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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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FEAR

[He has no idea where he is. Underground, so that probably means Buzzards, which is problematic on a number of levels. Also it's freezing and all he's wearing are pants, shoes and gloves. It's weird being alone. He doesn't like it, there's safety in numbers, and there's ferocity in a pack.

Also ... he's being followed. It feels different than the watching eyes of Buzzards, which at least he should be able to see, and he has no idea what or where that feeling is coming from. Reaching into his boot he pulls out a knife, turning slowly in the middle of the street, arms outstretched in the traditional 'come at me bro' pose.

Come at him?]

HOPE

This is the shinest thing I've ever seen!

[Here is Morsov. Lancer on Elvis, lead car in the convoy, important enough to be in Imperator Furiosa's War Party. And he is completely mesmerized by a snowglobe. He shakes it and stares. Shakes it some more and watches as the glittery snow falls on some landmark he's never seen before. Some pointy yellow things, doesn't matter. What matters is that it's water, and it's shiny. He shakes it so violently it should probably shatter in his hands. But it doesn't. And he is not putting that thing down. You can pry it from his cold dead hands but that thing is his.

[Fenris is unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or maybe it's the other way around and Morsov is the unfortunate one. Regardless, the elf pauses as the man reaches for a weapon, something small and hidden. In sharp contrast, Fenris' giant sword, the one nearly as tall as he is, is strapped obviously to his back, his gauntlets also look like they could be used offensively.

There's a glimmer a few alleys away, sleek scales reflecting the artificial lights and it catches the elf's eye. Whatever he sees obviously unnerves him and he looks back at the stranger, raising a finger to his mouth to motion for him to stay quiet. Please don't get them both killed. And then points in the direction of the very, very large snake. They can fight later if they both survive, doing so now is just suicidal.]

Edited 2015-12-02 07:11 (UTC)

[Morsov startles, he hadn't realized someone was there. Someone with the chromest gloves he's ever seen in his life. He sort of wants to touch them.

He's not wearing a mask, and isn't covered in spikes, so he's not a Buzzard, also clearly not a War Boy, which makes him just some Wastelander and therefore not worth Morsov's time. He turns when he hears the slithery sound, noting the scales, and the teeth, and ... what even is that?

He'll find out when it's dead. With a feral yell he is charging that thing with only a knife.

The snake looks less than impressed as a clay-covered man throws himself at its midsection and tries to stab it to death.]

Fasta vass. [The Tevinter curse is muttered under his breath as he watches the half dressed idiot go running towards the giant snake. He knows he shouldn't bother following the man, this was some kind of survival of the least idiotic or something.

Fenris very slowly jogs a few strides after him, still reluctant to get too close lest the creature decide he's a better target, but he can't help but cringe as the stranger starts attempting to stab the thing. This puts him in a very awkward and undesirable situation. Leave, like a coward, and know he let this man die, or help him and possibly get killed himself.

The markings on his skin were already starting to glow a faint blue. Why? Why was he doing this? That was about the only thought that crossed his mind as he rushed at the snake, taking a few strong, broad swings at it. Not surprisingly, the snake's size made it difficult to miss, but it also meant it seemed to barely notice Fenris hacking at it. A very foolish plan was already starting to form in his mind, a stupid idea that just wouldn't leave him alone. He could use his ability to phase into the snake, once again becoming solid inside of it and basically making it explode from the inside out.... it was a thought anyway. But for the moment, he was going to try to aim for the back of the thing's head, hoping to hit spine.]

[Morsov might be attacking a monster with a toothpick, but he's energetic enough to actually be doing some minor damage. There's tiny pinpricks of blood coming out from some of the scales and he's managed to not get bitten, though the creature has reeled back and tried to strike him several times.

He's actually laughing. This is great.]

I'll witness you little Wastelander.

[Ah, War. How he loves it.

Admittedly Fenris is doing a whole hell of a lot more damage than Morsov is, but he'll take the help. Maybe he has the makings of a little War Pup here, he wouldn't turn that down.

He makes a flying leap at the snake's neck, digging in with his knife and holding onto it with both hands, tearing a long gash along the things side. He kicks off and lands heavily on his side right as Fenris slams his sword into the back of creature's head, which saves Morsov from being messily eaten as now all the snake's attention is on the little elf.]

[What had the suicidal human just called him? He'd heard 'little' and that was enough to make his blood boil. Luckily, the snake is the one who takes the brunt of his anger.

Morsov, to his surprise, launches himself at the snake's neck, tearing huge gashes into the creature moments before Fenris takes a swipe at the back of it's head, landing another powerful strike. Far from wanting to eat either of them now, the snake seems more than done with these little creatures with pointy sticks.

Fenris couldn't blame the boa, but could they really let the thing live?]

