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Dark Future Meme

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked

-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.

-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.

-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!

-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

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He took a wrong turn. That's usually how it ended with him. He knew he should have had these tunnels somewhat memorized. He senses something. Just... that feeling of being watched, followed. It paranoid him to all hell.

And... he still had that blind spot, he wasn't going to let up his guard as he limped his way through the tunnel. Maybe he should turn back, he thinks to himself. But no, he continues his merry way on, clutching tightly to the wand that had aided him through much more than it had before.

A limp and a missing eye. All the better. The injured elk, separated from his pack. The baby magmaworm straying too far from its parents.

He intentionally scrapes a claw down the side of the the cave wall, staying back in the shadows. It's fun to scare them.

As soon as he hears the claw to the wall, he instantly enters defensive mode.

He holds his ground, lifting the wand above him to illuminate the area. He was always just so thankful to have honed onto these skills. Except... the light was just out of reach of Gamzee. He cursed silently to himself as he held it up for a few more seconds, then lowered it to a comfortable position. Whatever it was out there, he was so very ready to fight.

He flashsteps, moves into the dark spaces behind Eridan and scratches the wall again. Let this one be terrified. Let him fear. It's fun to play.

The noise terrifies him, it's coming from behind suddenly. He spins around and fires off a blast into the dark. He... just watches it fly off and not hit anything. Growling, he tried to brighten the wand, trying to see just what was making the noise.

He had to chance it. Taking a deep breath, he spoke. "Identify yourself an' come out, an' maybe I won't have t'take force."

He remembers how to laugh. It comes out rasping and scraping, and from everywhere at once as he flashsteps around his victim.

He doesn't remember talking. Nor does he remember Eridan's voice.

Gamzee is gone. The monster is all that's left, and he's hungry.

He knows that laugh.

He knew it when it was full of life, when it was carefree. He could still recognize it in that disgusting . He's still fearful, there's no doubt about it. He's dangerous, but... he has to try. He needs to.

"Gamzee." he begins, his voice loud, but... almost in an odd sense as... calm. "Gamzee Makara. C'mon, Gam'. Come home with me. Come on back to us. I fuckin' miss you. We all miss you."

The words are meaningless to him, little squeaks and mewls from his victims as they beg for their lives or try to reason or whatever it is they do. He doesn't know anymore.

So there's no answer except for another menacing growl, echoing so that it's impossible to tell where it came from. He steps out into the light behind Eridan and approaches slowly, trying to see how close he can get before his prey notices.

"Damn it. You're my matesprit. Are you forgettin' everythin' we did? We built the WavveRider back up from scratch, you reminded me of what I missed the most an' I was able to share it with you. You showed me how I could finally accept myself an' be comfortable with myself in the ways that I needed t'be that I wasn't before, " He was getting frustrated, and he shook his head. "I was the one who helped you get through the initial nights we ran out of sopor. Y'almost killed me, I admit that, but I didn't run. I fucking stuck with you until you ran off."

Something catches the corner of his good eye. It's black where there should be white. He was getting dangerously close, and Eridan spun himself around. Fuck. He had forgotten how big he was. "G-Gamzee."

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He bares his teeth in a mockery of a grin and laughs again when he sees the fear in his prey's face. More words. So many words. They all make such strange sounds.

He takes a step closer, slow, methodical. Then another step. A growl rumbles deep in his throat.

"Stop."

He's not stopping. He begins walking backwards, trying to match his pace. He looked at him, and really looked at him. Eridan is trying his hardest to not sound frightened at all, but it's just not coming out. He trusted him, he put so much trust into him... and he comes back like this. Fuck.

"Stop" He gets forceful and loud, not enough to be a shout, but damn near it.

Without warning, he leaps forward at Eridan's chest, his teeth darting toward his throat.

What does he do when he's trying not to get killed but he has a devilish beast that used to be his matesprit charging at him?

He flails -- accidentally of course -- and instead of trying to shoot his face with the wand, he slams his other hand forward.

And he papped him.

It's a little like ringing a bell. Physical contact, more than anything else, reminds him of something buried so deeply he doesn't even recognize it as himself anymore. Sunlight and seawater and a hand in his...

But a bell echoes and resonates, and eventually the sound fades. It's enough to distract him for a moment, long enough for his charge to be interrupted. He blinks, like an animal clearing its vision.

Then he flashsteps and attacks Eridan from behind, going for his spine this time.

What he just did. The way he stopped at the accidental papping, and the way he tried to shake it off.

Holy fuck Karkat was right this shit does really work.

