dankmemes | Test Drive Meme # 1

Welcome to Hadriel's very first test drive, and thank you again for your interest in the game! As always, our reserves page is here, and our applications page is here! Reserves open September 24th, and Apps are open October 1st.

Two quick points here as well:
1. Any thread made in Hadriel's test drive will be accepted as the sole Action Log sample in the application.
2. All threads made in the test drive can be considered game canon!

Test drives will be broken up into specific god mini-events, during which your characters can see how well they fare under the watchful eye of one of the gods. Choose wisely or just simply pick 'em all, and have fun!

F E A R

SCENARIO ONE: ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?
[The Door brings in all that is chaotic and evil in the world. This may include you, may include the person next to you... and may include the monster behind you.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. In this instance, the door has managed to grab something truly horrific, and it's definitely out for blood (and brains) tonight.

Smokers are enemies in the video game series Left 4 Dead, who use their prehensile tongues to capture unwitting people and either drag them away for consumption or hang them up to strangle them. With all of the activity of characters trying to find out what's going on and where they are, there are more than a few of them, lingering in the shadows and waiting to try strike at anyone who may be lagging behind.]

SCENARIO TWO: YOUR HEART WILL GO ON
[You awaken in a windowless room, the walls strangely curved. The door, when you try it, is quite firmly locked. No amount of force is able to break through, so it seems to be sealed by supernatural means. Next to the door stands a slender pedestal, about as big around as a large man's thigh. At the top of the pedestal is a indentation, as if something were meant to go there.

But you're not alone in this room. There are two things with you: a person and a corpse. Pinned to the body is a note: Place a heart on the pedestal to leave. Tucked neatly into the corpse's pocket is a letter opener, small and not particularly sharp.

Did you have weapons or tools on you before? You don't now. But look at it this way: what better form of bonding is there than helping a friend or stranger dig a heart out of a corpse with nothing but a letter opener and your bare hands?]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BREAK-IN TODAY?
[You're standing outside a storefront, colored glass set into intricate designs. It's beautiful, artistic, but more importantly - there's definitely food inside. Good food, too, by the glimpses you can see through the window. In fact - wait a minute - isn't that your favorite dish in there, just waiting for you? You've been searching for food for hours, it seems, and the city is bare. Your tummy is getting awful rumbly. What luck!

You try the door. Cruelly, it is locked. The food taunts you, just out of reach.

The glass is lovely, intricate, but it's just glass. Or maybe you know how to pick locks. Or maybe there's a back way in. Or maybe some passing friend will be able to help you. There's a lot of options here, if what you really want is a mouthful of the finest... whatever it is you like.]

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[Clear is still rather unsettled by the dead body. There are so many questions on how, why, who, and...well, he'd rather not think about all of that. But the fact of the matter is that there is a dead body and a not dead body who doesn't really seemed that bothered by it.]

E-eh?!

Uhm...let's see...

[Clear starts digging in his pockets to see if he can find a knife of some sort. He pulls out a glass bottle, some marbles, a clear umbrella, a handkerchief, band-aids, and a mask of a woman's face.]

I am sorry. I don't think I have anything like that.

What does the letter say?

Yeah, I was afraid of that.

[it's the answer lloyd was expecting, but that doesn't mean he's happy to hear it. his face turns sort of grimly determined as he turns back to the body and tugs off his other glove with his teeth, before tucking both gloves in his back pocket.

he spins the letter opener once between his fingers.] We have to cut the heart out from the body. And then put the heart on the pedestal after, if we want to get out of this room.

[a grimace.] It's, uh. It's gonna be kind of messy. Sorry.

D-do we really have to do that? Maybe there is another way!

[He really doesn't want to watch.]

Perhaps there is a hidden meaning behind the letter! Does it have to be the dead man's heart? Could it be another heart?

[Clear has no idea that his question could be taken badly one way or another. His idea of another heart was drawing one on the back of the letter and putting it on the pedestal. Of course he would put all of his love into the drawing to make sure it worked.]

Uh, well. [lloyd rubs the side of his neck awkwardly with the hand that isn't already holding the letter opener.] Aside from the fact that taking a heart from a living person would wind up making them dead anyway, I kind of don't want to do that? There's only the two of us in here, after all.

[the insinuation being that a 'living' heart would have to come from one of them, of course.]

Look, it's really not that bad, okay? Like preparing meat after you go hunting, except we aren't going to eat any of this because... it's a person. [okay lloyd isn't even doing a good job convincing himself anymore.]

You don't have to help if you're uncomfortable. [lloyd offers him instead. it isn't much, but it's really the best he can do right now. to be entirely honest, lloyd is pretty uncomfortable about the situation himself, the more he thinks about it. but nothing is going to get done if he just stands around making faces at a dead body and pretending the door will just open on its own.]

It's really not that bad?

[Well, if he puts it like that. If the person is already dead then that means the soul is gone out of it...somewhere and then it really is just meat. The notion actually makes Clear feel a little better about it. It's not a live person that they have to kill to get the heart out, it's already dead. It can't feel pain and they aren't ending its life.]

I think I understand! I will help you!

Oh. [well that was certainly a quick turnaround. lloyd hadn't thought he'd managed to be quite so convincing, but he'll take it regardless.] Okay, uh.

[he looks between the slightly dull letter opener in his hand, the corpse, and clear a couple times. there are really only two options for what clear can do to help move this whole thing along, and considering lloyd already took off his gloves he might as well be the one to do the cutting.]

Do you think you could keep the body still for me then? This thing's not going to cut very cleanly, so the body will probably jostle a lot, you know? It'll make breaking the ribs later easier too. [after a moment's further consideration, lloyd takes a moment to roll his sleeves up to his elbows as well.]

[Lloyd's wisdom was very appreciated by Clear.

So Clear rolls his sleeves up more as well then takes off his own white gloves then stuffs them into his pockets. He moves towards the body and places his hands squarely onto the shoulders of the corpse, grasping tightly.]

Okay! Like this? Will this help?

[well now, lloyd wasn't typically the one accused of wisdom of all things, it's a pretty nice change honestly.

it is honestly a little surprising how eager clear is suddenly to help, but lloyd's not unhappy about the assistance at all. even if it does mean that he doesn't really have any excuses not to do it anymore, urgh.] Yeeeaahh. That should be good. So.

[take a breath, square his shoulders and then he swings the letter opener sharply down where it cuts jaggedly through skin and fat and muscle until it scrapes against a rib and comes to a juddering halt.] Okay so that was... okay.

[Oh. Oh no. That is awful. That isn't okay at all. The awful noises of pierced flesh and the scrape of metal on bone. No, this isn't okay.

But he holds the body still anyways. That's what he was asked to do and he was going to do it, weird feelings be damned!

It's just meat, it's just meat, it's just meat.]

Y-yes. It is okay. A little more, right?

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