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What new and wonderful and exciting ViViD level awaits you today? What fun time will you have in ViViD this time? Surely it will be a work of art that CERES has been working on for months and months -- Actually, wait, CERES isn't even around, are they? Uh oh. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt. Error: Files Not Found

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PHASE I [ ???? ] This time, ViViD is a deathtrap. There is random magma everywhere, monsters will spawn at random, and at some points, the game is entirely unplayable. It’s like the dev team totally disappeared mid-constructing the level. Oh wait, that’s exactly what happened. Monsters may spawn on top of you, you may suddenly be standing in a poisonous bog, you may suddenly lose your powers, or your senses, or so many different things -- It’s time to get out of here, ASAP. Thankfully, the exit is obvious. Like. Blindingly obvious. It’s got a big sign over it that says EXIT And just like that, you’ll be out of ViViD and -- PHASE II [ 0830 ] When you wake up (and it’s strange, because you were sure that you were logging out just a second ago), it’s in a pile of bodies. They’re cold, but not in the same sense that a dead body would be cold. While they are lifeless and look incredibly real, they don’t feel real. They feel like dolls, mannequins, empty models and nothing more. Their code doesn’t seem to be functioning right. And what some characters may realize upon looking at this pile of bodies is that they are all of the characters who were sacrifices before. Any character that was dropped who had a high magical or spiritual affinity is there in that pile of bodies, lifeless and eyes blank and vacant. Even you might be there, staring at your own dead body -- but it isn’t real It can be touched, but it’s really nothing more than a lifeless body. You’ll have to crawl out of that pile of bodies to get anywhere, and then you’ll realize -- you’re in the Sanctuary, a building built by the characters as a safe place from CERES. And it’s looking pretty run-down at this point. The technology in it no longer functions, there is no security on it whatsoever… Oh, and now there’s a pile of bodies. Great. PHASE III [ 1000 ] There’s also a robot. It’s wandering from place to place, though it’s impossible to follow. One second it’s there, the next it’s just gone. Also, it’s wearing this. Weird. But even with that on its face, the robot seems focused on one thing in particular. In fact, it has a sign, and it says: Down with CERES. Up with Robots. That’s a happy, cheerful message. If you try to go up to it to talk to it, it will look at you before...bonking you on the head with the sign and running off. That’s incredibly rude. Alternatively, you may be safe and sound in your home, but then the doorbell rings, and there’s the robot again. The duck mask is gone, but now instead it has a pin on his fake lapel, and then he’s shoving a pamphlet at you. He tips his hat, and then he’s gone. Weird. (Also, if you hold onto the pamphlet, it will lead you directly to the person whose picture is on it, and you’ll feel like you’ve known them and have loved them for years.) PHASE IV [ 1245 ] But not all is fun and games and shenanigans. There is something...well, strange happening, and the first real realization of that will be when it starts to rain. More than just the localized rain that a few unfortunates have dealt with -- no, it’s raining completely and totally, and that’s when it might hit you. For the first time in Cerealia, there’s weather. It’ll rain for a few hours, and then it’ll stop and become hot and sunny. It may get humid, considering it’s a jungle planet. At night, it’ll get rather cold. Seems like whatever was keeping Cerealia’s atmosphere stable is now gone -- which also means that characters may start to occasionally experience headaches, nausea and dizziness if they go too close to the walls. It seems safer in the center of the city, and the Residential District is still okay, but… there’s no doubt that the planet’s atmosphere is starting to encroach on the city. BONUS [ why o'clock ] But who cares about all of that? More importantly, you are here in this… totally not shoddy city to have fun, and it’s still being advertised as a pleasure colony. Or, well, it would be if, you know, CERES was still around. But close enough. And as a pleasure colony, it would figure that the first robots to really get fixed are...well, the Pleasure District robots. Unfortunately, the Pleasure District is still a nice big mess, so now they’re wandering the entire colony, looking for people they can hug, massage or...try to drag into more explicit activities. Welcome to Cerealia! [ Remember to apply proper warnings on threads with sensitive or inappropriate material and do let a mod know if your thread careens off into maiming or canoodling so we can lock the log. ]

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Welcome to Cerealia's September intro log! For your convenience, we have compiled the characters' arrival experience here, and should you have any questions, feel free to ask them here! You can also check the FAQ for more general inquiries. Should this event log hit Captcha, there is an all-purpose overflow here. Thank you!

