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villagememes2020-11-19 10:10 pm
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test drive — winter
WINTER TEST DRIVE
Welcome to the test drive and thank you for your interest in The Village. This test drive is not game canon but will allow players the opportunity to experiment with game mechanics, the setting, and the flexibility of choice allowed by this game. The following prompts are examples of typical situations characters might face in the game. At least one thread from the TDM is required as part of the game's application process.
The setting details and locations are still being unveiled in the game, so prospective players are welcome to play with established locations or create their own within the general setting of Mathias.( Recommended listening: ♫ )
INTO THE ENDLESS
Winter has arrived in Mathias. Snow falls steadily, big puffy flakes that pile up quickly in drifts as the wind blows them around town. The trees in the forest are covered in it, the branches bending under the weight and shaking when the piles fall from them to the forest floor. The roofs of buildings become solid white and drifts form in doorways as the wind tries to rush inside anywhere it can.
New arrivals wake in the forest, with its winding paths twisting back on themselves as they branch in either direction. It isn't safe to stray from the path, there is a menacing fog that waits just a few yards inward in any direction, but for now, there is nothing impeding movement along those snow-covered paths that cut through the trees. Continue stumbling in one direction and you'll reach the small town, coming out near the mishmash of quaint houses that nestle beside crumbling ruins that used to be homes. But choose the other and you'll seem to stumble on forever, huddling against the wind until there seems to be a clearing up ahead—
And then nothing. The earth opens up before you in a ravine so deep that the bottom cannot be seen. The other side can be seen, tantalizingly out of reach, and there is the sense that safety is just beyond, if only you could get there. But with that sensation is also the knowledge that if you stay here, you will die. The edge seems unsteady, like getting too close would set it crumbling and send you tumbling into that dark endless nothing that waits below...
BODIES WITHOUT SOULS
Benedict Books is nestled quaintly on the square surrounding Mathias's Town Hall, a thick layer of dirt covering the front windows. Looking through those windows provides a much different view than looking directly into the shop through the doorway — vague shapes and forms of figures seem to be inside, though no details can be determined through the streaks of grime. Flickers that resemble flashlights can be seen passing along the windows from time to time, and on occasion there is even a muffled tapping sound that comes from behind the glass, as if someone is trying to get your attention. The same distorted figures can be seen looking through the windows from the inside outward, but moving from one side or the other reveals... nothing. There is nothing there, and perhaps it is all in your imagination.
A portrait hangs at the front of the store to illustrate the namesake of the little shop... that may, in fact, not be so little. Dust covers everything in sight and detritus litters the wooden floor, as if someone left the door open and allowed half the forest inside.
The books are mostly familiar titles from the 1990s and earlier, but close examination will reveal that key details seem to have been changed. They fill shelves in neat lines along the walls and rows in between, the building almost seeming to stretch on forever until, finally, a small office can be seen tucked away in the back. A glance back toward the front door gives the impression that the room isn't that big, after all. Strange that you previously thought so.
Prying the door open is the only way to get inside the small office; the hinges have rusted and are caked with dirt and grime. Search as you might, there are no interesting bits of information to be found here beyond a few inventory lists on the little desk. There is, however, a green and gold safe in the corner that, no matter how many times one turns the dial, simply clicks and clicks. Scratches around the safe indicate that someone tried to get in at one point, though there's no indication as to whether they succeeded.
THE END APPROACHES
Standing at the center of Mathias, the town hall is a modest two-story building that would be welcoming if not for the faded sign, chipped paint, and deafening silence within its empty halls. It's a typical government building, with a reception desk at the front and rows of identical offices within, the names half faded from each door. But what catches the attention is a large bulletin board on the main wall beside the reception desk, once meant to hold flyers or announcements for the community.
