
Out with the old, in with the new as they say, and this ViViD level is no different. Ever progressive and ever mindful, CERES has decided in their war against the evil carbon footprint to give citizens both new and old a lesson in healthy living. To show this, they've created a level all about... recycling, or as close to recycling as a company like CERES can get. (Which isn't very close at all, honestly.)
This, of course, means that when you're dumped in to today's ViViD level, the first thing that will hit you is the stench. It's vile and rancid and the type of stench that makes a person want to give up smelling altogether, and when you finally open your eyes, you'll see why. There's trash everywhere. The buildings are decrepit and crumbling, the cars are broken down and rusted, and overall, it looks like the apocalypse rolled right on through. Which is weird because this is definitely not a post-apocalyptic game. Yet wandering around this pathetic excuse for a ViViD level will just reveal more of the same -- it's a total wasteland.
And if you look up, you will see a billboard.
RECYCLING AND YOU: HOW NOT TO BE A DIRTY WASTE OF SPACE
You'll only have a moment to be offended by the sign before, amongst the piles of trash and rubble, there's another, smaller pile of trash and rubble. The only difference is this one can talk.
 Welcome to The Dumpster Dive, my cool cats and sweet kittens. A brand new ViViD level, created and innovated to you by CERES's very creative and innovative technicians. We're all here to help you learn to Reuse, Reduce and Recycle, givin' you kids some tools to help you lessen your impact on the planet. After all, we're all here together on this great planet of Tellus. Wouldn't want to ruin it, right? Ha ha!
Happy Trash Day to Cerealians one and all!
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PHASE I [ 6 00 ] So, you're here.
You're probably sitting in a pile of trash because, well, everywhere is a pile of trash. You're in a landscape of trashiness and there's no escape. Your only option is to give in to the sweet, sweet pull of the garbage. The buildings are crumbling, the sidewalks are a mess of bottles (but no bottle caps), rubble, and empty chip bags, and you're stuck in this... trash. This garbage. This hellhole.
Wasn't recycling supposed to be clean?
It probably takes a rat skittering over your foot to get you going but like any good game, the protagonist needs to move. If you're going to find out anything in this trash heap, you'll need to explore a bit. See if you can find someone else! Or something else. Maybe someone more experienced with ViViD can help you figure out how to log out. Even if logging out doesn't seem to be working right now. You should be careful too because one wrong step might cause the pile of trash you're standing on give way and send you into the sewers below.
Which means there are rats, there are bugs, the ground is unsteady and... yep. It's starting to rain.
Good luck.
PHASE II [ 8 00 ] And then come the... trash drones.
They zero in on any living thing in this ViViD level -- if you’re moving, if you’re breathing, if you have some sort of a pulse, they’ll be there. And they’ll grab you and take you away. No matter how many you shoot down, more and more and more will come, never stopping until you're swarmed completely by them. They have to get you! You're garbage, you're garbage, you're garbage! You're garbage!
And so, you're snatched up.
Don’t worry, though. After a short flight (wave hello to your fellow drone-napped neighbor!), you'll arrive at three huge trash chutes with three equally huge signs above them. GARBAGE, RECYCLING, and COMPOST hang above the chutes and the drones pause just momentarily before announcing one of these options in a robotic voice. You've been sorted and without any preamble, the drone will dump you in whichever one it decides.
Hopefully you don’t end up in the compost. Gross.
Of course, once you down there, there's plenty to poke around in (or not much if you're still not into the whole trash thing). It's piles and piles and piles of trash as far as the eye can see! Again! If you're especially clever, you may be able to use the trash to build a way out of the chute. The very, very long chute. Maybe there's someone around that can help you? And better do so quick, who knows what CERES has deemed to be "recycling" this time.
PHASE III [ 11 25 ] CERES's standards continue to shine on again, because after some time, those chutes will finally start working. So if you've been separated from a friend through any of this ordeal, don't worry about it. You're all gonna end up in the same place anyway.
Which is the incinerator, of course! (Wait, that’s not how recycling works.)
The ground beneath you shifts, enough to knock over whatever flimsy excuse for an escape plan you have, and suddenly all of the trash, compost or recycling will be dumped down into an underground furnace -- along with everyone stuck there, of course. Bit by bit, everything moves ever closer towards that red hot furnace and it’s clear that everything's going to be dumped straight into the fire and burned. Say your farewells. Make nice with your neighbor. Finalize your will because --
Oh. It stopped.
Looks like it jammed.
It doesn't remain jammed for long because CERES is, if anything, highly efficient. So it starts up again. But then stops again. And then starts again. And then stops again. This may be a glitch in the level, actually.
So, you're still getting ever closer to fiery death, but... slowly. Very slowly. In fact, you could probably walk away from said fiery death faster than you're going towards it. It's like they can't even program a near death experience right!
PHASE IV [ 11 25 ] Maybe you avoided the incinerator. Maybe you ended up in a different part of the level altogether. Maybe you just got lost. Either way, now you’re stuck with the age-old hobby of enthusiasts and the exceptionally desperate alike.
