Melkor
*Silent antagonist*
Everyone on (or in, whatever you like better) the Intpforum just happens to win a grand old tour of a newly constructed space station.
Being Intp's, we get all excited and nerdy about this and start speaking squeakily/rocking ourselves/losing thoughts over the mind chasm/writing contradictory essays.
The simple procedure is this.
We are provided with our very own, easy to fly space shuttle.
How we sit, are organised, amuse ourselves on the way, and indeed, who pilots the damned thing, is entriely up to ourselves.
The plan is that, we arrive there, are given a brief and contreversial tour which boasts greatly about ameri.....sorry..HUMAN acheivement and the like, while studying the various systems found there and generally giggling like school girls in a water fountain.
hmm.....
ahem..
ANYWAY...
LONG STORY SHORT.
We arrive there to discover a severe lack of population, and once we leave our dearest shuttle, it aruptly detaches itself, and vanishes from sight.
(But lets just say Anthile gets left on board and dies, because Germans complicate the plot too much)
The place itself is safe enough, though after brief investigation, some complications are discovered:
1-There is no way back to earth, nor any way off the station.
2-There are no forms of nutrition, save for a large collection of small tree like organisms, which bear fruit.
3-It is later discovered, that these 'trees' are none other than 'co2 converters' recycling our oxygen for us, and providing us with the air needed to breathe in jus the right portions.
The catch is, they only bear an average amount of around twenty peices of large fleshy fruit before they expire an die.
However, if one is crafty enough, the fruit can be used to plant a new tree, though a form of compost needs to be created with additional tree carcases and possly human waste.
However, even at this rate, the trees are not sustainable.
The amount of trees reduce at a percentage of around 5% per batch or much greater if the fruit is removed too excessively.(with each batch taking roughly two weeks to finish their cycle)
Meaning that while you start with at least 150 of them, the umber cannot get an greater, and will certainley not last for the life span of any of us.
NO! NOT EVEN SNOWQUEEN!
In addition, leaving the fruit in place while caring for tree can keep it alive for some six months, which means you have the choice between food or air for each tree.
4-There are rooms, but they are not all equal.
Some are larger, with more 'trees', others have windows and small devices for amusement(I MEAN GAMEBOYS FOR GOD SAKE,GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER), while others are connected or have higher secuirity doors.
5.There is plenty of space on said station, but next to nothing to do otherwise.
6.Medical facilities exist, but are somewhat limited, covering only minor ailments.
Thus, major infection cannot be contained (and yes, various nasty micro-organisms have been noticed in the nice little plants you always liked), and things like child-birth and old age become somewhat more complicated.
(Okay, so perhaps lor will step in to explain just how fantastical this is concerning the biology, but it's just a game.
Whether or not this was a conspiracy to rid the world of madness remains to be seen.
7.There exists means of communicating with the outside world, but there are two catches.
-Firstly, the entire computer system is, while simple to use, proctected with
three seperate protocols, each requiring a seperate password to acess it.
These passwords consist solely of numbers and are each seven digits long.
An unlimited amount of password tries are availabe, and it seems guesswork is the only option, with no passwords being case sensitive.
-Secondly, only one earth based organisation can be contacted, due to limitations in the system, and it hapens to be a country of which none on board are familar with the native langague.
While not overly problematic in itself, this becomes infuriating when one learns that to properly send a transmission, one must first sucessfully navigate the foreign interface by voice, and it is so complex that only the most fluentof speakers could do so.
There exists a small digital library on one of your 'gameboys', which could help learn that langauge quite easily, though indepth study would be required to master it, and pronounciaton is not available with ths version.
(And no, no masterclasses on botany/hacking appear on the gameboy
What do we do?
Do we elect a leader?
Do we formgroups based on mbti or simple preference?
What do we live on, and at what cost?
How do handle usurpers if at all?
How do we organise rooms/people/activities?
Do we try to escape or make do?
Come on people.
Sex me up with your logic.
