If the xoridrove's parent strain
and the great vein of its descendants are now defined by their later role in the development cyclo-interference (or "hypno") crowns, then the x-eyed substrain has left its mark primarily (and solely) upon popular discourse.
As yet another victim to the flood
, nothing can be known of its behaviour or effects. Indeed, most knowledge of the strain (including the numbers that would form its base metadata) comes via its inclusion
in the video game, Zeroworld
Although (or perhaps, because) the entry gives little in the way of actual description, it was later co-opted by assorted "drone advocacy" groups during the VHZ era, with the words seeming to predict their ire against the xorihouses and the (allegedly) cruel use of corral-cage chutes to extract cyclo-resonant fluids from the captive, inert strangers trapped
Both the xoridrove's silhouette and its eye markings (albeit appearing in stylized form) were used to a flagrant degree by the dozens of fractured guerilla groups in the years following, culminating in that valiant (but futile) three-story mark sprayed on the tenth reconstruction of Jaundice Press Tower.
total killed in flood
Ahh, yes, how could I forget. It's amazing just how many xoridromel variants we managed to get out there, isn't it?
Though, this one's kind of interesting...during the development of Mirinet, there was a module key that used the exact same tokens as Module 2 – the only difference was the name and the eye shape. I think one of us probably thought that this was really clever. And we were planning all these products for Mirinet's release, and we had drawn a poster – or maybe it was just a postcard? Anyway, the picture was a xoridromel versus xoridrove, on a tic-tac-toe board kind of thing. I've tried to remember, I don't think my sketches really do it justice, but – anyway, the visual department really did a great job with it.
In terms of the xoridrove itself though, by introducing it to Walltown, I think we wanted to establish it as the natural foil to the xoridromel. I'd love to find the old notes, but a lot of that was trashed after the offices got razed...we were right on the edge of the old industrial district so it wasn't too surprising, but still...
the subject scrutinizes the image for a full half-minute.
I was really into those "x" eyes back then, wasn't I...
the subject laughs beneath their breath, though a hollow sadness lingers.