Comments

[zuper]

That's quite a broad question. I have run a hospital, been a combat medic, and a head medical researcher. As of now and even during my latest time back home, I have been the type of doctor that travels to less fortunate areas of the world and provides assistance in any way possible. For free, of course. I would never charge for my work.

[unionjackoff]

[his eyes widen with each passing statement. wow!]

Incredible! That's quite the list of accomplishments. I swear, I've met so many fascinating people during my stay here.

[zuper]

While I appreciate your enthusiasm, I would hardly call it incredible. I was simply doing my job. You sir, have probably done more than myself.

[unionjackoff]

[England smirks at that and then looks out at the rain] I cannot argue with that, I'm afraid. I have lived quite a long time.

[zuper]

Is that so? Perhaps you and I can sit down to a beer one day and discuss it.

[unionjackoff]

[beer! what a good] I'd be up for that. Maybe after I settle back in.

[zuper]

Take your time, there happens to be no rush. How about we find where you used to stay, as a start?

[unionjackoff]

Oh, that's a good idea. It was in the residential district. [if that even is still a thing]

[zuper]

That happens to be where many still live so we can thankfully go there.

[Unless something drastic happened rather recently, which she hoped not. She ran her clinic out of her own home, which would be bad.]

[unionjackoff]

Thank goodness. You never quite know with this place. One time, there was a flood so severe that it actually washed away peoples' homes. They had to rebuild the entire district!

[zuper]

That sounds like quite the disaster, especially for a place this size. Entire countries have issues recovering from such things, I cannot imagine a small colony like this having an easier time.

[unionjackoff]

It was strange... CERES had the robots rebuild the district, but they did it in record time. Actually, I've always felt it was a mite suspicious.

[zuper]

Suspicious of what? How fast the work was done? If you are worried about shoddy construction, I can at least say all the buildings are still there.

[unionjackoff]

Mm... [a thoughtful hum, but then England shakes his head] It's not important. As long as they are still there, that is what matters. In any case, I should be able to find my way back. I don't want to keep you if you were heading somewhere.

[zuper]

Try not to rush on my behalf. As of now, I do not have any patients ringing for me so I am quite free. But if you must go, I shall not hold you back.

[unionjackoff]

[he likes this woman. she seems interesting and he wouldn't mind getting to know her better] I just wanted to see my old place, see if it's still mine. [hehe]

[zuper]

We can travel there. On the way, if you do not mind, you can tell me more about the name you were given, hm? I assume your mother had quite a love for the Queen?

[unionjackoff]

[oh. it did come up! England chuckles lightly, rubbing the side of his neck]

Here's the thing. I don't, exactly, have a mother. I am not human.

[zuper]

Is that so? Around a doctor, that is quite a dangerous statement.

[Not really. At least for Angela but she enjoys teasing others and she is certainly trying out her evil smile. It's not very good though.]

[unionjackoff]

[England smirks back, though his is a bit nervous. back on his earth, people knew of his kind, and even interacted with him on a daily basis. but here, in Cerealia, it was different. telling someone he was a nation sometimes led to incredulous looks, which was why, when he'd first arrived on the colony, he was cagey with details about his life.

but now, it kind of seems like a moot point. things are coming to a head, so England is going to be honest with this woman, and everyone else he interacts with now]

Yes, I would think so. [he looks from her up at the sky. the rain seems to be letting up, finally] In my world, I am, what you would call, a country, or nation. I am a physical representation of England. [he tilts his head back down to look at Angela] It's kind of difficult to explain, but that's the truth. That is why I have no mother, or father, for that matter. I simply came into existence when a group of people decided to create a place for themselves.

[zuper]

Well, that is certainly a broad statement.

[Though she is in no position to argue and she knows it. Still...]

Can you do me a favor, at least? As a personified England?

[unionjackoff]

[yeah, he sounds like a total weirdo, doesn't he? at least she did not laugh in his face...]

Um, I can try, at least! [he stands up a little straighter]

[zuper]

I am glad. I have an old friend. One I have not seen in a while. Her name is Lena Oxton. If you run across her, be sure to tell her that she does well for, ah..., how do you Englishmen put it....country and queen?

[unionjackoff]

[what a nice request. England relaxes then, and nods] I will make sure to let her know, if I see her. [he probably won't, all things considered. but he would at least be on the look-out]

[zuper]

Thank you. You are quite the honorable person.