Time for some testing

The fact that you’ve already given your blanket acceptance to this apparently magical bundle of Boolean integers and if-then statements briefly strikes you as funny, but then you’ve always believed that not everything follows the rules that we as people take for granted about the universe and reality in general. It’s like that missed plane flight eighteen years ago.

You really should have been on board, but everything seemed to conspire to stop your demise that day. Lost luggage, your name disappearing from the airline’s computers... it wasn’t just that either. There have been little things over the years. It’s always felt as if something has been looking out for you. You had come to think of it as your Guardian Idiot. A Guardian Angel pushes you out of the way of an oncoming bus. The Guardian Idiot pushes you into a two foot puddle.

You figured it was time for testing. Backing out again, you go into options and flip on Real-time Updates, then setting your phone on the coffee table, you pick up one of Beth’s feet and start massaging it. In the corner of your vision, you see something start to scroll like the chat window on an MMO.

00:20 11/30/19 - Beth, +10 Lust (Your sister really likes getting her feet rubbed. You sick fuck.)

You stop rubbing and grin. It’s either real or you’ve gone insane. While you’re not discounting the possibility of the latter, Occam’s Razor dictates the former. You grab your phone again and pop into the one menu option you haven’t looked at yet. Work Groups.

Again, this looks like bad localization since it simply brings up three folders. One is labeled Family, one City Of Duluth Employees, and the last simply Marks. You open up the Family folder. Inside are three pictures and six silhouettes; four female, 2 male. The pictures are of Beth, your Mom, and what looks like an age progressed photo of what you remember Beth’s Dad looked like. Mom’s pic has a skull and crossbones icon in the corner which would almost be cute if it wasn’t so morbid. Clicking on Beth opens up a status screen with her picture and some data.

Bethany Rose Nibornski

Age: 33

Relationship: Half Sister

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Bio: Not Yet Unlocked

Skills: Not Yet Unlocked

Current Status: Sleeping. Having a wet dream about you. You sick fuck.

Statistics:

Affection: 100 (You’ve been there for me my whole life. You’re my best friend)

Trust: 40 (You’re a professional liar, but you’ve usually been honest with me as far as I know.)

Love: 20 (I’ve had an on and off crush on Big Brother since I was ten.)

Lust: 37 (I’m having a wet dream about you.)

Interesting. You back out of the screen and click on Mom’s profile.

Maureen June Nibornski

Age: 60

Relationship: Mother

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Bio: Not Yet Unlocked

Skills: Not Yet Unlocked

Current Status: Deceased

Statistics:

Affection: 100 (You’re my first born.)

Trust: 100 (You’ve never lied to Mama, Shithead.)

Love: 100 (The only man in my life that’s always been there for me. I knew it was wrong, but no one else ever made me feel as special as you did.)

Lust: 100 (Your father was my first love and you look so much like him it hurts. Plus I was high as a fucking kite when I died. Mama wanted dick one last time. You sick fuck.)

The only picture left is what you must assume is Beth’s dad.