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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[ 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?

Oh, sorry. I'm Drake. Drake Holloway. And it's this one.

[ He points out his apartment, opening the door for R. Come on in, kiddo.

It's pretty basic inside -- no extra furnishings or decorations, but it's clearly lived in. Books on the tables and plates in the sink, that sort of thing. Drake heads into the kitchen and opens the fridge. ]

[ Wait. He can remember his name and he doesn't look disgusting? No way he's a zombie. I kind of hate him. I bet he's great with people, too.

R trails Drake slowly, eyes wandering around the apartment curiously. It looks so bare compared to his plane. Of course Julie also called him a hoarder so his idea of barren space should definitely be ignored. In the doorway he hangs back. ]

Nice place.

Thanks.

[ Drake calls over his shoulder, as he pulls out the tupperware of brains they get from Hope and a bottle of hot sauce. There's plenty to share, and he holds the items up to show R that he's serious. ]

You want them cooked, or do you not care..?

[ His first meal was raw, after all, and not so bad. He'd been hungry, and it seemed like R was starving if he was this far gone. ]

[ Holy shit, he's serious.

The hot sauce is weird. The question about cooking them is even weirder. But then again the tupperware is giving him the distinct impression that Drake has never smashed someone's head open for the chance to eat their brain fresh.

Not feeling up to articulating that he shrugs. No Julie to lecture him on noncommittal gestures so of course he falls back on old habits. ]

Usually get them... fresh.

[ Drake isn't surprised, but he's emphatic when he speaks again, setting the box and bottle down on the counter and taking out a plate and a knife to serve R a portion. ]

...you can't do that here, man. You can't kill people to eat. I'll warm them up for you, though.

I'm not... stupid.

[ The hunger doesn't go away but R can control himself. Plus the numbers aren't on his side. Hunting in packs is safer for someone like him, the Living are good at taking down lone zombies like him. The problem is that he needs fresh meat, needs that taste of life or else he'll just... waste away. ]

Don't wanna die. [ A pause. ] ...again.

It's okay. You won't.

[ He cuts off a generous slice and puts it on a plate, opens the microwave. ]

There aren't any visions here, but they're good brains, I promise. You have to trust me.

[ No visions? That means no memories and if that's the case... It's dead meat. No life in it to keep him from shriveling up and dying. But Drake seems set on being a good host and how can he argue with that? ]

Don't know you... that well.

Gotta start somewhere.

[ And before R knows it, he's being handed a plate with warmed brains and ushered to the table. Drake turns to get him a knife and fork, sets them and the hot sauce down in front of him and sits in the adjacent seat. ]

[ This is a level of civilized zombie bullshit that R is entirely unprepared to deal with. The last brain he ate was Perry's and with it was the concentrated memory of his death. Staring at the brain on the plate in front of him, set up like he's going to eat one of Julie's lifeless frozen pad thai meals.

If he eats this... dead thing what will that mean for him? For the changes he swears he can feel taking hold in him. With a level of careful deliberation R pushes the plate away. ]

Don't think I... should. Trying to... change.

[ Drake isn't sure what R means by that... change. Like he can go vegetarian and everything will be fine? His brow furrows a little, worriedly. ]

...buddy. If you go hungry, you might hurt somebody. You don't want that, right?

I won't.

[ He sounds more confident than he is. But he's spent days alone with Julie and never once gave in to that urge. He doesn't want to be subject to the new hunger anymore. ]

I'm changing.

Changing?

[ He's starting to think that they're. Different. Fundamentally. And that he doesn't understand those differences.

Drake sits down at the table across from R and looks him over. ]

Tell me.

Hard to... explain.

[ R always struggles with words, struggles with trying to make the right sounds flow together instead of watching them stumble out like drunks. ]

Julie. She... makes me better. Changing.

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