Black sivv, comfortable with the repetitive task, fires upon the lone remaining foe.
And so does their drone.
[color=red]This sivv[/color] continues the routine effort to pull the trigger.
The party's focused fire is enough to blow the final foe away!
There's nothing stopping you from blowing this place sky high.
White Sivv follows the instructions Red Sivv gives for placing the charges unquestioningly and perfectly, preparing to blow this abomination to the glorious Sivv empire into oblibion.
Black sivv nods, clearly ready for the end.
Janzi(?) looks about.
There's something wrong. Why are you sivv? I mean, you've always been... right?
Suddenly, strangely, you all see in the sky a menu—floating letters in a field of endless darkness that telepathically convey their meaning.
But there is something scripted about the scene. Would he not have been blind for much of that time? Would sivv reproduction not be industrialized in the modern age? What is a 'he' and how is a 'his' anyway? Perhaps his (see, there it is again!) memories have been tampered with... He (another!) distinctly remembers something about a mammoth engagement of monumental consequence, not here amid the ice and snow of this bland planet, but up there, in the inky black among the stars. What was his place there? It felt important, somehow. Very important. If he could just remember...
[color=red]This sivv[/color] blinks hard at Exit.
Suddenly a message flashes before all:
“Insufficient Conditioning for EXIT
[color=red]This sivv Booker[/color] groans audibly and blinks reluctantly at A Socially Appropriate Party.
A wide swath of swampland stretches out in rolling, tree-studded hills and bogs. Titanic buildings of an immense city spread out from all edges of the swamp, giving the area the constrained feel of a city park despite its size. A metal tower, less than 3 feet in diameter, extends upward from a nearby hill like a tall antenna or an electronic signal tower. A throng of tentacled aberrations mingle in and around a grand pavilion tent decorated with violet streamers and topped with a holographic sign reading “Congratulations.”
One of them approaches, holding forth to you a metal cup filled with a frothing liquid in the crab-like claw dangling just under their face. “Many felicitations on the impending arrival of your spawn, Vheiransch. Your joy is presumed.”
"Your presumption is prescribed," [color=red]Booker[/color] replies, accepting the cup. "As is my joy. Let us proceed."
The black sivv nods, also ready to proceed.
Blue Sivv partakes of the toast and guzzles down the frothing liquid.
Red and Blue sivv each partake.
Something's wrong. The sivv who offered the cup didn't get a new one for each of you... it was the same cup, the exact same cup... This party is for you. It's for your whole squad, but everyone treats you like one sivv.
Each of you know EXACTLY who you are. You are not some random soldier sivv. You are more. You are Vheiransch, and this party is for you. The successful spawning of a new generation is worthy of celebration. Congratulations Vheiransch, you have done well for the empire.
You wander about the party, making small talk. There are a few sivv whose presence matters more. Be a good sivv and talk to them....
Chreivill, a spawn-mate with whom you have shared a lifelong rivalry.
The spawn-mate Chreivill expresses embarrassment at having insufficiently assisted with the party’s preparation but is delighted that the social function seems to be going well.
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Ehnathuk, a social superior who has politely deigned to attend the function.
This sivv mentions multiple times that their participation at an event such as this is beneath their social station, and that they have many other important events to attend at this very time, but their affection for you compelled them to select this party over several competing social interests.
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Khruzz, a coworker
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Nixesk, a ceremonial priest whose presence is demanded by tradition
A fussy traditionalist, the ceremonial priest seems to enjoy the gathering but complains of the pavilion tent being an unacceptably modern hue, the attendees being of an inauspicious multiple of sacred numbers, and so forth.
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Scraesul, a professional party critic live-streaming a review of the party
In the higher echelons of sivv society, having a professional party critic attend and provide up-to-the-moment social-media impressions is a mark of great prestige. This particular critic, a sivv named Scraesul, is gregarious and quick to identify the roles and relationships of other partygoers.
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Uxzhon, an entertainer who performs on a speaker emanating a chorus of synth-voices
The entertainer is busy providing music for the party with a large instrument that emits synthesized voices in an energetic choir, but they’re happy to have a short conversation with Vheiransch.
