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

LATE BUT HERE WE GO!! wrong kind of scary

[dragonsgrasp]

[The person who's coming in to help is literally descending from high above, having jumped as far upward as the cave ceiling goes. He has his lance in hand as he comes downward to impale the nearest creature. He finishes it off in one single, deadly blow and then jumps away from it, yanking his lance free with that motion.]

I think I've got this under control. But the warning is appreciated.

[paragonbrosca]

[The mabari doesn't like surprises when he's on edge, so he starts barking at Kain, rebukingly.]

'Under control'? There's a shit-ton of them!

[Aren gestures for the mabari to back up as she reaches to retrieve something from her belt.]

I toss a bomb, we haul ass. Sound good?

[dragonsgrasp]

[Kain's stance becomes even more wary as the dog barks at him, but as he seems to be with the dwarven fighter, he figures he'll just... keep a safe distance for now. He nods, as he slashes toward the nearest of the creatures with his lance.]

It does! I can jump away at any time.

[He's trying to hold off these freakish monsters as best as he can, but it's definitely more than they could take down without some serious intervention. A bomb? Definitely a good plan right now.]

[paragonbrosca]

In full armor? If you say so!

[Yeah, she's skeptical, but they also don't have a lot of time to debate that. So she steps forward, tosses her bomb, and scrambles back to avoid the blast radius.]

[dragonsgrasp]

[He doesn't answer aloud, letting his next action speak for him. Kain takes his time, used to this sort of thing, and eager to show off a bit. The moment he sees her throw, he leaps into action. And he quite literally leaps, springing into the air until he's soaring abnormally far above.]

[He goes as far upward as he can, until he flips around midair and comes soaring back downward, aiming to land somewhere safe, out of range of the blast.]

[paragonbrosca]

[...well, then. It isn't often that someone catches the former duster off her guard like that, but Aren's just fine with being proven wrong if it means their survival chances have gone up. She grins at both the shrieks from the blast -go ahead and die, fuckers- and that display.]

Not bad! Now, let's get the fuck out of here!

[Barkspawn, wags his tail, whining anxiously for them to catch up.]

[dragonsgrasp]

Not a bad idea!

[At the moment, with the threat of more creatures likely, and angry survivors from that blast... it's a very good idea. Kain keeps his lance in hand as he starts moving, keeping an eye on his new ally to be sure she doesn't fall into any trouble herself.]