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redshift: tdm #4

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a. the red shit.
There are rumblings in the deepest, most overgrown part of the agricultural area, where until very recently there was a lingering pocket of red algae. The good news is, the red algae is gone! The bad news is, it all got eaten by a mutated bear-thing with giant antlers. The algae did a number on the poor thing, doping it up and confusing it to the point where everything is an enemy.
What’s worse? The algae has adapted, colonizing the creature’s entire body. The algae has mutated in the process, releasing a protective cloud of toxins that causes severe hallucinations, as well as some of the protective and euphoric qualities that the red algae originally possessed. Which means the mutated, antlered, bear-thing is accompanied by a small army of other creatures, from large to small, who are all very invested in its survival and also are being driven crazy by its presence.
Prepare yourselves for one hell of a hunt. These animals can pop up almost everywhere in the agricultural zones, and when they do show their paws it’s to go on a rampage.
What’s worse? The algae has adapted, colonizing the creature’s entire body. The algae has mutated in the process, releasing a protective cloud of toxins that causes severe hallucinations, as well as some of the protective and euphoric qualities that the red algae originally possessed. Which means the mutated, antlered, bear-thing is accompanied by a small army of other creatures, from large to small, who are all very invested in its survival and also are being driven crazy by its presence.
Prepare yourselves for one hell of a hunt. These animals can pop up almost everywhere in the agricultural zones, and when they do show their paws it’s to go on a rampage.
b. fashionista.
It wouldn’t be Anchor if the bots weren’t fucking shit up.
This time, the spa bots have gone full stylist coach, chasing down residents and trying to do their hair, nails, makeup, or change their clothes. In some cases, they're literally sweeping people off their feet and carrying them to the hot springs, massage rooms, and spa areas to be pampered. Too bad most of their cosmetics are fifty years out of date and the closests they’ve raided either had another resident’s clothes or moth-eaten dust-covered rags.
Is that the jacket Idris Elba was wearing in the introductory video? It kinda looks like it.
But it’s not all bad! The bots actually give great massages and fantastic mani-pedis. They also have a small stash of fresh cosmetics and clean clothes that got left behind in the spas. They might not fit great, but they look pretty good!
If your character doesn’t practice proper self-care, well. They’d better watch out. These bots have a particular eye for the sad, the filthy, the tired, and they’re going to make sure you get some damn fine pampering.
This time, the spa bots have gone full stylist coach, chasing down residents and trying to do their hair, nails, makeup, or change their clothes. In some cases, they're literally sweeping people off their feet and carrying them to the hot springs, massage rooms, and spa areas to be pampered. Too bad most of their cosmetics are fifty years out of date and the closests they’ve raided either had another resident’s clothes or moth-eaten dust-covered rags.
Is that the jacket Idris Elba was wearing in the introductory video? It kinda looks like it.
But it’s not all bad! The bots actually give great massages and fantastic mani-pedis. They also have a small stash of fresh cosmetics and clean clothes that got left behind in the spas. They might not fit great, but they look pretty good!
If your character doesn’t practice proper self-care, well. They’d better watch out. These bots have a particular eye for the sad, the filthy, the tired, and they’re going to make sure you get some damn fine pampering.
c. whole foods: 2.0.
Remember that whole Whole Foods grocery store thing that happened? Well, the grocery store and the zombies are still there. Only now there are more zombies, and two giant supply trucks have shown up, one behind and one in front of the store.
The one at the rear of the store can be accessed fairly easily. It’s painted to look like a giant United States flag, with a dramatic crying eagle emblazoned across the back doors. Inside, there is beer. Lots and lots of beer, and a bunch of semiautomatic rifles. Also some skeletons. Seems like the guns and booze didn’t help them.
The one in front of the store is thickly surrounded, the creatures clawing at the plain white sides of the semi like there’s something precious inside.
If Anchorites can make it through, if they can fend off the monsters and keep from getting torn to pieces by a hoard of bloodthirsty beasts, they’ll find out what that precious truck contains.
It’s twinkies. A semi full of twinkies. We hope you’ve got a sweet tooth, Anchor.
The one at the rear of the store can be accessed fairly easily. It’s painted to look like a giant United States flag, with a dramatic crying eagle emblazoned across the back doors. Inside, there is beer. Lots and lots of beer, and a bunch of semiautomatic rifles. Also some skeletons. Seems like the guns and booze didn’t help them.
The one in front of the store is thickly surrounded, the creatures clawing at the plain white sides of the semi like there’s something precious inside.
If Anchorites can make it through, if they can fend off the monsters and keep from getting torn to pieces by a hoard of bloodthirsty beasts, they’ll find out what that precious truck contains.
It’s twinkies. A semi full of twinkies. We hope you’ve got a sweet tooth, Anchor.
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He's finally starting to understand the full scope of the problem. The last time they were out here, Carlisle unknowingly commanded a dozen corpses to attack him - and that was just a moment's anger. Now imagine him consumed by it. Filled with resentment and malice over the life he endured, unable to find peace even in death, lashing out indiscriminately at anyone unfortunate enough to get too close. The living and the dead alike, falling under his thrall. And if anyone had the strength to resist... Qubit's eyes fall to the half-zombie nearby, its entrails spilled out on the blasted sands. Even if one somehow resisted his control, how long could they hold off a horde of their undead neighbors?
It turns his stomach. He doesn't know what to say. ]
Carlisle...
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I thought I fell asleep. It felt so long, and simultaneously as though I'd only just nodded off in my exhaustion, like an unintended nap. Yet, when I awoke, everything had changed. I had changed.
[His hands curl in on themselves, the glow of his eyes brighter in his agitation.]
My family long ago swore themselves to protect Bear Den. I thought they would be in good hands when I passed. As the last of our bloodline, I willed the town everything we had. I could hardly sleep in those final days, but I rested well then, thinking the people would thrive long after us. What followed -- it felt like... dreamlike, unreal. Vague images I could barely recall. Feelings that couldn't have been mine. Faces I should have been able to recognize, but were suddenly foreign to me, their features twisted in agony.
[Across his face is a mixture of shame and disgust, all of it aimed internally. There is bitterness too, the kind of volatile resentment he attributed to Revenants just moments before -- it identifies him now, is as much a part of him as his lineage. He feels it wearing into him, and turns away from Qubit to spare himself some embarrassment. His words come out harsher through his gritted teeth.]
I awakened as myself, yet remained in a nightmare. I am a contradiction, the antithesis of all I ever was and all my family stood against. I wanted so desperately to be anything but the failure of my bloodline, and I became the scourge of it. Everyone I had ever known, everyone I looked to and who looked to me for help, people I had known my entire life—
[Something in his throat gives him pause; he swallows it down, and pushes a breath through him, in and out.]
I realized only just now, out here with you, what happened to all of them. How they ended up the way they were. How they died, and how they reanimated. What I did to them.