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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!]
finn, a human boy | adventure time
What the heck, man!
[ WHY.... All of this, all of this, why? Showing up somewhere weird with weird monsters isn't a problem or anything. Just unexpected right now, and... they're so awful. They're so awful and trying to sting everyone??? It's classic dungeon.
Finn whips out his sword, but remains hesitant. Sometimes what seems obvious is actually a nefarious plot to donk up his alignment. Like a jerk wizard or something. ]
Are these puppies evil? [ And if questioned on his question: ] Are they evil? Would I be slaying an evil beast or just rolling up into their faces like a murderer?!
[ They definitely. Seem evil. They seem like creatures who wanna roll up into faces like murderers. ]
no cake princess to save the day.
[ Even the power of pure rage can't get Finn onto the cheating side for this, or at least not right away. He tells his hypothetical partner that they should both try making as many cakes as they possibly can individually and then see what happens and just put out whatever one looks coolest. His initial contributions definitely, uh. Definitely hit a certain zone of failure. This is a high-stakes, high-pressure, timecrunch competition. Normally he rules at this!
But glob, he wants to win so bad. He's getting all jacked up about it.
Eventually he winds up lying on the floor, defeated, casually slamming through a pan of finn cakes, which he hasn't made in like. Forever. They look cute and they taste nice, but they're no competition level. Plus he's pretty sure the idea is to make one singular big cool cake. Finn cakes are a whole other deal. Right now their deal is to be eaten and for him to keep talking with his mouth full.
There are two ways this will go, depending on when he gets stumbled upon. A little earlier on, he's subjecting himself to the whims of a classic mope session. What's even this cave's deal? Why do gods want edible goods? Sometimes he doesn't understand anything. ]
Want some? Usually when I make these I'm the only one allowed to eat any. Jake tries to steal 'em sometimes, but he's a dog. That cocoa would straight-up whump his rump. [ Siiiiigh. ] Jake's a real dingus sometimes.
[ He drags another finn cake across the floor towards his mouth and takes a bite, paper and all. Probably almost chokes. That's cool.
A little later or in a different timeline or whatever, and Finn is still on the floor with a tray of finn cakes. He's also staring through the little oven window, watching a new cake attempt to rise. Fail to rise. Either/or. Give it a minute and he sort of. Screams, without bothering to actually get up. ]
WHY IS MY FLOUR SO IMPOTEEEEEEEEEEENT?!
no cake princess to save the day.
Yes, chocolate is bad for dogs. Okay, he can grasp that. But what on Earth is a dingus? Does he even want to ask? Still, a child is asking him for... some sort of help. He thinks.]
Err, yes, I suppose I'll try some. [There's no harm in that.]
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Okay, okay, no it isn't. It's cool. Sometimes friendship was the real prize all along. ]
Thanks, man. It's kind of a bad move if I eat these all at once. [ It gives him the impetus to sit up and hold one of the cakes out. ] So are you a baker back home? I don't judge by cool eyepatches. A baker could totally have a cool eyepatch.