BARiTONES

[idolpro]

[ Everything fades to black...and you awaken in a manor.

You're wearing bloodstained (but fancy!) versions of your uniforms, and a newspaper informs you that you are currently in %COUNTRYNAME% in the year %CONTEMPORARY%+1. The newspaper is otherwise actually fairly unhelpful, aside from something detailing the results of a recent attempt at revolt in a city in %COUNTRYNAME%: worker’s success at managing a nearby gold mine led to dreams of every man being a king - the revolutionaries may have been successful had it not been for a concurrent jailbreak and mass slaughter putting local authorities on alert, buying time for military intervention - the town was nearly leveled to the ground, with few survivors.

But you seem to remember - you survived, didn’t you? In fact, you were one of the rioters.

...Also, below the main headline about the failed revolution, there's something about Those Who Crave Hands? Huh.

Anyways, you've got marketing to do! ]

Comments

Re: DISCUSSION

[marsascending]

Less of a direct question of ethics, this time, I suppose. Do you have any particular reservations thus far?

Re: DISCUSSION

[unskippablecutscene]

I'm sure I shall when it comes to voting. But with so many of us here... "Protect what you can" would seem a more viable strategy than grand ideals or my own moral misgivings.

Re: DISCUSSION

[marsascending]

That's the spirit. And what happens among us in here, stays among us.

So let's survive. Of course, you hardly need to be on the chopping block, owing to your few connections.

Re: DISCUSSION

[unskippablecutscene]

No one will know it's me regardless will they? You can put my name in the hat if you like, I'd rather not be called craven my first showing.