You are a disobedient sivv. This spoiler is not for you. you shame the empire with your entitlement.
TRACKER for the SIVV OVERLORD
Ehnathuk basks in the compliments, and uses it to "humble brag" at the number of slaves included in the spawning gift for Vheiransch. Vheiransch can tell that Ehnathuk is not being entirely truthful in this regard, but they want to be seen as magnanimous. There is an opening to assert your station.
Each of you know EXACTLY who you are. You are not some random soldier sivv. You are more. You are Vheiransch, and this party is for you. The successful spawning of a new generation is worthy of celebration. Congratulations Vheiransch, you have done well for the empire.
You wander about the party, making small talk. There are a few sivv whose presence matters more. Be a good sivv and talk to them....
Chreivill, a spawn-mate with whom you have shared a lifelong rivalry.
The spawn-mate Chreivill expresses embarrassment at having insufficiently assisted with the party’s preparation but is delighted that the social function seems to be going well.
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Ehnathuk, a social superior who has politely deigned to attend the function.
This sivv mentions multiple times that their participation at an event such as this is beneath their social station, and that they have many other important events to attend at this very time, but their affection for you compelled them to select this party over several competing social interests.
Vheiransch can tell that Ehnathuk is not being entirely truthful in this regard, but they want to be seen as magnanimous. There is an opening to assert your station.
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Khruzz, a coworker
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Nixesk, a ceremonial priest whose presence is demanded by tradition
A fussy traditionalist, the ceremonial priest seems to enjoy the gathering but complains of the pavilion tent being an unacceptably modern hue, the attendees being of an inauspicious multiple of sacred numbers, and so forth.
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Scraesul, a professional party critic live-streaming a review of the party
In the higher echelons of sivv society, having a professional party critic attend and provide up-to-the-moment social-media impressions is a mark of great prestige. This particular critic, a sivv named Scraesul, is gregarious and quick to identify the roles and relationships of other partygoers.
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Uxzhon, an entertainer who performs on a speaker emanating a chorus of synth-voices
The entertainer is busy providing music for the party with a large instrument that emits synthesized voices in an energetic choir, but they’re happy to have a short conversation with Vheiransch.
You are a disobedient sivv. This spoiler is not for you. you shame the empire with your entitlement.
TRACKER for the SIVV OVERLORD
[color=red]Vheiransch[/color] wriggles over to Uxzhon the Entertainer, if only to persuade them to stop that awful racket for a few moments.
"Greetings, Uxzhon," [color=red]Vheiransch[/color] offers, with the tone of one who deigns to speak politely to an underling. "It is fitting that you should accompany this celebration. How long have you been engaged for today?"
Uxzhon only makes a quick nod, indicating that the music must continue.
Each of you know EXACTLY who you are. You are not some random soldier sivv. You are more. You are Vheiransch, and this party is for you. The successful spawning of a new generation is worthy of celebration. Congratulations Vheiransch, you have done well for the empire.
You wander about the party, making small talk. There are a few sivv whose presence matters more. Be a good sivv and talk to them....
Chreivill, a spawn-mate with whom you have shared a lifelong rivalry.
The spawn-mate Chreivill expresses embarrassment at having insufficiently assisted with the party’s preparation but is delighted that the social function seems to be going well.
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Ehnathuk, a social superior who has politely deigned to attend the function.
This sivv mentions multiple times that their participation at an event such as this is beneath their social station, and that they have many other important events to attend at this very time, but their affection for you compelled them to select this party over several competing social interests.
Vheiransch can tell that Ehnathuk is not being entirely truthful in this regard, but they want to be seen as magnanimous. There is an opening to assert your station.
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Khruzz, a coworker
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Nixesk, a ceremonial priest whose presence is demanded by tradition
A fussy traditionalist, the ceremonial priest seems to enjoy the gathering but complains of the pavilion tent being an unacceptably modern hue, the attendees being of an inauspicious multiple of sacred numbers, and so forth.
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Scraesul, a professional party critic live-streaming a review of the party
In the higher echelons of sivv society, having a professional party critic attend and provide up-to-the-moment social-media impressions is a mark of great prestige. This particular critic, a sivv named Scraesul, is gregarious and quick to identify the roles and relationships of other partygoers.
