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

[citytraveler]

Odd colored blood dripped off Killy's fingertips as he came into Elrond's view.

He stood silently to analyze the man. Retinal-scanning malfunctioned when he woke in this place; Basic information showed, but nothing he cared to know. No indicators toward the Net Terminal Gene or hostile programming. Simply a 'human' or 'non-human' marker listed above useless details.

"Mn."

There were monsters here. They were gone for now.

[loveathousandyearsgone]

Not a face he recognized. But then, this was a new world, with a new situation, which tended to draw in the new even for him. Elrond studied the man, hands loose at his sides.

"Do you require assistance? Healing, perhaps?"

He didn't have the sense of an enemy, else he would not offer either.

[citytraveler]

A long silence. The 'non-human' marker gives Kyrii the gut feeling that this encounter is useless. But he fights the instinct.

Looking down at his hand, he can see the broken bones of his fingers. It wasn't all his blood. Beating down one of those monsters was more difficult and bloody than he wanted it to be. He senses the marrow repopulating and bones mending the breaks at a breathtakingly slow pace. He won't be able to use it effectively again for some time today at this rate.

He comes forward and stops a few feet away from the man, lifting the hand directly between them. A finger is cracked completely downward and the others don't stay straight.

Sorry for the sloooow >.<

[loveathousandyearsgone]

He wasn't bothered by a lack of verbal communication. Not everyone cared to speak a great deal, that didn't mean they were dim or foolish. More often than not, they were the more observant and focused individuals.

Elrond allowed a flicker of amusement to appear. "We should find a better place for healing first, before I take proper care of that. I could dull the pain now though, if you wish."