dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #3

Welcome to Hadriel's 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 November 24th, and apps are open December 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: GIMME A HUG
[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. This time, the Door has brought in a large slithering beast for you meet.

This Titanoboa is not the friendliest of snakes. Over fifty feet long, it requires quite a lot of meals in order to keep going, and it seems to be most interested in making you one of them. A giant anaconda, this is a constrictor rather than a venomous snake - but don't worry. It's got teeth, too, in case it needs to do a touch of nibbling. We're sure you'll get along just fine.]

SCENARIO TWO: THE DOCTOR IS IN
[You awaken on an operating table. How did you get here? What's going on? You don't remember checking into a hospital or seeing a doctor, and when you try to get up you quickly discover that your hands and legs are secured tightly to the table, the straps digging into your skin.

Next to the table is a tray of gleaming steel surgical instruments, their sharp blades glittering as the overhead light flickers. They seem to be the only clean thing in the room, as you begin to realize that the walls of this operating room are moldy and stained, and there's something dripping from the ceiling. This may not be a legitimate hospital at all.

There are footsteps outside the door. It could be a friend - or not. Will you call for help? Try to free yourself? Lay back and wait for the doctor to arrive?]

H O P E

SCENARIO THREE: HOPESGIVING
[You find yourself in a kitschy, brightly lit, utterly pleasant gift shop. Lining the shelves are all manner of stuffed animals, inspirational figurines, greeting cards, and delightful ornaments. Some even look familiar, like something you might have seen before.

The door isn't locked. You can just leave, if you want. But on a pedestal where the registers should be is a globe of glittering light, and within it, a picture of the person you care for most in the world. Carved on the pedestal are the words Bring someone hope, and you will bring them happiness.

Of course, you aren't alone in there. Will you find something on the shelves to show to your companion, something that might bring them hope? Or maybe you brought something from home. Or maybe you don't care at all, and just want to smash everything in there. It's all up to you.

This is a simplified version of this month's Hope event.]

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[ Funny thing is, Enjolras doesn't even remember hitting the ground. The army was good at their job, he supposed, and he died before ever hitting the streets of Paris. He must be on the streets of purgatory now, he reasons. It's dark, drab, and there's a definite chill in the air. Maybe this place is supposed to freeze out all your sins instead of burning them away.

He strides through the streets calmly, not really expecting to find anything. He vaguely wonders if he'll see any of the other Les Amis here. There's a decent enough chance. Grantaire's probably gone to hell, and Marius could probably get straight into heaven if he tried, but someone is bound to show up here, right? Revolution spares no one.

But maybe purgatory is solitary. That's okay, too.

He knows he isn't alone when he turns the corner and sees the largest snake imaginable. It hisses, bares its fangs, and Enjolras knows this is no purgatory. This is hell.

He turns on his heels, and runs. ]

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[ Enjolras doesn't know why he's even in this shop. He's never been one for frilly, kitschy accessories, needless trinkets that serve merely as distractions and a way to placate the masses. He's always strived towards loftier goals, and besides, the idea of so much excess while others are starving repulses him. It's curious though, this shop. There are things he recognizes, and several things he doesn't, candies and plush things and toys that must be from other cities, other nations.

He doesn't take anything. He's too cautious for that, and besides, Enjolras does not steal for no reason. This shop must have a proprietor, and he doesn't want to cheat them out of their living. He makes his way through the shop slowly, carefully, peacefully. That peace is shattered when he sees the podium.

Grantaire.

It is only now that he acutely realizes what he's lost, what he's missing.

He reaches for the globe slowly, tentatively, lost. How does one bring the dead hope? ]

[Whether purgatory or the inferno itself, Enjolras isn't alone. What little illumination there is to be had coming from stones that glow with their own inner light reflects off the dark metal of the fine armor Rainier wears as he rushes forward.

He'd been hunting the snake. It got away to seek easier prey, but Rainier isn't about to let it go.]

Behind me!

[He calls in consideration to Enjolras, putting himself between the snake and the young man, shield drawn and sword swiping at it.]

Test Drive Meme #3

Enjolras | Les Miserables

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