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hadrielmods) wrote in dankmemes2017-09-20 10:04 am
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Test Drive Meme #24
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 September 24th, and apps are open October 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: TITAN TERRORS
[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.
In this case, the monster behind you may as well be the monster above you. No, not anything flying overhead, but the freakishly giant nude monsters hellbent on shoving your crunchy body into their mouths and chowing down.
Titans are large humanlike creatures who have superior strength, though more limited intelligence. Much like zombies, they desire only to devour all of the humans in their vicinity and will use any tools at their disposal to do so. Get your steel guitars ready and get pumped, because sie sind das essen und wir sind die jager!!!]
R A G E
SCENARIO TWO: PAINTBALL ROYALE
[You've got a gun.
Okay, it's not a real gun- it's actually a paintball gun, which seems to knock people unconscious when you hit them. That's a pretty sweet deal! Except, you really want to be the last one standing, and you'll knock out countless people to do it. Every fight feels like life or death, whether you're waiting in the shadows to get the drop on someone or spraying paint all across the open streets in the fain hopes that you might get a tag or two.
Either way, if you lose, you'll find yourself waking up in a party! That's not so bad, right? It's a giant gathering of all the paint-covered losers in the city, with free food and drinks and a distribution of excellent prizes. What did you win? Fight your friends, but not in the dark and trauma-y way, and be the next winner of our Hadriel death (not really) match!
This is a mini version of our Party Royale event this month.]
C O N F U S I O N
SCENARIO THREE: WALK WALK FASHION BABY
[Your trusty leather jacket is gone. So are your worn and torn jeans, all your summer dresses, your boots and high tops and heels. Suddenly, nothing is where you expect it to be, not even that load of clothes that you've left in the laundry for the past few weeks (oops). In the stead of all of your beloved duds, you find some stuff that... might be a little questionable.
Whether you were the lucky recipient of the hand shawl, the face skirt, the suspender sweats or some other wild atrocity, you'll be sure to have some fun trying to maneuver around the city in your weird, cumbersome outfits. At least you don't look as silly as that guy over there in the sea urchin costume!]
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And then that hope is dashed, like so much delicate crystalware on the cold, hard stone ground of reality.]
Aah! That's cruel, to turn your back on a fellow man in distress. Vous êtes trop méchant! It's hardly a crime to be stuck.
[He's sulking. Genuinely pouting and it's obvious in his voice, even as he's still struggling to pop his head free of the house-skirt.]
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Surely you of all individuals are familiar with the concept of indecent exposure, you fool!
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[That's England's or America's job, by etymology. But he sighs, trying to gesture to his underwear, but his hands are still quite stuck, so he just shimmies his hips by way of pointing instead.]
It's not indecent! People wear even less than this at the beach! [...well. Some beaches. His beaches. Ahem.] Perhaps you should try being less button--
...are you wearing bread?
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[It is only acceptable to consider exposing yourself to such a degree when Germany is around and able to walk in front of you to hide your shameful body from view.]
2/2
[What of it?]
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[And France is quite confident in his own beauty. Merci.
He's more or less gotten the house skirt down around his hips again and he's taking a moment to really take in the whole grain ensemble and nodding.]
You look delicious. Though perhaps just a bit stale.
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Just from a far. With gratuitous censorship.]
Und you've certainly given new meaning to the word address.
[Nailedit.]
...with less journal fail this time oops
He did.
France stares for a moment before dissolving into something that is simultaneously a groan and a laugh. He lifts his hands to give a few slow claps.]
Bravo. That was absolument horrible. I am impressed.
[Austria wins this round.]
But... I assume this fashion statement is also not by your choice. Someone is clearly playing a trick on us, it seems.
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[Yet Germany has the nerve to think of Austria as useless??]
Nein, this is not something I would typically wear of my volition. [Austria absentmindedly rubs at his neck, not used to the lack of jabot. Surely there should have been some way to fashion one out of dough if one was simply creative enough.]
Is today a holiday of some sort, perhaps? [Odd outfits and events do seem to be the standard for them on such days.]
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[France heaves a huge sigh because really. It would be infinitely more comfortable without the house-dress. Freeing, really. He'll never understand certain nations preoccupation with modesty.
But he'll relent, for Austria's sake. Try to play nice. That sort of thing. Because he is a mature nation.]
Maybe so... though I can see little reason to celebrate in this place.
[It's so cave-y and desolate and do you know what the wine selection is like here? Hideous.]
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So gracious of you. [Get Germany to walk in front of you, France, and he can budge on the modesty!!]
Ja. Well. [Austria frowns. He really would prefer to be back in his own home? Although that's probably not surprising.] I must concur with that.
It is rather... dire. [The selection of coffee and cake is even more bleak. Austria's challah breaded shoulders slump. He feels tired just thinking about it.] In every respect.
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[France nods in agreement, uncharacteristically serious. Not seeing the sky perhaps is starting to get to him. He misses the countryside. He misses the bustle of Paris.
He misses everything really, and if he lets himself dwell too much on this he will wind up in a truly morose mood. Better to stop the gloom before it gets him.]
But perhaps it's up to us to change that, non? While we're here. Until we can find a way home.
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He looks more than a little skeptical at France's almost optimistic declaration.]
I'd settle for us obtaining a change of suitable clothing before believing us to be capable of such lofty aspirations.