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Test Drive Meme

Thinking of joining The Omegafriends, but want to get a feel for things first? Need some threads for your application sample? You’ve come to the right place! Reply with your character down below, with at least one of the provided prompts to get things going. Then, go around to other people and tag them! Have threads! Have fun!

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Prompts

1. Venture City in Peril! Dr. Devious’s army of Deviobots are ransacking the city! It’s up to you, the Omegafriends, to save the day - but you’ll need to work together to repel this sinister threat.

2. A Hero is Born! What started as an ordinary day was thrown into chaos as your newfound superpowers began to suddenly awaken! What perilous problems and zany antics will this bring about? Stay tuned to find out!

3. Super Mystery Team-up! Lady Blue is planning to steal Venture Park, and it’s up to you to track her down! It’ll take two ~~buddy cops~~ Omegafriends from different backgrounds working together to follow the trail of clues - can you put up with each other long enough to figure out her villainous plan?

4. Welcome to the Omegabase! The super-secret underground Omegabase has it all - training centers, VR simulators, free snack machines, but most important is a whole lot of Supers! Take a minute to kick back and get to know your fellow heroes.

5. The Mighty Showdown! In the life of a Super, good and evil are always clashing in battle. Today, you’ve come face to face with one of the many supervillains threatening the future of Venture City! Who will rise and who will fall? Next issue: The shocking answer!

6. Wild Card! Got an idea for a thread or prompt that isn’t one of those? Make up your own! We won’t stop you.

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[A few minutes after making the post, a ping from his email should alert Ned he's recieved a new Rumblr message. It's from someone anonymous, and reads...]

I'm glad you're not a robot too! If you were, you'd only dream about electric sheep, and I'd be way less interested! △

[The sudden message actually makes Ned jump a bit, before he checks it and stares at the screen in confusion for a moment. Someone messaged him about the post he JUST made? That's... kinda weird. So is the message itself, for that matter.

He cautiously types up a reply.]

Interested in what? My dreams? They're not that great.

Do robots really even dream at all? They're kind of like computers, so wouldn't they just turn off?

[A minute or two later, Ned receives another anonymous response.]

Don't sell yourself short there, kiddo! Your dreams are A LOT more interesting than you realize!

That was a joke, but good question! Computers are basically built to do what our brains already can - recall information, process data, that kind of thing! The difference is computers are orderly and operate on command. The mind is FAR more difficult to control! △

[The triangle at the end seems to be an indicator it's the same person. Whoever it is, hopefully Ned doesn't mind them apparently waxing philosophic.]

[On the contrary; he's kind of fascinated by the thought of robots/computers versus human minds. Enough to be somewhat distracted by it, at least.]

That doesn't answer whether robots can dream though. But I guess that's a good thing. I wouldn't want anyone operating my mind on command!

[Ned sends this message first, before it occurs to him that he didn't address the more important part of the conversation, so he quickly sends another.]

I don't know, I just have a lot of really scary nightmares. How did you know I'm a kid? Who are you anyway?

[Given, it's probably not very hard to deduce that he's only a child from his blog, but he hasn't actually posted his age anywhere as his parents have told him to be Very Careful about that on the internet.]

[While Ned is unaware, the person he's communicating with chuckles at the boy's response. It isn't long before he gets yet another reply.]

Sorry, I think that's something you'd have to ask a robot! They're not my area of expertise.

And I know from your dreams, of course! It's pretty easy to tell how old you are from the kind of things you're afraid of. Losing baby teeth, scary theme park rides, family trips, school plays, report cards... I'd say you're in elementary school, around 10 years old, right? △

[Although Ned's second question goes unanswered for the moment, the truth of who he's conversing with is a tall, dark haired, tan skinned man with an eyepatch and dressed more casually than usual, in a black and gold faux-tuxedo t-shirt and black jeans. He lies across his sofa with a laptop, in an eccentrically decorated room.]

Oh. Geez, I didn't think anyone read about my dreams that much, Mr./Miss triangle person.

[Hey, if he wasn't going to answer the question...

Ned's a little weirded out by this, honestly. He lets that response sit in the reply box for a moment, staring at it and at Bill's previous reply. Something else seems weird too...

It hits him like a truck as he reads back over the dreams Bill had rattled off. They're definitely all dreams he's actually had, but... Ned sits up straight suddenly, an eerie shiver running down his spine. How in the world?]

Hey, I never made a post about the theme park dream! How did you know about that??

[He hits reply and immediately regrets it. He DIDN'T post about that one, right? His memory of it had gotten pretty jumbled with all those tongue twisters, so he hadn't been able to figure out how to write about it at first, and ended up never getting around to it. Right? He frantically pages back through his blog posts, just to be sure.

Nope, nothing. He'd really never posted about that dream.

Ned shrinks back from the computer, frightened now. Was someone spying on him? But then how would they know about a dream? Half of him wants to just shut the computer off and huddle under his covers for the rest of the night, but he's also morbidly curious as to what his mysterious fan will reply with... he hesitates, eyes flicking between Rumblr's message indicator and his bed.]

[It mostly likely feels longer than it is in reality for Ned to receive the next, and last, response for the night from the mysterious triangle-signing reader.]

It's Mr., by the way! Don't worry - I have a hunch we'll be meeting soon, and then everything will start making sense! Even if making sense is overrated! Hahahaha!
Good night, "Spiral"! △

[After sending the message, Bill closes the laptop, placing it onto the floor. He lies back further on the sofa and closes his eyes. With a clap of his hands, the lights in the living room go out.
You're a growing boy, Ned. You should probably get some sleep too.]

