dankmemes | TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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 January 25th, and apps are open February 1st.

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: HERE KITTY KITTY
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in coeurls, from the video game Final Fantasy X for you meet.

These cat-like monsters can use elemental magic to attack, as well as their teeth and claws. When injured, they can cast a spell that will drain energy from their attacker and give it to them - and they are even able to temporarily petrify you. So if you decide to fight, let's hope you can finish them off quick!]

SCENARIO TWO: BURIED ALIVE
[What a wonderful day to find yourself - or a friend, or a stranger - buried six feet under. Covered in thick earth, the sturdy oak walls of the coffin trapping you in darkness, all alone. Not a soul to hear any cries of help.

Either you're in a coffin yourself, trapped, hoping for rescue, or you've got a GPS, a set of coordinates, and a shovel. Will you try to claw your way out of your possible grave, using only your bare hands and pure terror? Or will you be the one digging, hoping that down below is someone you love, waiting for you to unearth them?

Just don't take too long. Their air - your air - could run out at any moment.

This is a mini version of our Buried Alive event this month!]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: PET PEEVED
[Everything seems to be going just wrong enough to drive you right up the wall. Maybe your shoes keep coming untied, or you slammed your finger in the door while you were leaving the house. Maybe your friend keeps using the wrong form of 'your/you're' when they text you. Maybe that guy in the shop with you won't get off his damn phone.

Whatever it is, your day has been full of tiny annoyances, enough to leave you on edge and just about ready to explode. They're such little things, nothing that should inspire so much anger, but one after another - well, shouldn't anyone understand why you're mad?

And then someone else comes along, perfectly primed to push your buttons. Maybe they keep pronouncing your name wrong, or they won't stop staring at your scar, or they have hair just the right color to remind you of your last ex. You're already primed for a fight, and they seem just as pissed as you. What will you do?]

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[that is precisely the moment when two headshots connect, one after the other, and a familiar hah comes from behind her. faint, but still audible, and there's a skinny figure up on the roof who's lowering a rifle from his shoulder.

pause, with his eyebrow raising and then-]

Lilith? That you?

[hair like that isn't on just any woman.]

[she freezes at the first sharp crack of mordecai's rifle, and turns neatly on her heel just in time for the second.

well, well, well. lilith couldn't have held back the grin spreading across her face if she tried.]

About time. [her tense stance loosens. shifting her weight onto one foot, she shoulders the empty gun.] Next time, could you do that maybe 30 seconds faster? 'Preciate it.

Not even a thank you? And here I had my own herd to deal with.

[probably in a few allies over is the neat area where the group was dropped as they stood. slinging the rifle over his shoulder, he makes his way down with ledges and a solid jump to land by her, and reaches into his belt to take something out to toss over to her. SMG ammunition box.]

Of all the faces I might've expected to see in this place, yours was one of them.

[you're a doll, mordy. she watches him descend, then catches the box with one hand.]

Thanks. [on both counts. she looks him up and down, half ensuring he's not some weird hallucination, and half making sure he's uninjured: he's neither, thankfully, so she relaxes.]

Uh huh. Good to see you too. [she glances over her shoulder at the felled cats, and segues right into--] So, what now? These things didn't have anything interesting in 'em. [didnt even drop any cash smh!!!!]

Unless the skins are worth something or you have a way to store the meat, I say leave 'em.

[Pandoran practicality, really. if you couldn't sell it, eat it, or use it to shoot, what was the point?]

Where is this place, anyway? The map's coming up blank. Could just be failing on me, but...

[She shrugs and makes an utterly impassive "I don't know" sound.]

Yeah, I'm not eating those.

[but as for their current location--] Your guess is as good as mine. I haven't seen Brick or Roland around anywhere, either. I've been calling all three of you for a while, actually: no luck so far, except for you showing up.

[she risks a surveying glance of the area.] Maybe it's unmapped?

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