced little area in the park fitted for a low-rise stage. On that stage are lots of dogs -- terriers, labradors, dachshunds, huskies, even a great dane or two. Around the collar of every one of these dogs is a glowing blue band encapsulated in a silver framing. When the demonstration begins (at the push of a big red button on a remote control), the glowing blue changes to yellow, to green, or to red -- all depending on the dog.
"Communication with our good canine buds!" Says the woman on the stage with the microphone and the remote. "DeCRYPTO CANINE translates blood pressure and adrenaline into mood, and mood into limited speech! At long last!"
Who let the dogs out? This woman, because she opened the fencing floodgates and these dogs ran to greet the waiting audience. Wagging tails -- green! And a computerized voice says "YOU ARE NEW HELLO I SMELL YOUR BUTT NOW WE ARE FRIENDS".
Whimpering, lowered tails -- yellow! Concern! "YOUR CROTCH SMELLS BAD. ARE YOU SICK."
Tense shoulders, hunched posture -- red! "BAD MAN BAD MAN BAD MAN!"
What will these dogs reveal about you?
03. Maurtia Falls, Pennsylvania has carried a reputation for ups and downs ever since imPorts began reappearing again, just those few years prior. Several imPort heroes have put focused efforts into cleaning up the streets of this somewhat infamous city, while a handful of others had swooped in to help the criminal industry thrive. More so here than the streets of any other imPort city, the battle between good and evil looks more like a war of escalation than a heroic tale -- but that war waging is taking a turning tide thanks to the order and regulation established by Ambassador Petyr Baelish. Locals know him best for his library and his hardline on containing the criminal element. Trustworthy guy, they'll tell you. But one man's leadership isn't enough to clean up a troubled city in a year's time; everything from the classic bank heist to brutal bloodbaths can happen around the corner. You have to keep your eyes open and your mind sharp when you live in Maurtia Falls.
Case in point: the two cars screeching down the bust, bustling streets of this noir-styled city. A green car and a red car, both sedan styled, dodging and weaving through midday traffic like they had learned to drive at a bumper car rally. Not too far behind is the wail of several police sirens. You know that the police are too far away, that these speeding vehicles might make it to the off-ramp freeway and get home-free -- what do you do about it? Huh, hero? What do you do?
NOTHING
Just go about your business. Crazy day, huh?
CHASE THE GREEN CAR
Going 79 MPH in a 35 MPH zone, that'll be some chase. Careful about the other vehicles, parked cars, pedestrians. But when you catch up to the fleeing vehicle, beware: the lady in the passenger side is armed. The lady in the driver's seat is armed. The guy tied up in the trunk is not armed. These sunglass-wearing bounty hunters will fire at you, they are armed and dangerous. They are mean. They will not humor your shit. And they are hauling tail trying to...
CATCH THE RED CAR
If you pursue the red car first, you will find a very angry Bonnie and Clyde type couple with hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of diamonds and jewels in their backseat. They have a bazooka.
04. Nonah, North Carolina, has its own unique rhythm; it is loud, busy and there's some kind of energy in the air that gets everyone buzzing with excitement. To be American is to be part of a melting pot, and that there's more money to be made by the thriving local industries hardly hurts. Natives may gather around new arrivals and ask both personal and broad questions about life as an imPort, what they are looking forward to, what their favorite article of underwear is. They probably already think they know what Ambassador Miles' favorite article of underwear is -- and it's probably a kinky assumption. Whoops!
If you prefer to dodge the unsavory bustle, take a walk downtown into the heartbeat district. There you can find the throbbing nightclubs and dazzling haute bars. And as a newly arrived imPort, you're invited to the VIP lounge of the hautest bar in town: THE TIPPING POINT. It is a very fancy affair, however, so if you're not dressed to the nines, you WILL be taken care of and given a designer suit or cocktail dress to borrow for the evening. All you have to do in return is smile for the cameras! And there WILL be cameras, along with B-List celebrities hobbing at your elbows. Lucky night for you if you're JUST at the legal drinking age, but not quite there -- this lounge doesn't card. So sit down, take your gin and tonic, and smile.
Robo-KY | Guilty Gear
You were probably having a pretty alright day in Heropa. The sun is shining, the birds are probably singing, and soon enough it is all cut short by a terrible sound. A robotic voice, barely able to hold a tune, belting out some lyrics. "ROCKET MAAAAN!!! BURNIN' UP HIS FUSE UP HERE ALONE!" Absolutely destroying the tune of a beloved Elton John song, of course, is Robo-Ky. He had only needed to be prompted to sing, but now everyone was regretting it as his voice was so clearly electronic and not at all Vocaloid-like, just dissonant and really only better than Microsoft Sam in that he did have some manner of inflection to it.
