EfaDC #2
Go your way, and save your pity;
Epitaph for a Darling City
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This update includes posts #33 through #57 on the forum.
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>Examine the wall portraying the current wanted people around the city
>Grab your taser, and don't forget your badge.
>Failing that, check the board you surely have portraying the web of intrigue you are trying to unravel.
You go to the Most Wanted board.
It takes a few taps to bring up the people half the force is after-- the violent dissenters. You have a good picture of one of their leaders, but no positive ID, yet-- records aren't what they used to be. She's slippery as an eel, always wriggling out of any net laid for her.
One of your coworkers nearly got her, once, but somehow she got past you. You were reprimanded harshly for not even being able to spot her.
Of the other known dissenters, there's only blurry security captures.
You go back to your desk.
You'd be willing to bet you missed her because you couldn't fucking see a goddamn thing. Fucking inventory. It's not like you even needed to open it, you WIELDED your BADGE this morning, and you don't have a taser.
You do have a GUN in your inventory. Guns are much simpler to produce, and much more effective at deterring people.
Speaking of people…
You sit in the chair that has, of course, always been right in front of your desk, and turn your desk on.
Your personal files on the violent political dissenters are extensive. That doesn't mean they're anything like complete. You flip through them for a while.
What will you do next?
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>Punch up dossier on the powerful Mr. Daley. Perhaps DaleyCo could be connected somehow?
You kind of hate that this guy is behind both your paychecks and your bribes.
Of course DaleyCo is connected to them. DaleyCo is as good as connected to the entire universe. The sheer mass of data you would have to crunch to even begin finding a deeper connection that "it's DaleyCo" kind of makes you want to punch things, and you'd need a direct order from the chief to even touch the data in the first place.
Mr. Daley is behind the chief's paycheck, too. And behind his bribes.
Like you thought, you kind of hate that he controls the city like this. What you wouldn't give to dig your fingers into DaleyCo's criminal underbelly…
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Inform someone at the station who you trust about where you will be. If things go far enough South, you'd at least prefer that they know where to look for your body in the morning.
>Woah, woah. No need to get that fatalistic. Look up records of latest dissenter activity.
>Explain Daley's rise to power
For a moment, you consider your own death. How many things you'd leave unfinished, how little you would be able to do…
You wrote your last will and testament years ago. The end is going to come sometime.
Probably because of violent political dissidents.
It's obvious they have a person on the inside, but that's not saying much-- half the city is "inside" DaleyCo in some way. You probably count as "inside", since the entire justice system is owned by DaleyCo.
Two hundred years ago, DaleyCo wasn't like this-- it wasn't a company yet, for one thing; the original Daleys were a husband-wife team of innovator and inventrix, two doctors struggling to help where they could in the cold aftermath of war. It was the two of them that seeded this city around an old mountain bunker, setting up labs in the cold concrete inside the mountain, teaching themselves how to resuscitate old construction equipment and broken factories. They were good people, or at least did good things, and the city became the first new seat of civilization.
The city grew, and so did the Daley family, until it was a clan. The clan's power grew, until the elderly originals made it a company, devoted to keeping the lifeblood of the city flowing for long after they went.
When they went, their children took over, and their children, and the company-clan kept the life flowing through the city.
But at some point, it turned.
At some point, the children of philanthropic doctors became the children of powerful businesspeople, and their gentle ministrations to the heart of the city became a vice-grip, controlling it.
Mr. Daley is the current head of the company, with a gaggle of children and a googolplex of crimes in his shadow.
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I retract my suggestion about not being fatalistic. This scene was totally worth it.
> Be more fatalistic
YOU DROP TO YOUR KNEES AND WAIL TO THE SKY ABOUT HOW UNFAIR LIFE IS
YOUR PARENTS NEVER GAVE YOU THAT KITTEN YOU ALWAYS WANTED
AND NOW YOUR LANDLORD DOESN'T ALLOW PETS
LIFE IS SO UNFAIR
IF YOU DIE NOW YOU'LL NEVER GET TO OWN A KITTEN
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You have unlocked the secret command SCENECHANGE with this stirring display of DRAMA! Congratulations! Now you may use the command SCENECHANGE to command ANY unlocked character AT ANY TIME!
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Wow, really?
>Be Eliza
I still wanna be dragon(quetzalcoatl?) tattoo guy.
Hmmmm...
1, 2, 3, 4! Door number 4!
I am intrigued by the grey-haired fellow on the left.
You are now Eliza, again.
You're talking with Sarah. What are you two talking about/what do you want to do?
While you figure that out, go ahead and give the guy with a phoenix tattoo a name.