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Uxzhon, an entertainer who performs on a speaker emanating a chorus of synth-voices
The entertainer is busy providing music for the party with a large instrument that emits synthesized voices in an energetic choir, but they’re happy to have a short conversation with Vheiransch.
You are a disobedient sivv. This spoiler is not for you. you shame the empire with your entitlement.
TRACKER for the SIVV OVERLORD
Blue Sivv Veiranch also moves over to Uxzhon.
"Those synth voices sound like a sample from the Eliminator Roland DX500 Synth Voice Sampler. How is it that were able to capture those sounds is such a clean format with minimal distortion?"
Unfortunately, Vheiransch has NO EXPERIENCE with music.... so the Uxzhon ignores the question as it comes from someone ignorant.
[color=red]Vheiransch[/color] approaches Scraesul cautiously, almost deferentially, looking to learn. "Greetings, well-connected one. You are adequately acquainted with the politics of the other guests?"
"Acquainted enough to know you're not really the center of attention despite the action Vheiransch."
Each of you know EXACTLY who you are. You are not some random soldier sivv. You are more. You are Vheiransch, and this party is for you. The successful spawning of a new generation is worthy of celebration. Congratulations Vheiransch, you have done well for the empire.
You wander about the party, making small talk. There are a few sivv whose presence matters more. Be a good sivv and talk to them....
Chreivill, a spawn-mate with whom you have shared a lifelong rivalry.
The spawn-mate Chreivill expresses embarrassment at having insufficiently assisted with the party’s preparation but is delighted that the social function seems to be going well.
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Ehnathuk, a social superior who has politely deigned to attend the function.
This sivv mentions multiple times that their participation at an event such as this is beneath their social station, and that they have many other important events to attend at this very time, but their affection for you compelled them to select this party over several competing social interests.
Vheiransch can tell that Ehnathuk is not being entirely truthful in this regard, but they want to be seen as magnanimous. There is an opening to assert your station.
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Khruzz, a coworker
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Nixesk, a ceremonial priest whose presence is demanded by tradition
A fussy traditionalist, the ceremonial priest seems to enjoy the gathering but complains of the pavilion tent being an unacceptably modern hue, the attendees being of an inauspicious multiple of sacred numbers, and so forth.
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Scraesul, a professional party critic live-streaming a review of the party
In the higher echelons of sivv society, having a professional party critic attend and provide up-to-the-moment social-media impressions is a mark of great prestige. This particular critic, a sivv named Scraesul, is gregarious and quick to identify the roles and relationships of other partygoers.
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Uxzhon, an entertainer who performs on a speaker emanating a chorus of synth-voices
The entertainer is busy providing music for the party with a large instrument that emits synthesized voices in an energetic choir, but they’re happy to have a short conversation with Vheiransch.
You are a disobedient sivv. This spoiler is not for you. you shame the empire with your entitlement.
TRACKER for the SIVV OVERLORD
Blue Sivv Veiranch also moves over to Uxzhon.
"Those synth voices sound like a sample from the Eliminator Roland DX500 Synth Voice Sampler. How is it that were able to capture those sounds is such a clean format with minimal distortion?"
Uxzhon eagerly explains that synth-voices are compelling because they aren’t artificial: the instrument’s speakers contain several small, intelligent creatures who are electrocuted in computerized patterns. The entertainer eagerly shows Veiranch one of the pitiful creatures before stuffing it back into place amid the dozens of others.
There's a part of Veiranch who feels that this is wrong but it quickly goes away.
Each of you know EXACTLY who you are. You are not some random soldier sivv. You are more. You are Vheiransch, and this party is for you. The successful spawning of a new generation is worthy of celebration. Congratulations Vheiransch, you have done well for the empire.
You wander about the party, making small talk. There are a few sivv whose presence matters more. Be a good sivv and talk to them....
Chreivill, a spawn-mate with whom you have shared a lifelong rivalry.
The spawn-mate Chreivill expresses embarrassment at having insufficiently assisted with the party’s preparation but is delighted that the social function seems to be going well.
