dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #24

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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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1. fear

[ There are a lot of things to consider when you end up in a strange place without that girl you like. R was considering all of them as fast as his half rotted brain could handle.

Where am I? This definitely doesn't look like the airport. Where's Julie?

Of course all these questions fade in importance compared to the one that comes up the moment he sees the titan.

What the fuck is that?

He might not be the freshest meat but R ducks behind a building all the same, only realizing once he's there that he's not alone. Looking over at his new friend R waves awkwardly.

Act casual. And don't smile, don't smile. I think I have Perry in my teeth. ]

…hi.

2. rage

[ R didn't last long in paintball, so now he's at the afterparty trying his best to blend in. That involves a lot of hovering at the edges of things with his hands shoved in his pockets. This is fine, everything is fine. He has a charming mix of paintball splatters and blood on his gross hoodie. That's totally inconspicuous.

God, I look fucking terrible. Why am I even here?

At least no one has tried to shoot him in the head yet. R keeps avoiding the crowd, head whipping around now and then as he looks for any kind of familiar face. He also takes the time to pocket any interesting looking trinkets left unsupervised. He has a problem.

At one point he could swear he saw Julie and it's enough to make him brave mingling with the crowd and for a moment he comes alive. Until he bumps into someone and loses sight. ]

S... sorry...

[ Drake had ducked behind the building to keep out of the way of the same titan R was dodging, since he doesn't have the means to take one down on his own. He was trying to get to the colosseum, plotting his route there when someone else turns the corner. Someone who smells... less than pleasant, if he's honest. And then the stranger turns to him, and Drake knows instantly that it's a zombie. One who looks like he's turning full Romero.

He takes a step back, reaching for his axe, when... the guy speaks.

Romeros don't talk. He's not too far gone yet. Okay, new plan. He's still wary, still has his hand over his weapon, but he's not moving to make with the head trauma yet. ]

Hey. You just get here?

[ Oh shit, that's an axe. That's not good. R takes a step back when Drake goes for it, his hands coming up to do what? Make it take a little longer? Jesus he's bad at this. Life was easier when he just ate people. Sure he felt a little guilty about it but after Julie... after Julie it feels kind of wrong.

Okay, I can do this. Maybe he won't axe my face off.

He nods, trying to look as harmless as an actual factual zombie wearing a gross bloody hoodie can possibly look. The words don't come easy but this is unlife or death. ]

Y... Yeah. Wh... where?

[ Yeah, it's an axe, sorry about that, kid. Drake's not sure if the stutter is nerves or the fact that he seems to be rotting and probably can't form words properly anymore. Probably a bit of both. He deliberates a moment longer, then slowly lifts his hand off the weapon, holding it up as a show of trust. Don't make him regret it. ]

It's a place called Hadriel. We were all brought here from different worlds.

[ If he'd ever asked Blaine or Liv for details, he might know that this kind of zombieism isn't quite the same as his, but he hasn't so he's going to assume the guy's just hungry. That he can reverse some of the damage done to him if he feeds him. Is that a thing? Can he help? ]

You should come with me.

[ Not even being sort of decomposed can keep R from giving Drake an "are you shitting me?" look at the idea that this is a different world. The world as he knows it is one full of the dead, wiped out by a plague and decaying from the inside out just like him. He wishes that he didn't have to struggle for every syllable when he can never seem to stop thinking. He's not going to question that bit of mercy, he doesn't want to kill people, especially after seeing death through Perry's eyes. ]

Got to be... kidding.

[ It hasn't sunk in yet that Drake doesn't smell like food, doesn't ping the part of his undead brain that can smell a hint of life and make him want to sink his teeth in. Between the titan still wandering around, the lingering possibility that this guy might decide to kill him and the fact that Julie is nowhere in sight R is kind of distracted. ]

I need... need to find. [ Spit it out already! I'd kill me at this rate. ] Julie. Not safe. Promised.

