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In the Night Beta Tester Sandbox
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!
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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Newt Geiszler
[Guess who is dead and has only been dead for a day and is real mad about it and is thus getting wasted in the tavern because it's not like he needs his liver anymore. He's pretty sure you can't call it an unhealthy coping mechanism when health is no longer relevant. He's sitting at the bar, idly monkeying with his tablet and sipping a glass of beer and, because he's in a mood, chasing off anyone that tries to talk to him.
Like so:]
What do you want? Go away.
[These things are mutually exclusive, but still. Get outta here!!!
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Or, hold on. He seems to change his mind after looking up to see who it is.]
Do you wanna play a game?
[It's probably safe.]
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Hey I got lost in the woods come get me.
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[But she’s sitting, long skirt gathering, back ramrod straight and her eyes more tired than severe. He isn’t the only one full of grief about his death.]
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I don't know. A drinking game.
[Fittingly, he takes a swig as he thinks. Did you expect him to have an idea when he suggested this? Not a chance.]
Like Never Have I Ever. Or, uhh, what's that other one... Two truths and a lie? Or something.
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All right.
[Two truths and a lie . . . oh, but every unbelievable fact about her is so embittering right now.]
I'm the most brilliant person here. I was born in 1871. And I'm married.
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Easy. There's no way you're the most brilliant person here.
[It will occur to him later that just because it's not objectively true doesn't mean she thinks she's lying, which, ultimately, is the definition of the game, and it's her fault for cheating, as it were, so.]
But technically you can't be married anymore if you're dead.
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That's two wrong guesses, technically, as that isn't the reason I'm not married. Do you do two shots?
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That doesn't count as two, and there's no way you're the smartest. That title belongs to me. Obviously.
[Obviously.]
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[Her fingers trace over the rim of her glass, a patronizing little smile on her lips.]
But do tell. What things have you done, hm? Made a lightbulb shine via a potato and wires? Or something so mundane as splitting the atom?
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[At first, that's the extent of his argument, save for the loud squawk of sorts that can't be strictly defined as words. But she asks him to cite his sources, so, fine. Here's his verbal resume, part one.]
I'm, like, the last line of defense between Earth and the aliens invading it. My research is the only reason we're still—
[...Right.]
That they're still alive, I guess. Plus I have six PhDs.
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But there's no point in lingering. Instead: she focuses on the here and now.]
Degrees are scraps of paper given out by old white men who think they know better because they themselves have been awarded those same papers.
You'll have to do better. Have you, say, opened a portal between one universe and another? No? What about multiple ones? Sustainable ones?
Hmm?
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Well, okay, sure, I'll give you that. But I still earned them fair and square. I've put in my 10,000 hours.
[But, as to her question, he snorts. She says all that like she's listing her own accomplishments, but that's a stretch.]
I'm a biologist and a mechanical engineer. "Portals" and crap aren't part of my field, though I'm assuming you're gonna claim they're part of yours, huh?
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[A beat, and she nudges two shots towards him. Had she ordered that? She did, yes, and don't worry about when it happened.]
Drink. You're not very good at this game, are you?
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[He says, but then downs one shot after the other anyway. Whatever. It's an excuse to drink.]
Uh... Okay, fine, so, let's see... I speak five languages, I was the youngest person ever admitted to MIT, and I pioneered a bunch of stuff in artificial tissue replication before I got into the whole alien biology business.
[He waves a hand. He could be more specific, but he has doubts that she'd be able to follow.]
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The first one. Five languages. You think you're brilliant, so it's likely you really were the youngest person ever admitted to MIT-- an American school, really? And the last one is far too specific.
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[It comes out too loud because he got her and this is a great accomplishment at the moment.]
Nope. The MIT one is a lie. I was the second youngest.
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What's wrong with American schools?
[Besides, like, everything, but also he's basically the 1%.]
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They're American, for a start. What languages can you speak?
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tavern bc his response to the network thing would be "no"
A game? Hm. Not very many people would ask him that. This could be fun.]
Which game? If it's Russian roulette I'm not interested. Sort of loses its shine once you're dead.
[He sits and orders a plain black coffee.]
will is the epitome of then perish
Is that how you died?
yeah
Do I look like an idiot? No. I assure you I died doing something far less recreational. Speaking of which, you still haven't told me which game.
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Chill out, dude. It's a fair question. And, uh, I was thinking Never Have I Ever, or something.
[Though now he's not so sure.]
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[Mary would not save him from the woods. She is too afraid. :(
Still, she is probably not the kind of company he was expecting for the games he had in mind! Think fast, Newton, because she's clambering up onto a stool.]
Something really, really fun!
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He super was not expecting her, and in fact, was not even talking to her, but, welp, she's here now. Sure. Why not.]
Uh... Okay, um. How about...
[He runs a hand through his hair, trying to think of kid-friendly games. Never Have I Ever would be incredibly pointless. Truth or Dare? Hm, no.]
Two truths and a lie? You ever played that?
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[But she's smart enough not to ask "how do you play" and instead asks if she's got the right idea.]
Do you say two true things and something that's a lie? Are there other rules?
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Yep, that's it. So, like, I'll tell you three things about myself, one of which isn't true, and you have to guess which one. If you guess wrong, then... Uh.
[You have to drink, except, she's like ten. Hm.]
How about if you guess right, you get a point, and whoever gets the most points wins.
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[Resourcefulness!]
You go first!