He's got a microphone that is coming out of a hole on his chest, and he certainly seems to be enjoying himself. The natives are running away. It's so loud. Their ears are covered and everyone is the very picture of regret. They are so sorry.
2. STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM
A high-speed chase! Robo-Ky just got here, he was told to hero it up, given a cool glowing brand that says REGISTERED because he's a good boy who follows orders, and so right now he was going to do EXACTLY what he was paid for.
It was easy enough to catch up to the speeding red car as a state-of-the-art robot like Robo-Ky. He is pedaling as hard as he can, his propeller blades going at top speed as he flies after the red car, and in a split second he is on top of it, having dropped from the sky onto the hood of the car, smashing it and causing them to start swerving wildly. It was chaos, but he was HELPING.
"HELLO THERE! I WOULD SUGGEST THAT YOU PULL OVER, AS YOU MAY STILL BE OFFERED QUAR-" His super nice offer of mercy was cut short by one of the robbers leveling the damn bazooka at his face and firing. Not the BEST idea considering he had been on the hood of their car, but it DID send the robot flying! It also destroyed a good amount of the car, which sent it flying onto the sidewalk before it crashed into a building.
"Ergh, another successful job...!" he coughed(that was probably weird for a robot to do) as he got up, brushing himself off, blackened but mostly unharmed otherwise. "Care to assess the status of the targets with me?!"
1 | BEFORE I GIVE YOU ONE OF MY ACTUAL BOYZ
Sol digs a pinky in his ear, passing by the idiotic robot copy of the kid that had somehow, of course, made its way to this shithole just to torture him. Why else. He wasn't even surprised to see it here, much less terrorizing the neighborhood with a murdered classic. Christ, Elton John was probably rolling in his grave (if timelines even worked like that, here). "...tone deaf son of a..."
How the hell a robot, who should really be incapable of going off-tune managed that was beyond him. The PWAB's incompetent programming, probably.
Poor Sol Deserves Better: A Continuation
The good news is that he can't sing while he's addressing Sol. The bad news is that he's still got the mic next to his face and is broadcasting everything he says very loudly, with no intention of stopping THAT. "DON'T TRY TO SUPPRESS ME, I'M EXPRESSING MY FEELING- EH???! IT'S A DANGEROUS CRIMINAL!" Guess what, he totally recognizes you! That's exciting, isn't it?
And Robo-Ky draws his sword then, electricity sparking off of it. "THIS NEW GOVERNMENT WILL BE SO PLEASED WHEN I BRING IN YOUR HEAD!"
I don't know if DESERVES is the right word.........
"You're info's as outdated as you are." He smirks a little as he says it, but mostly he's still just irritated. And he's pretty sure that 'dangerous criminal' applies more to Robo-Ky than him, even back home, but he's not about to argue with this hunk of useless metal.
Instead, his eyes drop to the sword Robo pulls out, and then flick up to his face with the most disinterested, are we really gonna do this look possible. Be glad, Robo; it's not like Ky gets any better. "Try it."
He has never done anything wrong in his life idk what u mean
"GWAH HA HA! PRIDE COMES BEFORE THE FALL!" He was going to 'try it', but first... He's going back to singing because honestly fuck you, Sol. He's got real feelings! Digital feelings! Real, digital feelings!
"AND I THINK IT'S GONNA BE A LONG, LONG TIME!
TILL TOUCHDOWN BRINGS ME ROUND AGAIN TO FIND
I'M NOT THE MAN THEY THINK I AM AT HOME!"
And with that, he is going to launch himself forward, still singing. Everyone still regrets this whole thing.
2 | I lied have a different fight boy since I need to voicetest him too
The teenager looks down the road after the speeding car that, by this point, was long gone from the scene, and holds a hand up to mock-shield his eyes. "Status of the targets, oui? Gone, I would say. Better luck next time?"
Excellent, we can test together! -dusts cobwebs off of the robot-
He brushes himself off a little more, coughing again(really, robots shouldn't be coughing...), but managing to mostly get the ash from his form. A shame his white clothing was probably stained. And a little burned. What the hell. "Such paltry weaponry doesn't have any effect on a state-of-the-art piece of machinery like myself! The rocket was of no consequence!"
"...Are there at least remains to bring in?" Oh no, those bounty hunters are closing in now, and boy they don't look happy.