However, that did not stop Gamzee at all, he was able to turn around in time trying to follow him. Luck alone saved him from him hitting him in the spine... but his entire front half was to be hit.

Not good at all.

Gamzee hits him square in the chest, claws outstretched, mouth open and aiming again for his prey's throat. He keeps his teeth sharp, the better to bite through thick magmaworm skin.

They all die so beautifully when you get the throat just right.

Having a troll so much bigger and so much heavier than you slam into you and get ready to slice your throat to ribbons? It's not fun. He knew he had only a small opportunity to do this. He had one last chance to try to sway him over the right direction.

He really has nothing to live for, it seems. Man, he had a good run... for the most part. He had quadrants for the longest time, he did great things with them, man.... that's pretty sw---

Oh right, so he literally began slapping him in the face in an attempt to pap him. Well... it's close enough, right?

The slaps do little except to annoy him even more, but they are keeping him from the goal of the soft throat. So when a hand comes at him again, he jerks forward and bites, jaws closing like a bear trap around the offending fingers.

Whoa. He wasn't dead? Eridan had shut his eyes tight when he began slapping, and opened instantly when he felt a hand stop moving, and then came the pain. Wow. That really hurt.

That was the distraction he needed. He bit his own lip hard, to the point of bleeding, trying not to be overcome with the feeling of jaws tightening around his fingers.

The free hand does not attempt to slap at him this next time, but he's a bit more gentle... administering another pap. But, don't think this is the only one he is doing, oh no, he's not going to stop until his fingers were to be released and he made progress this time.

There's something there, perhaps. Something deep. Buried under too many layers, under all the rust and blood, drowned in slime and too many years living like this.

It reaches up vaguely, tries to find the daylight, but it's too far away.

He's gone. He's just a monster, and this is just his meal.

He grabs the other hand in a fist, crushing them until bones crack. Then he slams both hands back into the ground, effectively pinning his prey.

No escape now.

As he had originally feared. He hadn't felt pain like this since his foot was to be removed, hearing and feeling the bones crack in his hand, he let out such a scream, before interrupted by being pinned right to the ground.

He felt tears pooling quickly in his eyes, he looked up, focusing his eye on the other's, trying desperately to find something anything in him.

"G-Gamzee! Gamzee please, don't do this!" He tried to be reasonable with his voice, but fuck it all, he was in too much pain right now. "Gamzee, Gamzee... Gamzee please, I know you have to be in there. Eridan needs you, please... please don't do this. What would the others think?! Like Karkat?! Or ME?! Or-- Or anyone!? Gamzee you're going to regret this, just... please. Please!! P-P-P--" He couldn't help himself at this point, the more he pleaded while he waited for the end, he couldn't help but just become absolutely hysterical with screams and tears. Perhaps it was just because of the pain, or perhaps because he knew that if he were to die, he was going to stay dead... and he clearly didn't want that.

Words words words. Annoying. He closes a hand around his victim's throat just to stop the noise.

Gamzee Gamzee Gamzee. Maybe somewhere under all that rust he hears it, hears it and remembers. A name. A name to put to the monster. Maybe in another life he stops and repeats the name and draws back from his former matesprit, letting him go. Maybe he remembers. Maybe over the next several months, he comes back, piece by piece.

Maybe.

His world has no place for maybes.

So instead he digs his claws in and squeezes, aiming to tear Eridan's throat out with his bare hands.

And right then, black and white and yellow flares around Gamzee's hands, digging in painfully, forcing his fingers back from Eridan's throat. Farther and farther the bursts of color and chrome force Gamzee back, and then a glowing shield forms around Eridan, encasing him in an impenetrable sphere.

Yellow words form in the air in front of Eridan's face as the disembodied psionics beat his former matesprit back.

This is why you don't take casual strolls outside of my tunnels, dipshit. Put on your communit now.

It's best to give Eridan a few moments, Sollux. After the close encounter with Gamzee's claws, he's not only needing one moment to catch his breath, but to calm down himself as well.

When he's good to go, he does as followed, making sure that it was on and working before speaking. "I-- made a wrong. Wrong turn. Okay? F-Fuckin' tunnels all look th'same without half your sight." He hissed back to Sollux, looking out at Gamzee, but not for long. It's... painful to him. "Finally found him an' that's what happens. I swear."

He roars in rage and frustration as something happens, as the prey fights back somehow, fights him off. It sparks and hurts, like the lights his prey sometimes shines at him, and he stumbles backwards onto all fours. He leaps again, making incomprehensible snarling sounds as he scrabbles frantically at the bubble enclosing his meal.

Not fair. Not fair. Damned sheepmicefood.

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