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The Computer ([personal profile] thecomputer) wrote in [community profile] alphacomplex2014-11-01 09:59 am
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DAY 00

[Good afternoon, Citizens!

Your consciousness blurrily returns as the transport tube your comatose body was stored in opens up, admitting you access to an unfamiliar room. One wall is covered by vertical tubes, one occasionally sliding open to admit another confused person. The wall across from you has a sign saying "PROCEED TO CENTRAL HUB", with an arrow pointing at a red doorway in the corner. The wall to your right contains an unlabeled, dusty, and poorly-lit hallway with blue walls, floor, and ceiling. You can't see the end from here.

Somewhere on your person, you will find a thin, smartphone-sized object that wasn't there before. One side of it is lit up with a red background and a number of disabled menu items. Most of the screen is taken up by another message saying "PROCEED TO CENTRAL HUB".

What is this place, anyway? And who are these people stumbling in through the transport tube array?]

[[Beyond the three prompts below, anyone may start their own prompts to mingle or go off and do their own thing or whatever else they want!]]
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[personal profile] stinkingdeadendjob 2014-11-01 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clay... laughs. He laughs, walking away from the computer a little bit, putting his hand to his forehead as he slouches.]

Ha... hahahahmmhmheeheh... Luxury.
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[personal profile] stinkingdeadendjob 2014-11-01 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
LUXURY!?

[He swings around, marching straight up to the computer, finger pointed.]

Alcohol isn't a luxury, it's a NECESSITY. Drinking IS American. More American than you'll ever be. Day in, day out, you put your nose to the grind, sacrificing what happiness you've got left in you for the ones you love...

[He fumbles around, looking for the right words.]

... and at the end of it, at least you can count on a refreshing cold one waiting for you, to numb those pains, if just for a brief, brief moment. Without it, what've you got left... Hardly anything that'd distinguish you from me.

[His hands are shaking. But then, he clenches his fists.]

Fine. You want me to earn it? Fine, I'll earn it. Like always. Let's kill some commie bastards. It's not like they're any more human than you are, robot, so it's not even a sin.