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[Iris]

Spoiler: Quoi? (click to show/hide)

Something I do for fun and to occupy the time. Don't expect it to stick around long. This is my riff on the "You are a Dungeon" category of games.

You become aware of your surroundings. You... you're not a person. You're an object. The word slowly comes to you - genius loci.

You were made by, evidently, some kind of powerful runesmith or technologist. Who knows why?

You get a dim sense of your purpose - protect, expand, and reclaim the building you find yourself as... being. Much of it has collapsed over the... centuries? millenia? you have been inactive. Something has caused you to regain awareness, but you do not know what.

In the centre, deep inside the building you are, there is a - what is the word? - dungeon core. It ticks quietly, absorbing mana from the world around it. It allows you to summon and construct things and houses your consciousness. Destruction of it would mean the cessation of your existence.

You look at two things - yourself (or at least the representation of yourself), and the building you are.

Who are you?

What is the building you were created to protect?

[Glass]

You are Decimal, created to tend to and protect The Royal Archives.

[Iris]

Whoops, forgot to reserve a post. Oh, well.

[Egan_BW]

We feel no particular need to give ourself a designation at this time.
...Nor do we remember what, or even if, we were supposed to be named by our creator.

Our mind is projected from the Core, and the locus of our focus, what could be called a digital avatar, is simply an immaterial green arrow. A mere hologram to improve ease of targeting.

Our charge is the Shrine of the Sky, a grand temple of white stone built on the holy mountain, in honor of the New Goddess of the Sky.
The old gods were cruel, so mankind built their own, kind and gentle.

[A_Curious_Cat]

You are Decimal, created to tend to and protect The Royal Archives The Grand Repository of All Knowledge.

FTFY

[Maximum Spin]

You are AI Elon Musk, created to protect the human colony on Mars.

[EuchreJack]

You are Decimal, created to tend to and protect The Royal Archives The Grand Repository of All Knowledge Wealth.

FTFY

Fixed that for you, also a compromise with Max's idea.

[Demonic Spoon]

You are Maximus, the spirit of a Coliseum.

[King Zultan]

We are Specimen F12 and we watch after [Redacted] Genetics Labs.

[Kilojoule Proton]

You are the Werehouse. On nights when the moon isn't full, you guard a warehouse, which is totally different and contains wealth, knowledge, and other stuff. So not different at all if you were a rich human, really!

[TricMagic]

You are AI Elon Musk, created to protect the human colony on Mars.

+1

[Glass]

Can we please not be AI Elon Musk?

[Man of Paper]

We are the box containing the known universe, and we are meant to protect the universe from other boxes full of known universes

[Demonic Spoon]

You are the Werehouse. On nights when the moon isn't full, you guard a warehouse, which is totally different and contains wealth, knowledge, and other stuff. So not different at all if you were a rich human, really!

+1

[EuchreJack]

You are the Werehouse. On nights when the moon isn't full, you guard a warehouse, which is totally different and contains wealth, knowledge, and other stuff. So not different at all if you were a rich human, really!

+1

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