Shall we finish it? [Why he's even asking this strange man is a bit of a mystery, but killing animals who had just been defending themselves had always left something of a bad taste in his mouth. Part of him hopes the stranger agrees that killing the thing is pointless.]

[Morsov has never not finished a fight with an enemy. You either die or you kill the other person, unless it's just some scuffle with the other War Boys. And even then there's always the lingering threat of going too far and killing them. They're all replaceable anyway.

So he nods eagerly, shifting the knife in his hand. ]

Then we can eat it!

[He's even willing to share with the stranger.]

[Hey guess who is coming to check on the voice he just heard. Another person. A smaller person, who is also holding a glittery snowglobe.

His eyes go very wide when he sees Morsov's enthusiasm for the snowglobe, holding his out to shake it and show off too.]

- Aren't they?! They're fantastic!

[SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS!!!]

[Welcome to the snowglobe party little War Pup. He grins huge because this is kind of the best thing ever.]

What's in them? How do you get it out?

[Can you drink it?]

Um, it's water and glitter, but I'm pretty sure it's sealed.

[Noah turns his over, very gently, to show that there's no obvious opening.]

If you open it the glitter and water get out and you can't shake it up anymore.

Oh.

[He turns his over as well. He wants the water.... but he also likes the glittery snow effect and apparently he can't have both. With a grunt of frustration he shakes it up again. Then puts the thing in one of the pockets of his pants.

It's huge and barely fits and drags his pants down on one side, but now it's his. Forever.]

How do they get the water into it?

[Onto the next aisle where he starts making a mess by tossing stuffed animals around.]

[Noah opens his mouth to say something about how the snowglobe doesn't fit in his pants quite right but - well

He seems to. Uh. Be doing him, so to speak. Noah says nothing, but he does follow behind with nothing else to do.]

Um. The base and the glass are separate, I think? So they turn the glass upside down and fill it with the glitter and water then seal the base on and flip it upside down to be rightside up.

[Noah also starts picking up the stuffed animals thrown around. :( They are soft and cuddly and don't deserve that kind of treatment.]

Oh. That makes sense.

[Just be glad he hasn't tired to eat any of them.]

What is all this stuff? What's it for?

[Stuffed animals are not for eating, they're cotton, that'd just get all stuck in your intestine and kill you.

Also a waste of a perfectly good stuffed animal.]

Well, uh. These are stuffed animals. You, um, you hug them.

[He's willing to risk it.]

What.

Have you been drinking guzzoline?

[He squishes one into a ball with his hand, the bunny that's being mangled does not look appreciative of this type of hug.]

Why would you do that?

[Why, dude. There is real food around. :(

Noah sets the other stuffed animals aside and moves to gently take the bunny from Morsov with a look of deep concern.]

Not like that. That's just- that's just squishing it.

You hug it like this.

[Noah shows. See? Hugs for the bunny.]

... It's to feel better.

[He doesn't know that. Maybe plush filling is delicious. Come on, I mean normally he eats bugs, it's probably an improvement.]

It doesn't feel anything. Its a dead soft thing.

[Noah siiiighs.]

No, it feels good for you.

[He holds the rabbit out to Morsov again.]

Try it. Gentler.

[He takes the bunny, staring between it and Noah like this might be some sort of trick. Fine. He kind of squashes it against himself with one hand, getting white clay on it and looking ridiculous, but at least he tried.]

What's supposed to happen?

You're supposed to feel more relaxed. Like hugging a person if you don't have a person.

... Why would I want to hug a person?

[He's done with this, tossing the rabbit to the side.]

[Noah makes a face, but goes to fetch the rabbit. He guesses if you don't hug at all, maybe stuffed animals don't make any sense.

So he just shrugs, trying to get the white clay off of it.]

What is this gunk?

War paint.

[He grins. See him all painted and proud?]

Not for you pup. You're too little to do war.

[He sizes Noah up, eying him like a resource, then shoves him in the shoulders. Hard.]

[Any retort Noah had about not wanting to do war is cut off.

The shove knocks him on his ass. Hard. Nothing breaks but he does kind of bite his lip pretty hard when he lands and that definitely bleeds unpleasantly, and his tailbone is absolutely going to be bruised and now he hurts wow thanks a lot asshole.

There's no fighting back, though. Just looking up at Morsov with sad eyes.]

Why'd you do that?

[Well that was pathetic. He was expecting to at least get kicked at.]

To see what you're worth.

Gonna end up a bloodbag if you're not careful. Full-life.

[He doesn't offer a hand up or anything, just cocks his head and watches him. ]

Test Drive Meme #3

Morsov || Mad Max

fear

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hope - oh god damn it now there's two of them.

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okay this is the most adorable thread ever.

Stupidly adorable even

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YOU SAW NOTHING. ESPECIALLY NOT A BULLET BOY INSTEAD OF A WAR BOY.

suuure

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