In the Night Beta Tester Sandbox

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Hello, beta testers, and thank you again for offering to help vet, proofread, and test run our game! Feel free to use this open post as a sandbox/TDM of sorts to collect tag samples for your example application. We'll also be using this post to voicetest and practice donning our NPC hats before the game officially goes public, so again, we appreciate your help in this.

We do ask that, if you're planning to app your example app character for realsies, you update your real app with thread samples from the official TDM once it goes up on June 15. Thank you!

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Ben Winters | NPC

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harbor

[Winters is waiting for you when you step off the ferry and onto the dock. It's the least he can do, greeting the new blood. It's not as if he can count on Will to be a welcoming presence, and Rastus has the bonfire to tend to. It has to be him.]

Welcome to Beacon. You're aware that you're dead, right? Condolences.


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[It's late, and you're cozy in your room in The Invincible, and maybe you're asleep and maybe you're not, but your tablet buzzes. You've got a text from Winters, who happens to occupy the room next to yours.]

Did you hear that?

[Hm. Ominous.]

harbor

[withsadness]

Yes. My friend set me on fire even though I asked her not to.

[Cool cool cool cool great start.]

When you greet people, it's polite to say things like "How do you do?" and introduce yourself!

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Is being dead always so...dark?

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...Ah.

[He nods. First day playing host and he's already getting schooled by a little girl. A dead little girl. Who... was murdered by way of immolation. He sighs, and offers her a tight smile.]

My apologies, miss. My name's Ben Winters. Winters will do. What might I call you?

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It is here.

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I accept your apology! My name is Mary.

[She beams at him, but the smile falls shortly thereafter as she looks off into the dark expanse that currently makes up Beacon.]

I don't like it in the dark.

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Mary. That's a pretty name.

[He pauses to consider Beacon with her.]

Why not?

[withsadness]

[Normally, it would be polite to say thank you when you receive a compliment, but being preoccupied with the darkness of Beacon, she instead just sidles closer to Winters.]

When it's dark...I always feel like I'm going to be left all alone and forgotten about.

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[donttalktome]

[Definitely not asleep, which is why the reply comes just seconds later.]

It had better actually be something.
I'm doing some very important staring into space right now.

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What, you'd rather a threat to warrant disturbing your laziness?
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.
Can you see anything out your window?

[donttalktome]

What's that supposed to mean?
I don't see anything but Rastus.
Do you think he actually sleeps in that crude stick thing?
What happens when it rains?

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Don't play dumb.
Could have been him then.
That's none of our business. He doesn't seem to mind the rain though. He'd come indoors if he did.

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Wow, I'm offended that you think I could even play at dumb.
I just have so little experience with it, I wouldn't know where to start.
I honestly want to know what you think of me that you imagine I'd want something dangerous to happen.
Though I don't know why I bother asking you questions, your answers are always boring.
Case in point, I think maybe Rastus stays outside because mostly everyone else here looks human and he doesn't.

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It had better actually be something. What else is that supposed to mean?
In any case it remains none of our business. He's been here a hell of a lot longer than we have. There could've been more of his kind before us.

harbor

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[Kyna has always considered herself terrible at talking about difficult things or breaking bad new, but this guy might have taken the cake. She wrinkles her nose at him.]

Yeah, I got the memo. Thanks. Haven't you ever heard of like... bedside manner or whatever?

[Is that actually applicable? Oh well.]

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Would you prefer I beat around the bush?

[He does feel slightly bad, but also, he can't be everyone's grief counselor.]

My name's Winters.

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Kyna.

[And to be fair, Kyna's just incredibly grumpy right now.]

Are you in charge or something?

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Good to meet you.

[It's gruff, but he's trying.]

In charge? No. That'd be the Lighthouse Keeper. I've just been here a while. I can show you the ropes.

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Are there ropes to being dead?

[Wow, she sure sounds bitter.]

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[Well, at least he won't hold her bitterness against her. He gets it.]

Here, yeah. Rope number one: That lantern you got there?

[He gestures to it with two fingers.]

It's tied to your... life force. Take care of it. It's the only light you've got here.

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What?

[Kyna peers down at her lantern, nose wrinkling.]

Are you saying I can die again?