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dankmemes2016-12-21 10:41 am
hadrielmods) wrote in dankmemes2016-12-21 10:41 am
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test drive meme #15
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 December 25th, and apps are open January 1st. Please remember that there is an app cap of 20 apps.
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, either through handwaving or through a shared mental experience while coming through the Door!
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: YOU SMELL SOMETHING?
[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 lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to knock you out, drag you back to its cave, and hang you upside down for some reason. This time, the Door has brought in a number of Wampas, from the Star Wars movies.
Wampas are large and furry, in order to stay warm and alive on their native ice planet of Hoth. While their white fur helps them blend in at home, it's less helpful in Hadriel - but that's fine! They're giant and terrifying with big claws and teeth, they don't really need camouflage too. They'll be more than happy to hunt you down - and if they don't eat you right there, they could knock you out and take you home for a later meal. If you wake up in a wampa cave, let's hope you remembered your lightsaber.]
R A G E
SCENARIO TWO: WE'RE ALL PISSED OFF HERE
[For some reason, something's just pissing you off today. It's something weird, too, something that wouldn't normally bother you at all. Maybe it's jackets or buildings with too many windows. Maybe it's animals or the simple act of sleeping. Whatever it is, it's total bullshit and you hate it.
What are you gonna do about it? Smash some windows? Kick a puppy? Or hey, maybe you'll run across someone who hates that thing just as much as you do, and you'll make a new friend! Or a new enemy, if they're wearing that most horrible of wardrobe items, a jacket.
This is a mini version of our Why Do You Have To Be Mad? event this month!]
D E L I G H T
SCENARIO THREE: THE SPIRIT OF THE SEASON
[Generosity and charity have infected the city! And hey, that's a good thing, right? Hadriel could use a little more kindness. Who knows what's causing it - Delight is probably bored - but whatever it is, maybe it's affected you, too.
If it has, you'll be inspired by the desire to give gifts to your friends, your family, that stranger across the street. Of course, Hadriel doesn't have a lot of gift shops, so... well, maybe you should just give them the shirt off your back? Or hey, smash a shop window and grab that can of beans, they'll love that! You could even steal your friend's favorite jacket and give it to your other friend. How generous of you!
Or maybe you're totally unaffected, and a complete stranger just ran up to you on the street and tried to give you a shirt they ripped off their friend. It's, uh. Not weird. Aren't you gonna say thank you?]
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Besides, even if they could, having an organ in there would mess with the rest of their inner workings!
When the Repo Man returns, he'll find that Turing has, in their attempt to get far, far away from their horrifying gift, not only dropped the box, but also fallen on their ass.
They look up at him with an expression somewhere between fear and fury, like they're not sure which to feel.)
"Where did you even get this?!" (The possibilities springing to their mind were grim and disturbing.) "D-did you...?"
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[His voice is low and rough, and gives the impression of a wicked smile. Though given the helmet he wears, all Turing has to go off of are vocal cues. That, and the metallic blue glinting of his visor.]
Not like anybody's bound to miss it.
[...anymore.]
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It was a testament to their creator's craftsmanship how smoothly their expression transitioned to horror, then rage. The little robot sprang to their feet.)
"How could you?!" (For something so tiny, they sure could be loud.) "You're a monster!"
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[A laugh; something of Nathan Wallace scrabbles gamely for purchase in the back of his mind, to it hasn't been long enough since those incisions for him to come back to himself. The monster in question is well and truly at the wheel, and will be for a while yet.]
This place is crawling with monsters. Might as well fit in.
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"That's really the excuse you're going with?!" (They probably shouldn't be surprised. The people who murdered Hayden didn't have much of a reason either.
Just thinking about this makes them sick with rage!)
"We should be trying to stop those monsters, not helping!"
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[There's a harshness to the words, a cold rasp to how he grinds them out. Thinking he's making some sort of excuse - as if this is forgivable, any of it. He doesn't operate under any delusions that this is justified. That's the beauty of the thing.
Beauty, rails another scrap of his mind desperately, would be the wrong word for it.
Perhaps he means the other thing.
He indicates the open box with the tilt of his visor.]
If you don't want it, I'll find someone else.
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"Why are you doing this?"
(Then they're back to disgust and anger.)
"Ugh! Of course I don't want it! What could I even do with something like that anyway?!"
(They kick the box away from them.)
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You never know when parts fail. It always pays to be prepared.
[He chuckles darkly, with all the air of a private joke. Hilarious, isn't it?]
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"That's NOT the sort of replacement part I'd be needing." (And boy are they glad for that!)
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[Look, he recovers, er - "parts" for a living. It pays to know what kind of parts are strictly requisite. Lungs, livers, corneas, he's not picky. Or squeamish.]
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...They seem a bit surprised by this question.)
"Uhmmmm..." (Do they even want to talk to this guy?) "Most of my parts are pretty stock. That's not to say I wasn't built using the latest and greatest prototype technology... but I probably won't be needing to take anything from other ROMs anytime soon!"
(Please don't go murdering their people for parts...)
"Actually, now that I think of it, I'm not sure if there are any other ROMs here."
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As long as they make their payments.
Most of the words and terms are utterly beyond him, and he makes no effort to understand them. Damn it Turing, he's a doctor, not a scientist.]
Very interesting. [On the contrary, he sounds profoundly bored with the proceedings.] I'll just have to take my generosity elsewhere.
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"That's probably for the best." (Go away please. They're gonna tell the city guard about you, creep.)
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Another laugh, and he packs the "gift" away.]
Suit yourself.
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"Goodbye." (They'd prefer if they didn't see him again. Ever.)
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