Begin PreludeDarkness. Pressure. A distant, dull roar.
You float, buoyant, held up up by the fluid that surrounds you. The last remnants of air burns in your lungs, and a single question burns in your mind.
What are you?(20%) Man
(28%) Woman
(28%) Creator
(24%) Creature
You twist in the water. Not quite human, not anymore, but neither are you a mere beast. You are - or were - a woman of science, a researcher, one who peered into the darkness of the unknown and snatched from it the very secrets of the universe. Now... now you find yourself helpless, or near to it. But not defeated - not yet. You claw at the water as the burn deepens, you struggle and twist, reaching...
Your head bursts from the water; gasping and choking, spitting water from your lungs, you breathe deeply, if only for a moment. A wave crashes, sending you back below the surface, affording you only a brief glimpse of a blackened sky, a brief moment lashed by the stinging rains, a single impression of a ship's shadow set against the frothy, stormy background of the tempest above, and then you find yourself once more below the waves. Could this be it - is this the end?
How did it come to this? Who are you? What were you hoping to accomplish?
What is it you sought?(7.8%) Prestige - You would have them respect you... or fear you. But they will know your name...
(11.8%) Power - You would have them obey you... they will be yours, and your will shall be the future...
(17.6%) Knowledge - You would discover that which man was not meant to know... and no man shall stand in your way...
(15.7%) Affection - You would be loved... and if they will not give you that love willingly, you will force them to love you...
(3.9%) Decadence - You would have the world exist for your pleasure... you will drink deeply, and you will not be denied...
(2%) Conflict - You would have a challenge to overcome... an opponent worthy of your skills, or a world set against you, that is life's finest joy
(3.9%) Vengeance - You would make them pay for what they did... they will not escape your wrath...
(9.8%) Validation - You would prove that you were right... that you were right all along, and that they were fools to doubt you...
(23.5%) A better world - You would create a utopia... but first, this flawed world must be swept away, a clean slate in it's place...
(3.9%) THE END - There's nothing left to be done... no other options... the embrace of oblivion is more than this world deserves, but it is what you will provide...
All you wanted was a bad world. Was that really so bad? A world without the flaws and weaknesses and evils of the one in which you found yourself... sure, there were prices that would have to be paid. Sacrifices that would have to be made. But for a world where knowledge was prized, where you could be loved and appreciated for who you were? Surely that's worth wiping the slate clean and ridding this planet of the vermin that give humanity a bad a name.
And then, suddenly, you're above the water again. Breathing, even as your limbs begin to go numb. There's a shout, someone yelling, and a splash near you. You reach out, grabbing, and feel your fingers tighten around the rope.
A simple desire. A better world. But how did it bring you
here? What was the method to your madness? How did you hope to accomplish your goal?
What path would you follow to achieve Utopia?(38.5%) Transcendence - You are weak, and pathetic. But you can be improved. You will personally be the instrument of change in this miserable world, perhaps the first of a new kind of humanity.
(46.2%) Technology - The right tools are what you need to achieve victory, that is all. With the right tools, the world will be putty in your hands.
(15.4%) Minions - You need not dirty your hands personally - creating, controlling, or organizing others is the surest way to achieve change, while leaving you time and opportunity to plan your next move without risking ultimate failure with every loss.
In what seems like moments, you feel yourself pulled from the water, the side of your body scraping against the side of the ship, until you lie gasping on the deck, like a fish just pulled in from the ocean. Opening your eyes, your vision still blurred, the rain and wind obscuring the shapes around you, you still manage to make out the wide eyes of the group as they look down upon you.
"My god... what is it?"A large, bearded man steps to your side, reaching out to hold your face in his calloused palms. He turns your limp head one way, and then another, before letting it drop back to the deck. He straightens.
"Throw 'er back boys, just another sea monster."With a heave, you're lifted from the deck and sent back over the rails, the wind howling as you try to scream, but no sound comes out and then you're falling, the air rushes past you, the water closes in and-
Your eyes flutter as you jerk awake. You inhale deeply before screaming into the darkness.
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