MOCK ROUND INTRO LOG

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Welcome to Rokkenjima. This island may just be a copy in the middle of reformation, but the Witch extends her greetings all the same. Please, relax.

This game is just a trial run, but please do not think you can sleep through this. The Witch fully intends to put the system through its paces, so please put up a good fight.

The difficulty level depends on you. Think deeply on your moves during this short play time.

You wake with a start - even if you don't remember falling asleep in the first place - and find yourself standing on the dock of what looks like an island. There's a noise behind you - and if you turn to look, you'll see a plain white boat taking off and leaving you all behind, not stopping for a second if you try to flag them down or scream at them.

It doesn't look like you can swim to shore, either - there's nothing but sea in all directions, and something tells you trying to swim out will end up badly. However, a small dip, if you were so inclined, would be fine. It's not like the weather is bad for it - it feels like it's summer, despite whatever it was when you laid eyes on the envelope.

...Speaking of, Every last one of you have an envelope in your hands, with a gold letter 'L' on it. It's the same letter you were reading before you 'woke' up here, after all. More than that, those of you who had supernatural or magical abilities will feel...strange, as if your abilities are being forcibly blocked. Try as you might, you just can't use them - though all of your physical abilities are intact, of course.

If you decide to head up the path, you'll find Goat....men? waiting for you near the doors to the mansion. Despite their bright red eyes, they merely bow politely and wordlessly bring you into the mansion, showing you your rooms and then stating that they will prepare food for you or anything else you should need whenever you want, in surprisingly deep voices.

As they leave, you can't help but wonder...

What did you just get yourself into?


Mock Round Calendar!
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Comments

[iblistriggered]

[The shortiest of shorties has arrived. The silver-furred hedgehog looks more than a little uncomfortable, especially with some sort of block on his ESP powers....

The goat people are actually the least concerning thing about this whole ordeal. In fact, they're sort of a welcome sight! Even if they are very, very, very tall. But by the time he makes it up to the house, he's visibly out of breath.] Uuggghhh... I hate walking... I hate walking so much.

[he leans against the wall, panting]

[artificialhighness]

[There's a saying about furries of a feather here.

Anyway, Luna doesn't seem to be at all out of the breath after the climb, and in fact she's probably taken a tour of the gardens by the time Silver huffs and puffs his way to the mansion. She's holding a single flawless red rose that she's borrowed from the garden at this point and stops to contemplate him.]

Your legs are short. You could have had someone carry you.

[This seems pretty self-evident??]

[iblistriggered]

[he looks up at the girl who is... a human?? Maybe?? She has big eyes... Eh... whatever... He takes a deep breath in and out and sits up straight]

I'll have you know my legs are perfectly proportional to my body!! I'm just... I'm just a little out of shape is all!

[artificialhighness]

They're more or less proportional. But I'm guessing you won't be swimming out of here anytime soon.

[#judging

She seems to be taking the whole giant white hedgehog-looking thingamajig in stride, but then she's definitely seen weirder. Technology being what it is back home. Also she is absolutely not human but it doesn't usually occur to her that that's something strange. She'll tilt her head a little; she's short enough that she probably doesn't have to look down at him too much.]

It's all right, though. I don't think we'll be going anywhere else.

[iblistriggered]

[he pales a little at the concept of "water"] Oh, no way! I'm no good at swimming... usually I could levitate out over the water but... something is blocking my psychokinesis. [He seems to have caught his breath at least, and he fixes his head quills] I'm ok with staying here for right now, anyway. It's pretty here!

[artificialhighness]

[... a floating hedgehog........

A floating hedgehog afraid of water...... She just stares for a long moment, but that's as far as her confusion goes for now.]

The witch. I suppose that would explain why you're not used to walking.

[Or having legs that work. Can't wait for him to be our resident dojikko.]

[iblistriggered]

[he catches her staring] Hey! In my time, it's really common for people to have psychic powers! And... I mean, I can walk. Obviously... I just don't do it very much. The biggest muscle in MY body is definitely my brain!

[not that the brain is a muscle, but don't tell Silver that]

[artificialhighness]

[Someone's gonna tell him....... but it ain't going to be her. She's just going to stare harder, without much more change in expression. The most potentially deadpan robot in the world.]

... It certainly is the biggest muscle.

[She'll give him that much......]

