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!
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[But she hadn't thought it was important enough to check out. A fact that she was severely regretting.]
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[But the way she trails off is an indication that she could definitely find him.]
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How long ago did he post that?
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[She had other, more important things to worry about, okay! Like headaches and the aftermath of the fact that her entire apartment is filled with people that have the power to destroy the world.]
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So a mysterious man showed up on the network to say CERES was gone. What happened after that?
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[She wonders if it's too late to use her psychometry on the walls and to see what had actually happened here.
But suddenly knowing everything would be suspicious. Though a detective not knowing anything was even more suspicious.]
....a lot happened. I didn't...I didn't pay attention.
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...I suppose that we'll all find out in due time. Thank you for telling me what you know.
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[And she's sorry that she couldn't give him more than that.]
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...Come on, now. Stiff upper lip. There will be other opportunities for discovery. There are still so many questions left unanswered about this place, after all.
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[She's sorry. Really.]
...I'll do better though. I promise. [She's not even sure why it took her this long to pick herself up and do something about it. Maybe it's because she's not the strategist most of the time. She's an information collector. And what a terrible job she's been doing of it.]
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I'm sure you will. For now, just be thankful you are still around. [if they were closer, here is where England might give her a pat on the shoulder. but instead there is just that awkward pause]
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[She tenses at the awkward pause, half-worried that he'd reach out and try to pat her head or something. Just because she would have appreciated it means nothing to her, of course.]
....Thanks. It's...good to see you back.
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and... ah! her words make him feel a lot better actually] Thank you. It's good to be back. I don't... really recall being gone, but I suppose I was, for quite a while.
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[Not like she noticed or anything!]
...And you're welcome.