[ That's an unmistakeable expression on anyone, apparently even a zombie. Drake smiles kindly, shaking his head a little. ]

I'm not kidding, man. You're not in Kansas anymore... nobody's sure how the Door works, that's what drags us here, but it's for real a different place. And if you didn't see your friend back in the colosseum, she probably didn't come with you.

[ He knows that's not comforting. But there's no use sugar coating it when they were currently hiding from the monster of the month together. It would just be crueler to let the guy run around the city looking for this Julie. He'd get trampled or eaten. ]

What's your name?

[ She's not here. She's not here and doesn't have to worry about a giant thing wanting to eat her. It's not much but it's better than nothing. She's on her way back to the human encampment and if he's lucky the boneys won't be able to track her. Something in him relaxes at that.

But then Drake asks his name. Shit. ]

Rrrrr... [ He tries a couple more times, the R noise repeated. It's all he has, and R is the name Julie gave him which means it's one he likes. Whoever he was before, that guy is pretty much gone anyways.

Cut me some slack, dude. I'm trying.

Eventually he shrugs and hopes Drake figures it out. Partially decomposed brain makes remembering things hard. ]

[ Drake lets him try a few times before he starts guessing. ]

Richard? Robert? Ralph? [ He scratches his head... he's trying to help, but nothing seems to click. The zombie in front of him just makes the rrrrr sound again and Drake shrugs. ] You've gotta give me something to call you.

[ For fuck's sake...

R shakes his head at each suggestion, wishing it was easier. Words are hard, they're slowly getting easier. Julie helped with that by pushing him to be more than just a corpse. So he tries again, looking frustrated. ]

R. [ His first instinct it to just let the noise drag into another rrrr but he cuts it off. He can do this. ] It's... it's R. That's it. [ It's all that's left anyways. ]

[ Oh. Well, okay. ]

Just R, huh? I can roll with that. You really should come with me, though -- are you hungry?

[ He shrugs without thinking about it. The hunger is always there, lingering at the edges of him. But the last time he ate was at the airport. The last of Perry's brains, soured by the fear and pain he'd lived through at the end. What kind of human asks that without sounding, well, disgusted?

Then it sinks in. This guy, he doesn't smell like food. ]

You're... what are you?

[ There's a moment's hesitation and then... alright. Hopefully this guy can keep his mouth shut. ]

I'm like you.

You can't tell anyone, alright? But we're gonna fix you up. You just have to come with me.

[ Bullshit. ]

Okay.

[ It's not like he has a better option. If he doesn't go with his new alleged zombie friend then he'll probably get eaten by that big asshole running around. ]

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[ He's serious, he just doesn't know they're different types of zombie yet. And he can tell R doesn't believe him... maybe he will when he gets a plate full of brain from Drake's fridge. At least he agreed to come with him. ]

Okay, this way.

[ Drake leads him down the alley, peering out to see if there are any titans that way. There aren't. It's a short run to spire 3 -- made longer by R's shambling, but they still make it there. ]

...can you do stairs?

[ Drake is getting the full spectrum of zombie expressions today. Rolling his eyes, R manages to make a zombie groan sound absolutely petulant as he starts up the stairs without another word.

Don't patronize me. I'm dead, not stupid.

And as a finisher he flips him off over his shoulder. Classy, right? Look at that show of manual dexterity. ]

[ Geez, R just seems to be having trouble walking... but he starts up the stairs just fine, and manages to flip Drake off... which makes him laugh. ]

Okay, okay, that's not what I meant. But it's the third floor, turn left.

[ Yeah that's right, the corpse has some sass in him even if everything is kind of difficult. You try making your entire body work together when you've spent a few years shambling around in a herd. Who needs to be coordinated when you have numbers on your side?

R climbs the steps, not fast but also without any accidents and waits for Drake at the third floor. Of course it's occured to him that he hasn't actually gotten any info out of this guy. ]

Y... your name?

R | Warm Bodies

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