OK, here we go.

Zero guarantees of ANYTHING here. But it's been a rough year, I've had the energy, I know I' no the only one, and I want to at least say I TRIED.

So.

The year is 2071.

Trumpism, global warming, and pandemics all did their damage, but we're finally seeing our way past them.

Now there are other problems.

Kids are playing with their genes like 1970s kids played with payphones. Smartphones reside in your forebrain and tap into 11th-dimensional geometry. A second wave of Bad Memetics is about to hit, the biggest since the Internets of old. And an obscure physics paper has just provided the first solid explanation for the exploitable glitches we've recently found in reality.

It's OK. The Artemus Corporation is way ahead of it all. And they're our descendants, so it'll be fine... right?

The psionics renaissance started ten years ago. Just like everything else, weird gay furries wandered in and did it better, taking the work of mere neurohackers and turning it into a bulldozer for superstrings. Nobody's good at it yet, but there's absolutely no doubt: magic happens and it all happens in Dimension 11*.

*registered trademark of the Artemus Corporation

Unfortunately, furries are only human. Now they're the power structure. The Artemis Corporation is what happened when they sold out. Now they're the fastest-growing neurotheological corporation in America, selling transcendent identity change and a share in the cosmic lottery.

You were a perfectly content resident of Terra's recovering biomes, eating and/or avoiding being eaten as you found appropriate. Now, thanks to the Artemus Corporation and its fervent quest for the psionic Holy Grail, you've got a forebrain, *neat* little opposable thumbs, and opinions about economic policy.

You live in a twelve-story office complex on the US West Coast. You spend a lot of your time hooked up to machines. The humans in charge spend a lot of time staring intensely into flashing screens, injecting things into themselves and you, and fucking each other. Thus far, you have not been invited, though you have had some fascinating conversations about why. You fear they may be some value of "insane." You also fear that they, and you, might be on the verge of a terrifying power. You do not understand this power, and it's becoming painfully clear that they don't either.

You suspect that all the information about the outside world, in that little squeaktoy version of the Internet they've given you, is a great big lie.

You recently learned what demons are and are seriously afraid they might be trying to put one in you.

This is an RPG about a "psychotronic" retro-horror future where psionics are real, leftists were right about damn near everything, and furry has spawned a genuinely dangerous Scientology-like cult that is on the forefront of terrifying reality-breaking technology.

Pitch me a character. Feel absolutely free to invent new details of this world, as long as they fit the above reasonably well. You are a captive of the Artemus Corporation. Animal-brain architecture is the hot new frontier; you are an genetically "uplifted," brain-grafted animal captive with a human intellect. They intent to use you to study psionic technology; they are convinced you are their path to godhood. They throw swinging parties but they scare the fuck out of you. You're starting to see things that aren't there.

Influences: John Carpenter, David Cronenberg, David Lynch, Altered States, Stranger Things, Upstream Color, A Cure For Wellness, Suspiria, This House Has People In It, Us, Children of the Mirror, The Prisoner, They Live, Buckaroo Banzai, Liquid Sky, In The Mouth of Madness, Cabin in the Woods, The Shining, Beyond the Black Rainbow

Please assign your character 30 points in the following traits: Lust, Avarice, Greed, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Pride.

Be warned that EVERY POSSIBLE content warning applies to the potential content and its replies. This, if it goes anywhere at all, will be a psychedelic horror story.