The Final Trial

[parasomniacs]

The Final Trial ‹ Mastermind ›

The dream world that they enter is shrouded in darkness. What was always an everlasting night has now taken even the stars from them. The only light comes from small, floating torches that flicker. Through what little light they have to guide them, they can see a small familiar form waiting up ahead.  Coming closer, they can indeed tell that Sheepy is waiting.

Now more than ever it is important that they arm themselves with the evidence that they have collected regarding the mastermind behind all this. Because this is the only chance they'll ever get to present it. Though death has always been the risk, now it's all or nothing.

Sheepy waits for them all to join her before grinning.

"Well, well, well... here we all are. Not all that many of you left, are there? Ah-- but then... maybe there won't be any of you left after this. Keheheheheh!! So let's make the most out of this last little session, shall we? Think you have it all figured out? Well let's find out. Like you were told, you gotta name all the remaining gunmen as well as the mastermind. So. Let's begin."

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[respring]

[ a nod ]

In the video we saw in the arcade booth, it looks like the main members of Ranarium were killed, too. The woman named Cheng, and her friends. From what those people said, I'm guessing they were some sort of radical group that someone wanted gone.

[ ... ]

Dressing also mentioned that they were developing new technology to scan people and print them the the perfect outfits. The "Macrocosm" something. I think it's a safe bet that that's what was used to print out our possessions.

[devilsnight]

I mean, it also looks like the Macrocosm thing is the reason we're here.

[respring]

You don't think we were all copied and printed out, do you?

[ She was really trying not to think about that. ]

[devilsnight]

That's what it sounds like, isn't it?

[...AS HAS BEEN NOTED ELSEWHERE, HE IS ABOUT AS BLUNT AS A SOCK FULL OF BATTERIES TO THE FACE, I'M SO SORRY]

[tibkins]

...then the hostages may have been printed out too!

[Wait, does that mean she isn't Shelley Winters? Oh my god, existential crisis isn't something she wanted right now]

[devilsnight]

...I think they were, actually.

I did something that got Myca killed because I wanted proof that the hostages were real. I have a few good reasons to think they're copies.

[tibkins]

What reasons?

[devilsnight]

It's not anything to do with their physical bodies or anything - those are the actual thing, as far as I can tell. They feel right, their eyes are real, the whole nine yards.

But the sheep chose to try to guilt-trip me instead of letting Myca do the work for her; she put forth a damn heroic amount of effort into trying to make me feel guilty and acted like I'd have to deal with Myca knowing what I'd done. Which I would've, if she hadn't conveniently knocked her out first. Couldn't ask her questions, couldn't get any sort of reaction out of her, she was just out cold before she was brought to me.

We've also only seen everyone on that video acting drugged - which, okay, maybe they are. But.

[...Let him go over to one of those FIFTEEN FUCKING IDENTICAL CATS that are here because why the fuck did anyone let him submit evidence. He'll pick it up, it's been pretty remarkably chill all day so he doesn't foresee any problems in doing so.]

Number Twelve hasn't really been all that lively since we made him. No meowing, no sass, no nothing. I put tape on Number Seven and he let me do it, for fuck's sake. I dunno, maybe they're just based on a real docile cat.

Or maybe printed copies are shit at acting like they should.

[scythegun]

[.....................]

Please don't actually name that poor cat Number Seven.

[#priorities]

[respring]

[ ANXIOUSLY BEGINS PETTING MURR #3 ]

They're like...empty shells. Everything on the outside is right, but nothing on the inside.

But if that's the case why are we fine?

[inordertobelieve]

The cat is duplicated from a member's cat in his world, right? We should hear about how it originally acted.

[inordertobelieve]

You duplicated a large amount of cats.

Are you saying we are not our real selves?

[ ... funny as it is, at this rate it is somehow reassuring to think the real him might still be following his purpose. ]

[devilsnight]

No? The cats are weird as hell, and so are the hostages. But we're not like that for whatever reason.

[tibkins]

Dressing Inc. turned into something bad once the wildest experiments and products started being developed. I found a book that said...

"All that time and money wasted...maybe it is no surprise that there will likely be nothing left once someone buys the company. Or if someone does for the record."

[Shelley is so glad she decided to submit the book]

Couldn't Dressing Inc. have been bought by some other party?

[inordertobelieve]

It's possible.

Though the question then is, which party? I suppose at least the technologies are now in the hands of the people conducting the "sleep study" the woman from the salon signed up for that turned out to be a round of this murder experiment.

[unlikelyend]

I believe they were bought out as well... although our only possible candidate for that may be Ranarium.

[unlikelyend]

[ He'll take a moment to nod as well-- to both. ]

It certainly explains as to why our items do not always seem to possess the full capabilities of the possessions we currently had back upon our world. It is because they were simply copies of the real thing... and speaking of which, they also mentioned that they could not only print outfits and objects, but people as well.

...That could include those so-called hostages.

[scythegun]

The hostages seem likely, given the video we were given. Did you see how the hostages were acting when you found them?

[unlikelyend]

... Yes, it was odd.

They...there was little to no reaction, including even from Raven. It was as if they were completely devoid of emotions.

[scythegun]

Well, that's certainly nothing like him.

[It's a good thing he didn't see Gauche and Droite like that, then.]

I think it's incredibly likely that these are copies, but... I'm not sure I can believe that we're copies.

[THINGS HE IS NOT HERE FOR: HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS]

[vigilantims]

[ ..... he is so glad he didn't see repede like that ]

I have doubts that we're copies. But what if we are?

[ could make certain things easier ]

[unlikelyend]

We are not.

[ Duke just makes a face here. ]

We still have the full range of our emotions, our memories... things that those copies do not seem to have.

[vigilantims]

[ HEH. he kind of just wanted to see your reactions #priorities ]

That'd be one reason.

[scythegun]

It's a dreadful thought and I'd rather not focus on it right now!

[w o w]

We do have a mastermind to find, after all! We can't afford to lose our focus, now can we?

[vigilantims]

Heh. You don't have to tell me twice.

[ he wasn't the one considering the idea to begin with ]