applenet | COUNTDOWN: PUTTING THE M IN MORALITY 3.0

Did someone contact you during your dreams? Perhaps you were lucky and a few images of your past lives were revealed to you. Then maybe when your phone begins to act strange, you aren't as surprised. Maybe there's a feeling that you've seen this before... could it be a case of deja-vu?

You could all say it started with a strange icon that popped up on your phone that day. September 9th, 2017, a mysterious icon begins your decent into a different world.

Did you press it right away out of curiosity? Did you press it accidentally trying to dismiss it? Or did you wait long enough for it to cover your entire screen, forcing you to interact with it? Either way, congratulations! You've got...a Terms of Service popping up in front of you?

Terms and Conditions ("Terms")
Last updated: September 9th, 2017

Please read these Terms and Conditions ("Terms", "Terms and Conditions") carefully before using the http:/www.applenet.net website (the "Service") operated by AppleNET ("us", "we", "our", "horse", "goat", "sheep", "apple", "shapple" "etc.").

Your access to and use of the Service is predicated on your acceptance of and compliance with these Terms.

By accessing or using the Service you agree to be bound by these Terms and agree to be part of The Team. If you disagree with any part of the terms then that's too bad. You already agreed to them by reading this far. Don't worry, you're not alone in this! In fact, you've probably had a little bit of a warning, right? Your friends warned you in dreams? Hopefully they did cause otherwise, SURPRISE!

AppleNET has no control over and assumes no responsibility for content posted or user privacy. You further acknowledge and agree that AppleNET and its affiliates shall not be responsible or liable, directly or indirectly, for any damage or loss caused or alleged to be caused by or in connection with use of or reliance on any such content, goods, death, night shifts, or services available on or through any such web sites or services.

Governing Law
These Terms shall be governed and construed in accordance the laws, by which we mean with little regard to its conflict with any laws. Are you still even reading this? I bet no one really reads this. PS for all apple pie needs, please contact Luci at Luci@applenet.com

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By continuing to access or use our Service after those revisions become effective, you agree to be bound by the revised terms. You don't have much choice cause it's time to start fighting back! You can do it! Or at least it will be interesting to see...

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You quickly notice there is no contact number or address. Uhh---

DO YOU AGREE TO THESE TERMS?
Yes | Hell Yes | Man I Can'T Wait to See What this is About! | APPLES!
It really seems like you don't have much choice. After pressing one of the four buttons (one of them trailing off to the side of the screen), a new screen greets you.

21 DAYS REMAIN BEFORE FULLY AWAKENING

Hey! Welcome to your new half life. Something like that. I'm Luci! You don't know who I am, but I know who you are. Freaky huh? But that's okay, cause you got a few of your friends coming in too. Anyway, answer these questions, we're gonna have a fun time talking about them, I'm not being all fancy this time, got it? Don't worry if the answer sounds 'bad'. After all, you're gonna be working with the rest of us! What's the worst that could happen?

I mean, bad things could happen. But that's why there's other people to help you! CHECK IT OUT GUYS I DID A FRIENDSHIP THING. PS - If you see something from a guy called "Guts", he can be really mean sometimes, so be careful!!!

Are they... acting like they’ve just hired you for a new job? (And really being impolite too. Who is this Guts guy?)

The first (and only) question for today is:

Would you kill a man/woman?

1) Yes! That sounds fun.

2) Yes, but only because they killed someone I loved.

3) Yes, but only out of self-defence.

4) This question is confusing me because I am unable to reach a proper conclusion.

5) No! That's so wrong!

6) No, but mostly because no one should know about my dark secrets.

7) No, I'm too pure.

8) No, but I'd pay someone else to do it. Guilt free, AND smart!

As you go to pick out an option... or try to exit out of it... you witness an all-too brief memory of a life you think isn't yours. A flash that makes you think you were hallucinating... or maybe something you've seen before in your mind. Your head hurts, your heartbeat increases dramatically, and you can barely see anything ahead of you...

Wait, did you already pick something? You don't remember touching the screen, but something's already been highlighted and pressed for you. Staring at the 'saving' prompt, you will later find out it was a deeper memory from your heart. It might terrify you, what you've picked.

After that, the program displays nothing else for a few seconds before a chatroom (appleNET chat v.301.02) boots up, with a username already attached to your account and a little icon, either a sword or a ship steering wheel, next to it. More worryingly, your answer is the first thing posted from your name. Not even a hi or hello.

Well good thing no one has any idea who you are... right?

But don't worry... this time you're not quite alone.

[OOC: The memory should only last for a few seconds, but it would be something significant that would surprise them. It could even be related to this question!

All mentions of their profession or other clues that might reveal who they are will be changed to [INFORMATION LOCKED]. However, due to the dream memories, their usernames will be a combination of the demon you chose for their Persona and their REAL name (not their AU one).

FOR PLAYERS ALREADY IN THE GAME: Your character now has their REAL name and their demon name. Additionally, NOTHING GETS CENSORED WHEN YOUR CHARACTER SPEAKS.

For the new players, have fun!]

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[it shouldn't be hard to remember, not with the amount of hardware artfully screwed into it. Vincent makes no attempts to hide his features, even tilting his head briefly to face the teacher completely, as if daring her to do something with the information.

Fubuki's idiotic show of defiance draws his attention away from silently threatening to get into a fistfight with a middle-aged woman, coercing an unkind laugh from him. and people called him boneheaded.]

A gentle breeze, probably.

[it seemed that some people just never learned. their fight had already been broken up, and yet here Vincent was, antagonizing his former foe even more by commenting on how outrageously weak he'd been.]

