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!]

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Wikus Van De Merwe | Districs 9

[the_sweetie_man]

( 01: This Thing Is Definitely Illegal! )

It was a good job Wikus had just been taking advantage of his new found ability to operate the Alien Mecha. The splicing of his genes with that of the Prawns made it so he was able to utilize their technology, otherwise inaccessible by human hand. Sure, the Mecha suit was painful, especially where the prongs and various jagged protruding instruments stuck in his body. Ribs, eyes, and back included.

Still, he'd only just fallen out of the machine, crawling back into it, despite the pain it offered, seemed to be his only viable option right now. Considering the hideously deformed Aliens running amuck. Wikus was startled but still had enough sense to both fight and flee.

It was instinctive, targeting the abomination as it headed towards a small group of people trying to flee. "Get to cover! Run! Run! Go!" His thick accent calling out through the microphone headset of the Mecha. The screen before him swirled then focused on his targets, setting off a few mini tracking projectiles. He'd help as many people as he could! Running in the suit took a lot of energy, the technology wasn't made for his human body in its current state, his mixed genes were the only thing letting him operate it after all, so it still took a heavy toll on him physically.


( 02: Every Man Thinks His Wife Is An Angel. )

Now, this felt more like it! Despite his deformed Prawn-like claw of an arm, and the unusual spikes and scales protruding the flesh of his left-hand side, Wikus was wearing his normal office attire. His wonderful wife kissed his cheek and waved him off to work. No one seemed to bat an eye at how he looked and yet in the back of his mind, Wikus knew something wasn't right.

On his way to work, he stopped off to grab a coffee. "Beautiful day isn't it? Shame we have to be a work huh?" That thick South African accent of his just rolling off the tongue as he happily greeted both the barista and other people waiting in line for their drinks. He felt happy. Wikus felt genuinely happy, something he hadn't experienced in a long time. He was going to bask in it as much as he could, for as long as it lasted.


( 03: Lets Cut Some Cake! )

Wikus had never really been much of a cook, his wife had always been the one to make their meals, Wikus simply paid for a nice night out every now and then as a treat. Today, however, today Wikus was taking great pleasure in designing a cake, with high hopes of winning.

He had always been good with his hands, in fact, making things out of whatever he could get his hands on, had been something of a hobby of his. From paper mache bowls to flowers made from old aluminum cans. So why would making a cake be any different?

Something was a mess, however. Wikus felt more than just the competitive urge to succeed. He felt malicious and envious. Currently envious at the beautiful three tiered cake the competitor on the next table to him had perfectly cooked up. As soon as their back was turned, Wikus used those long, sharp tentacle-like fingers of his Prawn-hand and sliced through in such a messy fashion, right down the middle of the cake. Oopsie?