Test Drive Meme #22

[hadrielmods]

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 July 25th, and apps are open August 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: THE WRONG KIND OF SCARY
[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.

There's an odd shuffling to your right and to your left. Do you know what that is? Maybe not, but at least nobody else does either. You might peek at an eye stalk or a stinger, you might catch a glimpse of something that can maybe pass for fingers... or maybe it just has a mouth on its butt because its creator was feeling particularly sadistic that day. That's right, you're looking at the creatures from Spore, EA's infamous alien creation game with the most awkward alien creator imaginable.

These particular Spore creatures are the carnivorous kind, the kind who seek out and eat other creatures so that they can instantly procreate to pass on their victim's genetic code and make their species even more wild. You might not want to stick around and watch the mating process. I promise it's just as weird as you think.]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y / C O N F U S I O N

SCENARIO TWO: STEPFORD SUNDAY
[You wake up one lovely weekend morning to the sounds of birds chirping outside and sun streaming through your window. What a wonderful day to be perfectly normal and happy in the suburbs! Your family is all around you, like a Norman Rockwell painting, happy to go about their average day in their average life in their average city.

So what if your sister is an archdemon? Or your father is somehow a dragon? It's just the way that things have always been... isn't it?

The perceptive of you may begin to see cracks in the veneer, may begin to wonder why everything seems to be so perfect... and as the truth begins to unfold, it paints a much darker picture than the one you're seeing. Are you sure you don't want to stay, just a little while longer?

This is a mini version of our Stepford Summer event this month!]

R A G E / D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: CAKE WARS
[There are plenty of ways in this world to rouse your competitive spirit. Many of them involve athletics- few involve such beautiful edible artistry as this.

That's right, you're in a cake baking competition, and no matter how competitive you normally are, thanks to Rage's influence, you want to win. Competitors can be in teams of two or alone, and they have until morning to bake their cakes to the fullest and bring it to Delight's temple for judging.

So what kind of cake baker are you? Do you revel in your artistry? Do you measure everything and carefully prepare each icing tip? Or do you know that you suck at cooking and decide to use the opportunity to sabotage your opponent's cake instead? Nothing is off limits, and all's fair in cake and war, after all!]

Comments

[paragonbrosca]

['Alright' doesn't mean bleeding. Aren looks at him skeptically, and pulls out the poultice.]

It takes awful if you drink it, but it's faster that way. Up to you.

Barkspawn, sense any coming this way?

[The mabari is still, ears perked up as he listens...then lets out a soft huff.]

They're not following. He'd be barking his head off if they were.

[fadeling]

[He drops the cloak then, but he's still bleeding. That will stop later. But the headache is almost immediately gone, although there's still some lingering pain.]

Good. But they could come back, monsters and madness make here dangerous.

[paragonbrosca]

[Holding out that poultice without another word -he can take it or not, she's just making the offer, she nods.]

More dangerous than dealing with hordes of darkspawn and an archdemon? Because I'm kind of used to that by now. Barkspawn, too.

[The mabari barks proudly. His scars here and there reveal his rather active life with his mistress.]

[fadeling]

I don't know. But the gods here aren't kind. They hurt more than they help.

[He doesn't even reach for it. She'll probably need it later.]

[paragonbrosca]

[Okay, okay, hint taken. She'll put it back.]

Gods? The only one I've heard humans talk about is the Maker, and in a 'he's pissed at us so we have to spread the Chant to win him back' kind of way.

[fadeling]

They're different ones, here. Drowned in darkness and sighing their songs in the silence. They want to make us sing too.

[paragonbrosca]

Well, tough shit. I already have one 'song' in my future, I don't need any more than that.

[Aren's lips form into a thin line, not liking the sound of these 'gods' already.]

I'm Aren, by the way. This is Barkspawn. Say hi, boy.

[The mabari barks, then sits down and offers a paw. Shake?]

[fadeling]

They don't care, though.

[He does crouch down to look the dog in the eyes and give him a pet.]

Hello. I used to be Cole.

[paragonbrosca]

[Barkspawn's satisfied with the petting, but Aren raises an eyebrow.]

'Used to be'? What's that supposed to mean?

[fadeling]

I was Cole but I wasn't too. I can't remember why.