"Spiral?"

[Ned catches himself saying it aloud as he reads the reply, wholly confused. Why was this person calling him that? What did he even mean by them meeting soon?

Maybe he should tell his mom he feels too sick to go to school tomorrow. In any case, it seems the bizarre conversation's ended and Ned is definitely too freaked out to do anything further on the computer tonight. He closes the window and shuts the machine off quickly, slipping under his covers with the event still whirling in his head.

In spite of himself, he nods off quickly - he always has, no matter how he's feeling. Maybe that's why he has such a problem with nightmares. It certainly isn't long before he's dreaming again, walking down a long hall - or is it an empty city street? - lined with towering buildings or blocks covered in words. They're his blog posts - smaller blocks with their dates and titles and such all floating nearby.

He approaches one - the most recent post about the robot dream - and barred windows suddenly open up on its sides. Through them he can see the antagonistic robot, pacing in its cell and muttering about how much more it deserves a family than Ned. Startled, Ned steps back before he can be seen, and the windows close again.]

Yikes... I'd better be careful with these.

[Perhaps the imprisoned pieces of previous nightmares are not the only things Ned should be wary of, because tonight, his dreams have a guest.

The visitor floats behind the boy, observing silently, although Ned may be able to catch a glimpse of its bright yellow glow out of the farthest corner of his eye. Should he turn around to try and see what the source of the light, as well the feeling of being watched is, he'll find that it will quickly take off towards the other end of the word-laden dreamscape.

It wants to see if Ned is willing to follow.]

[OH HEY, THE SENSATION OF BEING STARED AT SURE IS CREEPY. Ned catches that glow out of the corner of his eye and turns, but... yup, off it goes, zooming down the street-hall like some kind of will-o-wisp.

A suspiciously triangular will-o-wisp.

He hesitates only a moment before running after it. After all, nothing else is nearby except things he really doesn't want to mess with, and he'd really like a clue as to what he's supposed to do in this place. Find a particular post, perhaps?]

H-hey, wait up!

[Despite racing towards it, the further Ned runs the farther away the golden light seems to get... until it looks to have completely disappeared. By the time this happens, however, it's managed to lead the boy somewhere in particular.

Like the towers and blocks before, floating above Ned are several pyramids, containing words pertaining to his blog... specifically, the messages exchanged earlier that night with the stranger identified only by a triangle.

Their entire conversation is right here, hovering in pyramids all around him...]

[Something strange happens to their surroundings as they move as well - the cold cyberspace blocks become less blocklike and more buildinglike, until they're slanted, wobbly, off-kilter approximations of Ned's neighborhood. They still have words slathered all over them, but it's not just Ned's blog posts now, but other words from his memory - things his parents have said, things he's read about, reports he's written for school...

When city streets give way to dry desert - is every grain of sand a tiny letter? - and floating pyramids, it's rather abrupt. Ned skids to a stop, blinks at them, then turns around - only to be met with a wide, empty horizon and glaring, open sky. The city and its buildings are gone.

Well, okay then. He turns back and steps cautiously towards the pyramids, reaching out to absentmindedly place a hand on one.]

These are all from that triangle guy...

Ain't it great to be crazy~

[Suddenly, a voice echoes behind Ned. A bizarre-sounding voice that reverberates with a distinctly unearthly, non-human quality.]

Ain't it great to be nuts like YOU~!

[It continues it's whimsical singing as the voice seems to surround the boy. It becomes more clear that it's male, but who, or what, does it belong to?]

Silly and foolish all day long~

[Finally, in front of the pyramids - and in front of Ned - there is a burst of blue flame, and the visitor in this mental world appears to the dreamer.
A floating, glowing yellow triangle, actually not much bigger than the child, with a single cyclopean eye. While he isn't completely flat he has little dimension, but enough for small black limbs and a tall top hat to float above his "head." The lower half of his body is patterned like gold bricks, and he wears a bowtie to match his dapper hat.
Perhaps the best way to describe his appearance overall, even in a dream, is strange, silly, cute, and creepy all at the same time.]

Ain't it great to be crazy~!
AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

[Though the creepy part is undeniably elevated by a laugh that's truly like something not of this world.]

[Ned looks around trying to find the source of the singing, then jumps back with a startled yelp as the triangle creature bursts into existence before him. The laugh also gets a bit of a flinch because wow, that echo really carries. His curiosity wins out in the end, though, as he looks Bill up and down warily.]

Who are you? And how do you know Mom and Dad's song?

[Not what. Who.]

[The creature floats a little closer to Ned, while no longer sing-songy he still sounds very exuberant.]

I'm the triangle guy! It's me! I'm the guy!

[He extends out his hand to shake.]

Name's Bill Cipher, and it's a pleasure to meet you face-to-face, Spiral!

[So there's the answer to your first question, Ned. Unfortunately he seems to be ignoring the second for now.]

Well, you ARE a triangle, so I guess that makes sense.

[Well, this guy... triangle... thing... person is pretty weird, but he looks more silly than scary and isn't trying to terrorize Ned. And he's being polite, if you don't count the obnoxious singing and appearing in a burst of flame! Ned still hesitates a bit out of caution, but takes Bill's hand and shakes.]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Cipher. But my name's not Spiral, it's Ned!

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