Savior Faire
You hear someone shout, "Hey, hey you! You with the face! No, not you . . . no, not you either, ma'am . . . you with the bald head and five o'clock shadow and the tinfoil clothes!"
You turn and see a guy leaping up the people-stream toward you, like a salmon about to get bizzay. He's wearing a brown robe, sandals, and has a goofy bowl-shaped haircut. "My god," he says, as he leaps through the throng, "I can't believe it's you. I've been searching for you all my life. Do you know who you are?"
"I know who I am, but what are you?" you respond. "Wait, what? What's this all about?"
The monk finally reaches you, and looks you up and down carefully. "You know what? I don't think you're him. Sorry. I could have sworn you were the savior of humanity when I saw you across the street, but up close . . . nah. You're a savior-of-humanity Monet. Sorry to bother you. Go about your day."
Well, that was a colossal waste of time. What do you want to do now?
| Go Uptown |
You decide to go Uptown, hoping to find some girls who are living a white-bread world, and are looking for a downtown man. After all, that's what you, uh, am.
In the Seaside Megalopolis, the Up in Uptown is straight up -- thousands of stories into the sky. The quickest way to get there is simply to walk into the tallest building you can find, and then take the express elevator up.
Granted, finding a tall skyscraper would be a whole lot easier without the cloud cover approximately ten feet above your face. Without that, though, you'd miss the aesthetic appeal of futuristic technology shimmering in the rain, not to mention the delight of being constantly soaked. You start practicing your upper-class snobbery while you search for a way up.
| You gain 25 Smarm. |
| Stay Downtown |
Since you're alone and life is making you lonely, you decide to stay Downtown. You walk down the street, bumping shoulders and knocking elbows with a truly scary assortment of humanity: punks with cybernetic titanium mohawks, bikers with giant razor-tipped spikes on their shoulderpads, little old ladies with floral umbrellas (trust me, the last person you want to mess with is the little old lady casually strolling through a dangerous neighborhood). You flex your biceps and puff up a little, trying to look threatening.
| You gain 25 Beefiness. |
| Get Outta Town |
Occurs at Seaside Megalopolis.