What it holds now is decidedly different. Tacked onto the board are scraps of paper covered in an assortment of handwriting styles — requests for supplies should anyone find them, pieces of information shared in the hopes of someone understanding the strange symbols and mathematical equations, notes about those missing or recently deceased. And over the center of the board, tacked on top of other papers, is a map discolored with age. Mathias Township can be read in the corner, a stretch of forest displayed beneath it, but everything else has been smeared to illegibility with red... ink? Upon close examination, a keen eye will realize that the ink is actually blood, though whether it is human is unknown. And scrawled across that forest, nearly covering the illustration of a clearing and a large house within, are the wordshe is coming
A number of tarnished metal pushpins are scattered around the edges of the board, waiting for future messages to be shared, and a stack of pristine white paper and pile of cheap ballpoint pens rest on one of three chairs beside the board. The chairs are clearly meant for those waiting for meetings and are covered in the same layer of grime as everything else in the building — everything except the pens, paper, and bulletin board.
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HELP I thought about waiting but I was just too excited.That's just. Such an odd way of phrasing things and John doesn't quite know what to make of it. I know a few that could go by that name. I'm a doctor of many things. Huh. That's... okay? Maybe it's a Canadian thing?But she might know Dr. Benton, that's what she's saying here, right? He should try and stay on her good side, so he just says,] Right.
[Right, he says, like that makes perfect sense, with the conviction of someone who is absolutely faking his oral exam.]
It's good to meet you, Dr. Magnus! I'm with the surgical department. [A beat.] I just said that. Sorry, it's just... it's been a long day.
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HIT ME UP FAM LETS GOA Canadian thing. Hardly, she's very British in fact. ]I hope that your expertise won't be needed here. Although, you never know. [ She smiles. ] General surgery, or do you have a certain area you are best known for?
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Oh, uh. I'm still looking into specialties, to be honest. I'm currently interning with general, though I just spent a lot of time with pediatric surgery before that.
[And he hopes that will be needed even less.
He flashes her a quick smile.]
What about you, Dr. Of Many Things?
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[ Helen gives a small shrug with that smile turning a bit mysterious. ]
I'm often involved in treatment and surgery. Diagnosis. A bit of everything, I'm afraid. My patients are... unique in many ways. I handle their care entirely with my staff. You could say I run something of a private practice.
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[Oh. It's getting cryptic again. Maybe it's just a thing she does? Carter gives her another bewildered smile.]
I haven't really worked in the private sector but that sounds very interesting. Unique as in rare diseases?
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[ She knows its far from helpful--more than simply cryptic. Yet, most people have a hard time understanding the world that she exists in. Not just her reality, but the beings and people she meets. ]
How far a long are you in your internship?
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[He doesn't, not really, but it's getting to a point where he feels rude to ask her to elaborate, like slipping in that awkward spot when you ask someone to repeat themselves too many times.]
Oh, uh, the year is almost up. Which is why I really need to get back to work? Like, I'm sure I don't have to tell you how much it would suck to get fired now after all the crunch.
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It seems like from the data I have found? Time in Mathias may not be exactly normal. It could be that what we experience here is dilated from our normal flow of time. O r rather, our perception of it is.
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[His mind is racing at that, trying to think of any possible reasons and explanations for that. Sounds like a drug. LSD in the water? Mass hallucination? A chemical spill maybe?]
What makes you think that? What kind of data have you found?
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Well, it was about 2010 for me... and the technology of this place seems hardly past 1997. I can't find a working computer, let alone a home network for internet.
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That's because... it's... 1996?
[Wow. Definitely a drug. Or all that cryptic talk should have warned him off that maybe she's a little... out there?]
Are you feeling okay? Any dizziness, nausea, blurry vision...?
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I assure you, Mr. Carter. It has nothing to do with my physical health. It would seem all of us not only come from different points in history... but in fact, may come from different places all together.
For example. You were in Chicago just before this. I met a man who was in New York City. I was in British Columbia.
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[He trails off with a little laugh because saying it out loud is just another level of outlandish.]
You're saying you're from the future. And all this, it's like... Narnia where suddenly you're in another world and then there's always that scene where the protagonist gets told that magic is real.
[His mouth snaps shut and glances back over at the board with the ominous blood writing. he is coming.]
And that's me. I'm that guy.
... I think I need to sit down.
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[ She shrugs slightly. ]
Take the time you need. It's a lot to take in.
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[Carter shakes his head and actually sits, keeping his head down and taking a couple of deep breaths.]
I think I'm going to be sick.
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[ She gives him a wide smile at that. Enjoy trying to figure it out, Carter. ]
It's certainly a lot to take in at once.