[Fubuki's reaction to Vincent's comment was lightning quick. As if the teacher knew what was coming, she trudged forward across the grass, perhaps with the intent to forcibly wedge herself between the two boys, but by then it was already too late. The younger of the two delinquents gave a twitch and then lunged in Vincent's direction, all kicks and punches and unintelligible grumbling about showing him a gentle breeze.]

[that was exactly what he wanted. with a hideous laugh Vincent rushes forward to meet the ball of anger he'd prodded to life, completely heedless of their audience. let her watch. maybe she'd actually learn something.

he powers through a great deal of the blows, making no attempt to avoid them, in order to deliver some powerful punches of his own. Fubuki's not really thinking right now and that makes him vulnerable; if he can find a good opening then he'll be able to send him crashing into the ground again.]

[Albeit not as quickly as he might like, Vincent still gets what he wants. After several exchanges, Fubuki is tumbling to the ground again, but not without sending a fierce kick towards the older boy's kneecaps. The fact the teacher is shrieking at them both at this point seems completely lost on him. All he cares about is putting this jerk in his place and winning.]

[that does cause him to buckle, but it's fine. Vincent angles his descent to smash on top of his opponent, arm thrust out to drive deep into his stomach. he's willing to get splattered if it means that his attack had caused the other boy to puke.]

[Well, that sure does it, though it's fortunate for Vincent that Fubuki has enough sense and control to kick and shove the other boy off before turning his head to the side and spitting up. He might be a little gremlin in his own right, but he was raised to be respectful. Sometimes. Or at least to not be completely gross.]

[fortunate for him, yes, but certainly not something that he deserves. Vincent rolls over a bit after being shoved off before sitting upright and having himself a good laugh over Fubuki's plight, completely heedless of what a total douchebag that makes him. kid knew what was coming when he agreed to this.]

[His clothes were spared the embarrassing mess, and what little vomit spotted Fubuki's chin was easily wiped off on the back of his hand. This did nothing for his sore insides, however. And less for his wounded ego. If he were home, someone like Vincent would be nothing to him. He'd conquered bears in the past. But this place was all wrong and so was he. His kicks just didn't have the power they used to, not without his Persona...

A sensible person would have stayed down, but a sensible person wouldn't have had the same drive to win as him.

Driving his fist against the ground with a low curse that startled the teacher and forced her back several steps, Fubuki pushed himself back to his feet. If he was going to be perfect, he couldn't allow someone like Vincent to get the better of him. He would blow over anyone who got in his way!]

I'm not finished...

[He would never be at this rate, not until he was knocked out of commission.]

You've been finished since we started.

[only someone as recklessly cocky as Vincent would have the confidence to taunt a clearly desperate and charging enemy. but that was simply how he saw it - after all the tussles he'd been in, especially lately, Fubuki was nothing to him. nothing more than a pleasant distraction.

he chuckles and reaches out as the other boy was struggling to rise to grab a fistful of his hair. if he succeeds then his plan is to use his opponent as unnecessary leverage to get back onto his feet himself, sending him crashing back into the ground at the same time. he'd put him in the dirt as many times as it took - or until he grew bored.]

[In his current state, Fubuki didn't have enough sense to back down. Vincent's fingers found their mark in his fluffy white hair and he found his momentum used against him as the other boy threw him back to the ground...

...but he didn't let Vincent get away.

If he was going down, he was taking the other boy with him and, digging his nails into Vincent's wrist to keep him from weaseling out of his grip, they tumbled across the grass together, again. All flailing limbs and curses with a teacher looking on as if she were about to faint.]

[you might as well just call the cops now and save yourself the trouble, teach.

Vincent hadn't been planning on making this a paired descent, but he doesn't shy away from it once he feels the excitingly painful sting of the other boy's nails in his wrist. he twists and jerks the limb as they fall, doing everything he can to contort Fubuki's hand to a point that something would inevitably break.

the rest of him is busied with landing as many blows to as many sensitive areas as possible. he doesn't care where or which or even if most of them miss - at this point his adversary was so battered that it wouldn't take much more to permanently disable him.]

[Being so familiar with soccer, Fubuki knows that even in the heat of the moment holding onto someone flailing so wildly is a good way to wind up with one or more broken bones. He's quick to let go of Vincent's wrist for that reason, wanting to save himself from that sort of injury, but the threat the older boy poses isn't eliminated by releasing a limb.

Fists and feet land several blows against him, and while he does his best to strike back just as hard for every kick or swing Vincent takes, his own attacks begin to slow.

In fact, it isn't until he finds the teacher physically throwing herself between Vincent and him that he even realizes that he's sprawled on his back on the ground with black spots in his vision. How?! How could have lost to someone like that...?

The teacher holds her arms out to keep Vincent away from Fubuki, her obvious fear of the young male in front of her painted all over her face. Nevertheless, she refuses to budge.

"Get out of here, you hooligan!"]

[the teacher suffers a few body blows, albeit unintentionally for once. her sudden interference had simply happened too quickly for Vincent to process it right away, and several hits meant for the other boy flew out before they could be checked.

once he realizes that she's finally crossed whatever line was necessary to motivate her out of spectator mode he backs off, chuckling darkly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he doesn't mind quitting here - he's had his fun.

before turning to start walking away, however, he leans down so that he can catch Fubuki's eyes beneath his teacher's protective arms.]

That's a loss for you.

[and a worse one than he'd have suffered without outside assistance. he just wants to make sure the boy knows that.]

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