Dumpster diving.
And CERES wouldn't send you down there without an incentive, you know. If you look, it seems like there might be something valuable, something incredibly important and just for you. A shiny item that you’ve always wanted right from home and it’s right there in your grasp, something precious that you could never get in Cerealia. How it came to be there, nestled between an empty carton of eggs and a half-eaten cheeseburger, no one knows, but you'll be filled with the inescapable, all-consuming urge to go get it. Just jump right into that dumpster and get it.
The more you resist the urge, the more it'll hurt. (As in, physically hurt actually. The feeling will be comparable to your fingernails slowly being plucked out.)
This is ViViD though and the moment you hit the trash, the spell breaks. You'll see that your most precious thing, whatever it was, was never actually there. Instead, you seem to have actually grabbed something else and whatever it is, you can't let go of it. Be it an empty bottle of bacon soda or a bicycle tire with a giant hole in it, it's attached to your hand now and no matter what you do, you can't get it off.
Hopefully whatever you grabbed wasn't too big because it looks like you're not getting rid of it. Not till you beat the level.
BONUS [ why o'clock ] The odd thing about being stuck in a trash wasteland is that you can go for ages without seeing another person. Ages. Of course, CERES doesn't like that very much since ViViD games should be co-operative! Player with player! Player against player! Players who shouldn't be playing at all. That's the type of play CERES supports.
Which means the longer you go without seeing another person, the more you might feel an itch. It gets under your skin, making you feel dizzier and dizzier, and shorter and shorter of breath until -- you pass out. Vision going dark, breathing cutting out, and down you go into the trash and whatever this ViViD level has planned next.
It won't take long. You'll wake up feeling slightly confined and there will be a moving body next to you. It seems as if you've finally, finally found someone -- and they're really, really close. In fact, maybe a little too close? When you open your eyes, you'll see that the two of you may be bound together in a way that might be familiar to some.
But instead of a shirt, it's just a garbage bag. A really, really strong garbage bag that can't be broken out of no matter how strong you happen to be. No laser eyes, no super powers, nothing will separate you from this person other than, well, getting along.
There really is only one question you have to ask yourself now. Just one.
What the hell does this have to do with recycling?
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luke skywalker | still searching for power converters | ota
Oh, not again!
[he sounds much more irritated than alarmed, casting a look around him with a harried sigh. he's not even sure what's going on yet, but it's already promising to make it up there with the stories of "almost getting killed by imperial trash compactors" and "getting taken prisoner by ewoks." at least he doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger of getting drowned by another dianoga or crushed by another garbage smasher, but he frowns and starts moving before either of those possibilities rear their heads (possibly literally, in one case). even the rain doesn't make him feel better; all that warm water just makes him feel even more like he's been thrown in the garbage. which, of course, he has.
not exactly exciting holothriller material for the last of the jedi.
if he runs into anyone, he'll try to catch their eye or wave them down, still frowning.]
Look, can you at least tell me what system this planet's supposed to be in?
(phase iii)
[luke's really had enough of this. he keeps his lightsaber in hand, ignited so that everything's lit up with an eerie green glow, including his impressive scowl. look, he's grateful not to die via fiery garbage doom and all, but this is just ridiculous. as the incinerator stutters, he tries to cut some of this trash out of his way and see if anyone else is stuck in here too. he's not just going to leave anyone in a situation like this.]
Hey, is anyone else in here?
phase i...........
he gives the stranger a glance that's briefly wary, but it softens a moment later as he pushes the sleeves of his oversized cardigan up. ]
The planet's called Tellus, but I don't know anything about the system it's in. [ he hesitates, then points to the ground. ] This isn't even the planet. You're in a.. program right now.
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Tellus. I can't say I've ever heard of it at all. [and there he figured his own home planet is as backwater as backwater can be.] You mean like a sim?
[FOR GARBAGE????????]
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iii
Yes, I'm here. Don't worry, I'll make certain you come out of this place safely.
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To be honest, I was going to say the same thing to you.
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iii
[This is weird. And she's pretty used to weird. Ugh this is what she gets for trying to mess around in ViViD again!
She climbs her way out of a broken toys (what the hell--) and sits up, moving her hair from her eyes as she locates who was speaking. Not knowing what to do, she just...sort of raises her hand. Hi hello.]
I'm here. Did the robots get you too? [Pause.] Um... Obviously, I guess. I didn't mean to imply you...were in here of your own free will... [She trails off uncertainly, embarrassed. Okay look maybe he WAS in here. Maybe he ran around jumping into incinerators for fun what did she know.]
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They got me too, alright. Someone oughta have those droids looked at. [especially after he might've slashed through a lot of them.] Are you hurt anywhere?
[getting thrown into a pit of incineration doom notwithstanding.]
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[ something that she sounds less than thrilled about, herself - but at least this guy has his heart in the right place, asking the scientific questions. She'll give him points for that. She'll also give him points for being a person and not more smelly, awful garbage. This is probably one of the most terrible things she'd had to deal with yet, and that's including the ghosts, zombies, and humiliating personalized MMO weapon.
