MOCK ROUND INTRO LOG

[foundationmods]

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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[artificialhighness]

[Stares helpfully back. She can do this all day, non-pastel goth.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ BRING IT

... Granted, he's kind of just worn the heck down, so he's giving an exasperated sigh. ]

You got a letter, right?

[artificialhighness]

[She just holds hers up. No pockets on this outfit, y'all.]

It's been a while since I've seen anyone use anything like this.

[She means the primitive method of communication.]

[enter_the_darkness]

... Like paper?

[artificialhighness]

Yes. Paper letters. We stopped using those before the war.

[A thoughtful pause.]

There are still those who like the feel of them. But it's unusual.

[enter_the_darkness]

The war...?

[ Yes, hi, he's Very Interested in hearing about this war. ]

What'd you use instead?

[artificialhighness]

I suppose there are many here who wouldn't know -- the war between robots and humankind. A long time ago, now.

Before the war, humankind had advanced to what they would perhaps consider godly realms. They created a form of life, which is us. And they created many technologies for communication and other things.

[So really who needs letters when you have the iPhone XXXtreme.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Ah.

Hm. ]

I see...

[ He is on a weird planet with some weird mix of people, now. So, no surprises on that being a different war from the one he knows about. Besides, in the end, that's not even what's most important. The most important detail to ask about is: ]

You were created?

[artificialhighness]

All robots are created, whether by a human or a robot.

[She seems just the faintest bit bemused to be explaining this, but then again, this is indeed a weird mix of people.]

My creator was human. Perhaps one of the last ones. It's hard to say.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ ... Hm. ]

I see.

[ An artificial being? That's... well. He's falling quiet, head lowered a little with the face of his helmet tilted the tiniest bit towards the floor. Someone's going all thoughtful, apparently. ]

Does it bother you, at all?

[artificialhighness]

[She's going to thoughtfully watch him be thoughtful for a moment.]

Not particularly. Each being is brought to life by others -- each robot is created in much the same way. So long as we know our purpose, it's enough for many of us.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ His shoulders tense a little at the mention of "purpose". ]

And what's yours?

[artificialhighness]

To bring salvation to robots and humankind.

[She absolutely said that with a straight face and perfectly serenely.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Vanitas is... going quiet for a while now. It would seem something she said has him going thoughtful. ]

How do you plan to do that?

[artificialhighness]

[She lets him keep his quiet until he's ready to let go of it.]

I heal, and save from Ruin. I grant eternal life to all beings.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ Uh. . . huh? ]

Eternal life...? How?

[artificialhighness]

[Welcome to Robot Hell 301. There will be a quiz.]

In our time, robots and humans have found the way to immortality. I am simply a healer who keeps them on that path.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ HE DIDN'T BRING ANYTHING TO TAKE NOTES???

The body language might be the giveaway: he's somewhat... torn... by this concept. ]

And that makes you happy?

[artificialhighness]

[Get it memorized, helmet head.

She just watches curiously as he struggles with it. It's not exactly a controversial concept where she comes from. For the most part. As with many things, the minority dissents loudest.]

Happiness...? I suppose, if fighting the dying world and pulling life from it must be named, then happiness is as good a word as any. I prefer to name it beauty.

[enter_the_darkness]

[ What an interesting response.

He's quietly studying her for a moment, and then he's shaking his head. There's a bitter-sounding 'heh' slipping out. ]

Sounds like something he'd've been interested in.

[artificialhighness]

[She doesn't seem put off by the bitterness or the watching.

Bitterness, after all, isn't all that uncommon when it comes to those in her life. It might be a more constant companion than you'd expect.]

... Someone you knew?

[enter_the_darkness]

[ He's quiet for several seconds... ]

You could say that. [ . . . ] He's someone too soft, too weak, too pathetic to waste my breath actually talking about, though.

[artificialhighness]

Ah. And yet I know more of him than I know of you.

[It’s not completely pointed in her quiet voice, but, well. She can’t help it.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ . . . ]

So you do. [ quiet snort ] What do you even wanna know?

[artificialhighness]

A name is not a bad place to start. I am Luna.