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Ehnathuk, a social superior who has politely deigned to attend the function.
This sivv mentions multiple times that their participation at an event such as this is beneath their social station, and that they have many other important events to attend at this very time, but their affection for you compelled them to select this party over several competing social interests.
Vheiransch can tell that Ehnathuk is not being entirely truthful in this regard, but they want to be seen as magnanimous. There is an opening to assert your station.
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Khruzz, a coworker
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Nixesk, a ceremonial priest whose presence is demanded by tradition
A fussy traditionalist, the ceremonial priest seems to enjoy the gathering but complains of the pavilion tent being an unacceptably modern hue, the attendees being of an inauspicious multiple of sacred numbers, and so forth.
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Scraesul, a professional party critic live-streaming a review of the party
In the higher echelons of sivv society, having a professional party critic attend and provide up-to-the-moment social-media impressions is a mark of great prestige. This particular critic, a sivv named Scraesul, is gregarious and quick to identify the roles and relationships of other partygoers.
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Uxzhon, an entertainer who performs on a speaker emanating a chorus of synth-voices
The entertainer is busy providing music for the party with a large instrument that emits synthesized voices in an energetic choir, but they’re happy to have a short conversation with Vheiransch.
You are a disobedient sivv. This spoiler is not for you. you shame the empire with your entitlement.
TRACKER for the SIVV OVERLORD
"Such a limited gift may imply a weakness to your position, no?"
Vheiransch gets a hearty laugh from the better. "I could supply you with a thousand slaves, but your lair can't handle it. Be happy with what you have received."
Vheiransch for a split second understands that there are billions of slaves in the Sivv Dominion, and it's staggering.
Each of you know EXACTLY who you are. You are not some random soldier sivv. You are more. You are Vheiransch, and this party is for you. The successful spawning of a new generation is worthy of celebration. Congratulations Vheiransch, you have done well for the empire.
You wander about the party, making small talk. There are a few sivv whose presence matters more. Be a good sivv and talk to them....
Chreivill, a spawn-mate with whom you have shared a lifelong rivalry.
The spawn-mate Chreivill expresses embarrassment at having insufficiently assisted with the party’s preparation but is delighted that the social function seems to be going well.
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Ehnathuk, a social superior who has politely deigned to attend the function.
This sivv mentions multiple times that their participation at an event such as this is beneath their social station, and that they have many other important events to attend at this very time, but their affection for you compelled them to select this party over several competing social interests.
Vheiransch can tell that Ehnathuk is not being entirely truthful in this regard, but they want to be seen as magnanimous. There is an opening to assert your station.
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Khruzz, a coworker
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Nixesk, a ceremonial priest whose presence is demanded by tradition
A fussy traditionalist, the ceremonial priest seems to enjoy the gathering but complains of the pavilion tent being an unacceptably modern hue, the attendees being of an inauspicious multiple of sacred numbers, and so forth.
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Scraesul, a professional party critic live-streaming a review of the party
In the higher echelons of sivv society, having a professional party critic attend and provide up-to-the-moment social-media impressions is a mark of great prestige. This particular critic, a sivv named Scraesul, is gregarious and quick to identify the roles and relationships of other partygoers.
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Uxzhon, an entertainer who performs on a speaker emanating a chorus of synth-voices
The entertainer is busy providing music for the party with a large instrument that emits synthesized voices in an energetic choir, but they’re happy to have a short conversation with Vheiransch.
You are a disobedient sivv. This spoiler is not for you. you shame the empire with your entitlement.
TRACKER for the SIVV OVERLORD
Vheiransch gets a hearty laugh from the better. "I could supply you with a thousand slaves, but your lair can't handle it. Be happy with what you have received."
Vheiransch for a split second understands that there are billions of slaves in the Sivv Dominion, and it's staggering.
Nixesk is offended, "I assure you that the requisite number of slaves have been sacrificed to ensure a fortuitous gathering today." But Vheiransch was there, and there was only one, killed over and over again...
Suddenly you see that this room is empty. Everything is being projected by an antennae in the corner. It's sending wave after wave of psychic signal. You're not a sivv! You're Torin Janzi! This is a simulation. You've got to break free!
