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hadrielmods) wrote in dankmemes2017-07-19 03:06 am
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Test Drive Meme #22
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!]
cake wars are serious business
There's still a handful of steps to get through before she's anywhere close to being finished, but she's been down this road enough times to know exactly how her creation is going to turn out. Multi-tiered with alternating chocolate and white cake layers, melt-in-your-mouth buttercream frosting, and maybe a little lattice work if she has time to pull it off. Either way, this cake is going to knock all of the other constants right on their asses.
She's just about to cut through one of her layers when Kravitz comes strolling by, a long serrated knife in hand as Lup spins her single cake layer on it's turntable, judging the perfect place to make that first cut. She's leaning over when her eyes flick upwards to the man. The attention doesn't bother Lup--let him look at her fucking perfect cake!!!--but she's not going to like it if he tries to steal any of her ideas, even if he has no chance of pulling them off.]
Might have more luck at your own station, homie.
the MOST serious
He smiles sardonically, feeling a little caught out by her words.]
Somehow, I sincerely doubt that. [...] You're very good at this. But I'm sure you know that.
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...Okay, let's be honest, she's still going to be throwing the word perfect around long after that.]
Duh. [Lup may thrive under attention, but she's not sure whether to preen or bristle under Kravitz's. Still, she grins, letting him admire her work so far. She waves the giant knife in her hand towards the base of her cake, then to the mixing bowl overflowing with delicate swiss meringue frosting. Yeah, she knows what she's doing.] That's stating the obvious.
Need a few tips, bone-boy? It'll cost you, but I'm nothing if not fair when making deals.
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He doesn't mean it as an insult. Lup's confidence is... well, to be admired, certainly. Kravitz is just terrible at wording things, and tact, and literally everything to do with talking.
His mouth tilts up on one side in a half smile.]
I'm intrigued. What would you want in return?