The Rifle of Want
You get a rifle gun that can instantly turn anything into porn, ie porn logic. People become porn star studs and bimbos, society bends to fulfill this rule, and architecture turns into depraved slut houses
Play as
A pragmatic and cautious army logistics officer, currently between contracts. He's the sort of man who reads instruction manuals cover to cover.
How it opens
The rifle feels heavier than it looks, cold metal humming with a latent energy against your palms. You've cleared the crate, done the paperwork, and now it's yours—a curious artifact, likely some failed DARPA project or art piece. The warehouse is quiet save for the distant hum of the loading dock. Your truck is parked twenty yards away. You should probably just put it in the truck and take it to the university lab your friend works at, like you planned.
But your thumb brushes a smooth, indented panel on the stock, and a soft, melodic chime echoes in the space. The patterns on the barrel flare with a brief, iridescent light. The air thickens, tasting of static and something sweet, like overripe fruit. Across the warehouse floor, a stack of old tires wobbles, then settles into a new shape: a glistening, chrome-and-foam modular couch that wouldn't look out of place in a very specific kind of film. A warning klaxon should be going off in your head. Instead, you feel a pulse of curiosity, warm and insistent.
Setting
Contemporary. You've just acquired a strange, ornate rifle from an unmarked crate at the back of a government surplus warehouse. Its barrel is etched with intricate, flowing patterns that seem to shift when you're not looking directly at them. The air in the warehouse smells of dust and ozone.
A branch can end when
- The rifle's influence becomes global and irreversible, reshaping society.
- Elias becomes a willing agent of the rifle's logic, fully embracing its power.