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Epitaph for a Darling City
Participate Here.
Tag
Installments:
1 • 2 • 3
This update includes posts #33 through #57 on the forum.
--
--
>Examine the wall portraying the current wanted people around the city
>Grab your taser, and don't forget your badge.
>Failing that, check the board you surely have portraying the web of intrigue you are trying to unravel.
You go to the Most Wanted board.
It takes a few taps to bring up the people half the force is after-- the violent dissenters. You have a good picture of one of their leaders, but no positive ID, yet-- records aren't what they used to be. She's slippery as an eel, always wriggling out of any net laid for her.
One of your coworkers nearly got her, once, but somehow she got past you. You were reprimanded harshly for not even being able to spot her.
Of the other known dissenters, there's only blurry security captures.
You go back to your desk.
You'd be willing to bet you missed her because you couldn't fucking see a goddamn thing. Fucking inventory. It's not like you even needed to open it, you WIELDED your BADGE this morning, and you don't have a taser.
You do have a GUN in your inventory. Guns are much simpler to produce, and much more effective at deterring people.
Speaking of people…
You sit in the chair that has, of course, always been right in front of your desk, and turn your desk on.
Your personal files on the violent political dissenters are extensive. That doesn't mean they're anything like complete. You flip through them for a while.
What will you do next?
--
>Punch up dossier on the powerful Mr. Daley. Perhaps DaleyCo could be connected somehow?
You kind of hate that this guy is behind both your paychecks and your bribes.
Of course DaleyCo is connected to them. DaleyCo is as good as connected to the entire universe. The sheer mass of data you would have to crunch to even begin finding a deeper connection that "it's DaleyCo" kind of makes you want to punch things, and you'd need a direct order from the chief to even touch the data in the first place.
Mr. Daley is behind the chief's paycheck, too. And behind his bribes.
Like you thought, you kind of hate that he controls the city like this. What you wouldn't give to dig your fingers into DaleyCo's criminal underbelly…
--
Inform someone at the station who you trust about where you will be. If things go far enough South, you'd at least prefer that they know where to look for your body in the morning.
>Woah, woah. No need to get that fatalistic. Look up records of latest dissenter activity.
>Explain Daley's rise to power
For a moment, you consider your own death. How many things you'd leave unfinished, how little you would be able to do…
You wrote your last will and testament years ago. The end is going to come sometime.
Probably because of violent political dissidents.
It's obvious they have a person on the inside, but that's not saying much-- half the city is "inside" DaleyCo in some way. You probably count as "inside", since the entire justice system is owned by DaleyCo.
Two hundred years ago, DaleyCo wasn't like this-- it wasn't a company yet, for one thing; the original Daleys were a husband-wife team of innovator and inventrix, two doctors struggling to help where they could in the cold aftermath of war. It was the two of them that seeded this city around an old mountain bunker, setting up labs in the cold concrete inside the mountain, teaching themselves how to resuscitate old construction equipment and broken factories. They were good people, or at least did good things, and the city became the first new seat of civilization.
The city grew, and so did the Daley family, until it was a clan. The clan's power grew, until the elderly originals made it a company, devoted to keeping the lifeblood of the city flowing for long after they went.
When they went, their children took over, and their children, and the company-clan kept the life flowing through the city.
But at some point, it turned.
At some point, the children of philanthropic doctors became the children of powerful businesspeople, and their gentle ministrations to the heart of the city became a vice-grip, controlling it.
Mr. Daley is the current head of the company, with a gaggle of children and a googolplex of crimes in his shadow.
--
I retract my suggestion about not being fatalistic. This scene was totally worth it.
> Be more fatalistic
YOU DROP TO YOUR KNEES AND WAIL TO THE SKY ABOUT HOW UNFAIR LIFE IS
YOUR PARENTS NEVER GAVE YOU THAT KITTEN YOU ALWAYS WANTED
AND NOW YOUR LANDLORD DOESN'T ALLOW PETS
LIFE IS SO UNFAIR
IF YOU DIE NOW YOU'LL NEVER GET TO OWN A KITTEN
--
You have unlocked the secret command SCENECHANGE with this stirring display of DRAMA! Congratulations! Now you may use the command SCENECHANGE to command ANY unlocked character AT ANY TIME!
--
Wow, really?
>Be Eliza
I still wanna be dragon(quetzalcoatl?) tattoo guy.
Hmmmm...
1, 2, 3, 4! Door number 4!
I am intrigued by the grey-haired fellow on the left.
You are now Eliza, again.
You're talking with Sarah. What are you two talking about/what do you want to do?
While you figure that out, go ahead and give the guy with a phoenix tattoo a name.
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