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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[ghostlocked]

[Harlan has seen Mary around—the town is dinky and she's hard to miss—but he hasn't had much reason to talk to her. Thinking about the fact that she's dead bums him out. She's gotta be, what, like ten? Fuck that.

But now she's got herself a little construction project and, dammit, he's curious. He's got no clue what she's doing, but...]

Want some help?

[It's not like he has anything better going on, anyway.]

[withsadness]

...yes!

[She only thinks for as long as it takes her to see who’s talking, and then she smiles, holding out her stick bundle.]

We gotta make sure nobody gets too close so they don’t get burned!

[ghostlocked]

[Hm. He takes a few sticks from the bundle. Why not?]

I don't see anyone being stupid enough to run into a fire that big, but okay.

[He follows her lead and starts arranging the sticks anyhow.]

What's your name?

[withsadness]

Maybe, but I don’t trust the fire, either.

[What if IT moves? And what if people start taking some of it?]

I’m Mary! What’s your name?

[ghostlocked]

The fire's not alive. It's not gonna do anything besides sit there and burn.

[He assumes, anyway? Fire is weird here.]

Harlan. It's nice to meet you, Mary.

[He bites his lip. He shouldn't ask, but he's going to be fighting himself until he does. May as well get it over with.]

How old are you?

[withsadness]

Maybe. A lot more things might be alive than you realize.

[She goes quiet for a moment as she solemnly continues lining up her sticks.]

I'm nine.