She's desperately trying to rub a stain out of her sleeve when he calls for her; she's still doing that while she approaches, though her efforts appear to be in vain. ]
Technically speaking, this is a simulation, but I'm not sure where our physical bodies are being kept.
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You think they might be somewhere else?
sorry this is so late, i got sick!! i understand if you wanna drop it
phase iii!
Yeah! You alright?
[At least they seem to have similar mindsets in trying to find others that might need help before attempting to get out.]
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I'm fine. Are you? Have you seen anyone else in here?
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Look no farther for converters. III-ish
Yeah! Kriffing...eugh! Is that a bag of diapers!
[And assuming that wave of irritability is not enough to stop him, he'll find himself looking down a slope at a young woman in dark plasteel armor, slogging her way up the trash hill and away from the incinerator as fast as she can. Perhaps more curiously she's carrying a pair of lightsabers, one green and one red, both blazing away as she cuts through trash that gets in her way.
Her eyes flicker up as he comes into view, and her step quickens.]
Hells. Skywalker?!
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he's never seen anyone carry a pair of lightsabers before, least of all with those two colors. they seem mismatched, wrong, but the woman herself doesn't give him any sense of evil. the fact that she, a total stranger, recognizes him isn't too odd at least. after yavin, after years in the war, after endor, he's pretty used to being recognized by just about anyone.]
That's right. [his voice is neutral, wary, and his hand isn't far from the hilt of his lightsaber. just in case.] I'm afraid I don't recognize you, though.
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Who - who's asking?
1/2
whoops.]
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I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help you. I promise.
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LOUD NOISES also iii!! and spoilers inevitably...
At least the green blade is unfamiliar to her - then again, Rey had only ever seen two lightsabers in her life, one of which was tucked carefully - secretly - at her side.
A cautionary note in her voice as she grips her staff and the light grows nearer. ] Who are you? [ A silent, steeling breath. ] Are you with the resistance?
[ She can only just see a face scowling in the light. ]
GIMME SPOILERS reeeeyyyyy (◕‿◕✿)
he takes a breath, and the sour expression fades.]
Yes, that's right. I'm with the Rebel Alliance. [he's met more people unfamiliar with their galaxy than those who'd know what that means today, but it feels right to be honest. stealth is an ally to any rebel, but he doubts these CERES people accidentally brought him here. it's not that he really believes he's any more special than any other rebel, but he knows the kind of effect the words "jedi" or "skywalker" can have on people now.] My name is Luke Skywalker. I want to help you.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cUBUlKgsNK8
i'm having so many feelings now thanks
you're very welcome
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He shakes his head.] I don't know either. I've never heard of a planet or system called Tellus before. [Telos, yes, but not Tellus.]
omg
[luke shakes his head ruefully, and...tries not to stare. something about this person is very familiar, but any reason why doesn't immediately occur to him.
unless obi-wan's dressed in his robes, which would at least offer a hint.]
I don't even know how exactly I got here.
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iii; spoilers!!
[ it's a lot to take in, at the very least, especially given the last people he knows to hold a lightsaber that colour are out of commission or on a mission. granted, poe doesn't have extensive jedi knowledge, but he knows that blue is helluva better sign than red and, thus, a safe bet, if he's feeling reckless (and when isn't he, from crash-landing to trash-landing). with hardly any thought, he instinctively responds to Luke's call, voice steady and smile, grateful. ]
Starfighter Corps, Black Leader Poe Dameron, sir. [ because this dude is a jedi?? so he must be important-ish if he's one of the last.
a glance poe's way will confirm his story, if the orange jumpsuit is anything to go by. his helmet rolled off somewhere during his fall, with finding it slipping lower on his priority list, after teaming up with a jedi and finding a way out. ]
poooeeeee
he nods at poe, extinguishing his blade for now and hooking the hilt back onto his belt, taking a few steps closer to poe with a faint smile. luke's all-black outfit reads more monk than commander, if that level of detail is even visible in all this darkness, but he approaches poe with confidence.]
I'd sure like an X-wing right about now. [but he isn't too optimistic that poe's got his starfighter here with him, and has to suppress a sigh. at least the imperials hadn't had a garbage incinerator aboard the death star. if there's any way their situation could've been worse at that moment, that would've been it.] How long have you been down here?
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Well, kid, remember when our lives were simple?
[Okay they were never simple. But this is a new level of complication.]
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Almost makes you miss the Imperial garbage mashers, doesn't it?
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phase iii
Not to say he hasn't any right to be upset. The company's welcome, too.
He frowns, elbowing something mushy and decidedly stale (because alternatives are less appealing and this isn't the compost pit.]
I sure as hell hope not, kid. We gotta move before we get turned into soup.
[But he attempts to simultaneously find his footing while giving the general area a once-over. The concept of other people being trapped in here is scary; shouldn't recycle facilities be more diligent about these things?!
He could stand to be more frantic, but formerly being part of the U.S. Navy and then being almost-brutalized by a dinosaur hybrid (repeatedly, and thensome) does a few things to one's nerves.]