Each of you know EXACTLY who you are. You are not some random soldier sivv. You are more. You are Vheiransch, and this party is for you. The successful spawning of a new generation is worthy of celebration. Congratulations Vheiransch, you have done well for the empire.
You wander about the party, making small talk. There are a few sivv whose presence matters more. Be a good sivv and talk to them....
Chreivill, a spawn-mate with whom you have shared a lifelong rivalry.
The spawn-mate Chreivill expresses embarrassment at having insufficiently assisted with the party’s preparation but is delighted that the social function seems to be going well.
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Ehnathuk, a social superior who has politely deigned to attend the function.
This sivv mentions multiple times that their participation at an event such as this is beneath their social station, and that they have many other important events to attend at this very time, but their affection for you compelled them to select this party over several competing social interests.
Vheiransch can tell that Ehnathuk is not being entirely truthful in this regard, but they want to be seen as magnanimous. There is an opening to assert your station.
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Khruzz, a coworker
[ooc]Be a good sivv and make a post that describes your treatment of this sivv, and an overview of what you say. Then make a Culture Check.
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Nixesk, a ceremonial priest whose presence is demanded by tradition
A fussy traditionalist, the ceremonial priest seems to enjoy the gathering but complains of the pavilion tent being an unacceptably modern hue, the attendees being of an inauspicious multiple of sacred numbers, and so forth.
[ooc]Be a good sivv and make a post that describes your treatment of this sivv, and an overview of what you say. Then make a Mysticism Check.
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Scraesul, a professional party critic live-streaming a review of the party
In the higher echelons of sivv society, having a professional party critic attend and provide up-to-the-moment social-media impressions is a mark of great prestige. This particular critic, a sivv named Scraesul, is gregarious and quick to identify the roles and relationships of other partygoers.
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Uxzhon, an entertainer who performs on a speaker emanating a chorus of synth-voices
The entertainer is busy providing music for the party with a large instrument that emits synthesized voices in an energetic choir, but they’re happy to have a short conversation with Vheiransch.
You are a disobedient sivv. This spoiler is not for you. you shame the empire with your entitlement.
TRACKER for the SIVV OVERLORD
Suddenly the world around Vheiransch turns to a pixelated, low resolution version of itself. All that remains is a strange antenna. One version of yourself sends a shockwave of psychic energy back at the antenna, muting it.
Janzi forevermore receives a +2 circumstance bonus to Bluff, Intimidate, and Sense Motive checks against creatures with the sivv subtype.
Suddenly, strangely, you all see in the sky a menu—floating letters in a field of endless darkness that telepathically convey their meaning.
Janzi turns his attention toward Exit.
“Insufficient Conditioning for Exit.”
Booker sighs, again, and blinks at "Tormented by the Kishalee."
Four kishalee soldiers, tools of the most resourceful enemy the Sivv Dominion has ever faced, bear expressions of mingled scorn and amusement. One double-checks the manacles that bind each of you to a wall in this wooden fort. Another soldier nudges a plastic crate barely visible behind several dangling vines. “Your equipment is valuable; we should thank you. We’ll make certain it supports the kishalee war effort after your executions.” With a laugh, the soldiers leave through the room’s only exit.
Empty plastic boxes are stacked in three of this room’s four corners; the fourth corner holds a single, closed crate, several feet long and on its side. Sets of ceramic shackles are attached to a free-standing wall in the center of the chamber. A thick plastic curtain blocks the exit to the north.
Booker examines the ceramic shackles and their anchors closely to see if the kishalee have missed some weakness.
YOU ARE SIVV!
Red sivv thinks breaking the chains is possible, or squeezing out even. He notes that there's a faulty joint in the shackles holding White sivv.
[color=red]This sivv[/color] slips free of the manacles.
Red sivv easily slips the manacles.
Black sivv follows their red counterpart's lead, attempting to wriggle free of the manacles.
[color=red]This sivv[/color] moves to take advantage of the faulty joint, breaking another sivv free.
+4 STR, +16 Athletics, +24 Engineering