There are no 'psychic powers' where I come from. All that we do, we accomplish with technology.

[iblistriggered]

Technology? Well, we use a lot of technology, too! It's not like psychic powers are the only thing we have. [he tilts his head] Where... DO you come from?

[artificialhighness]

So there are creatures that walk and move normally, where you come from?

[No shade. Maybe a little shade.

But also how would she know, she hasn't met this variety of hedgewitch before.]

As for myself, I come from Earth, of course.

[iblistriggered]

Yeah, of course! Like I know a seagull, he can read minds and put thoughts in your head... but he has to walk everywhere.

[shade totally missed.

probably for the best???]

Earth? That's the name of my world, too!

[artificialhighness]

A woodland creature that flies, and a bird that walks. Truly strange.

[Probably for the best indeed.

She's guessing he's a woodland creature because everything here is wild mass guessing.]

I imagine they're very different, your Earth and mine.

[iblistriggered]

Yeah... it kind of sucks. Most of the bird people I know can't fly like real birds... they have arms instead of wings. They don't let it get them down, though.

[Silver nods]

I guess there must be a lot of worlds out there... I wonder how many of them are called "Earth"...

[artificialhighness]

I would think that anything bird-shaped would be able to fly. That is how our creators would have done it.

[It's a little sad, perhaps, to think of all these arm-birds sadly flapping around below.

There are a lot of seabirds here, probably, because of how Umineko works. Those are at least nice to look at.]

Earth is just a name. If this here is Earth, it's a much easier one to live in than any I've seen for a long time.

[iblistriggered]

It would probably make more sense... but life doesn't always make sense, does it. Wait... Creators?

[birds ARE nice to look at!]

[artificialhighness]

Humans, of course. And robots, once we got that far. Those are the life forms where I come from.

[iblistriggered]

Wait... are you... are you a robot?

[ :O!! ]

[artificialhighness]

Yes. One created by a human, some time ago.

[iblistriggered]

[he seems a little unsure, but he tries not to let it color his perception of her]

... I'm sorry. The only robots I know are were made by a really evil man, so they're all pretty evil themselves...

[artificialhighness]

Oh. It's all right -- even in our time, when robots have their own will, there are many who are still colored by the nature of their creator, and many others who have lost their way. They're like humans, in a lot of ways. So it's a good idea to be just as careful of a strange robot as you would of any other stranger.

[She's not sure how 'psychic woodland creature strangers' rate on this list, but she did stop herself from just saying 'human stranger'. Gotta learn the confusing multiversal lingo.]

As for myself, I was created to bring salvation to both robots and humankind.

[iblistriggered]

I see! So where you're from, robots have their own personalities and stuff... I know one robot kind of like that... he's um...

[Omega is. Well. He's someone, that's for sure. And that's not even mentioning Metal Sonic...]

Anyway... So you were created to bring hope to everyone? That's a noble cause.

[artificialhighness]

He's...?

[Now she's curious, given his general attitude here, so she's going to probe a little more. It's been a long time since robots were just drones or 1-2 step AIs where she comes from; they've gone far, far past that now. Perhaps a little too far.

There were many problems in my home, both created by and experienced by robots. There was always a lot to do. But there were many who worked for salvation.

[iblistriggered]

He's.... hm. He's very serious, for one thing... and he doesn't really have much of a personality outside of wanting to destroy everything that his creator made. But he seems to have his own will? Mr. Omega is a hard guy to pin down! But he seems to enjoy hanging out with Shadow and Rouge.

[Or so it seems? He seems to relax around them, at least... but it's hard to tell anything with an E-series...]

It sounds like robots were basically just another kind of person. That's pretty cool!!

[artificialhighness]

The technology was advanced enough that humans more or less created life.

[It's been a long time since then, but that gets a little bit too complicated for a quick robo-primer. She takes a moment to build the image of his robot-not-quite-buddy in her head...]

There are always those robots who rebel against their creator. They are either badly made, or something else happened to them -- almost the same as with humans. This Mr. Omega was a friend of yours?

[iblistriggered]

I don't know for sure what made Omega want to rebel against Eggman, his creator, instead of obeying his will... I'm really not that close to him. But I think it's that he wants to prove he's the best? [he laughs a little, sheepishly] He's not really my friend. Pretty sure he thinks I'm just a useless "meatbag". But the enemy of my enemy is my friend.