Best plan wins a trip to my torture chamber, and I promise to scream a lot.
Being Intp's, we get all excited and nerdy about this and start speaking squeakily/rocking ourselves/losing thoughts over the mind chasm/writing contradictory essays.
The simple procedure is this.
We are provided with our very own, easy to fly space shuttle.
How we sit, are organised, amuse ourselves on the way, and indeed, who pilots the damned thing, is entriely up to ourselves.
The plan is that, we arrive there, are given a brief and contreversial tour which boasts greatly about ameri.....sorry..HUMAN acheivement and the like, while studying the various systems found there and generally giggling like school girls in a water fountain.
hmm.....
ahem..
ANYWAY...
LONG STORY SHORT.
We arrive there to discover a severe lack of population, and once we leave our dearest shuttle, it aruptly detaches itself, and vanishes from sight.
(But lets just say Anthile gets left on board and dies, because Germans complicate the plot too much)
The place itself is safe enough, though after brief investigation, some complications are discovered:
1-There is no way back to earth, nor any way off the station.
2-There are no forms of nutrition, save for a large collection of small tree like organisms, which bear fruit.
3-It is later discovered, that these 'trees' are none other than 'co2 converters' recycling our oxygen for us, and providing us with the air needed to breathe in jus the right portions.
The catch is, they only bear an average amount of around twenty peices of large fleshy fruit before they expire an die.
However, if one is crafty enough, the fruit can be used to plant a new tree, though a form of compost needs to be created with additional tree carcases and possly human waste.
However, even at this rate, the trees are not sustainable.
The amount of trees reduce at a percentage of around 5% per batch or much greater if the fruit is removed too excessively.(with each batch taking roughly two weeks to finish their cycle)
Meaning that while you start with at least 150 of them, the umber cannot get an greater, and will certainley not last for the life span of any of us.
NO! NOT EVEN SNOWQUEEN!
In addition, leaving the fruit in place while caring for tree can keep it alive for some six months, which means you have the choice between food or air for each tree.
4-There are rooms, but they are not all equal.
Some are larger, with more 'trees', others have windows and small devices for amusement(I MEAN GAMEBOYS FOR GOD SAKE,GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER), while others are connected or have higher secuirity doors.
5.There is plenty of space on said station, but next to nothing to do otherwise.
6.Medical facilities exist, but are somewhat limited, covering only minor ailments.
Thus, major infection cannot be contained (and yes, various nasty micro-organisms have been noticed in the nice little plants you always liked), and things like child-birth and old age become somewhat more complicated.
(Okay, so perhaps lor will step in to explain just how fantastical this is concerning the biology, but it's just a game.
Whether or not this was a conspiracy to rid the world of madness remains to be seen.
7.There exists means of communicating with the outside world, but there are two catches.
-Firstly, the entire computer system is, while simple to use, proctected with
three seperate protocols, each requiring a seperate password to acess it.
These passwords consist solely of numbers and are each seven digits long.
An unlimited amount of password tries are availabe, and it seems guesswork is the only option, with no passwords being case sensitive.
-Secondly, only one earth based organisation can be contacted, due to limitations in the system, and it hapens to be a country of which none on board are familar with the native langague.
While not overly problematic in itself, this becomes infuriating when one learns that to properly send a transmission, one must first sucessfully navigate the foreign interface by voice, and it is so complex that only the most fluentof speakers could do so.
There exists a small digital library on one of your 'gameboys', which could help learn that langauge quite easily, though indepth study would be required to master it, and pronounciaton is not available with ths version.
(And no, no masterclasses on botany/hacking appear on the gameboy
What do we do?
Do we elect a leader?
Do we formgroups based on mbti or simple preference?
What do we live on, and at what cost?
How do handle usurpers if at all?
How do we organise rooms/people/activities?
Do we try to escape or make do?
Come on people.
Sex me up with your logic.
Best plan wins a trip to my torture chamber, and I promise to scream a lot.
