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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] dankmemes2016-01-21 09:15 am
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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?]

matthias helvar | six of crows

[personal profile] hellgated 2016-01-30 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
R A G E
[ if his superior could see him now, he'd be so disappointed. drüskelle were a holy order, meant to embody the fjerdan's ideal of integrity and righteousness...

not, as the case may be, engaging in petty street fights with random strangers. and for the most ridiculous reasons, at that.

but matthias couldn't really help himself. he certainly hadn't meant to let things escalate as they had, but it was one thing after the other — a slammed finger against a door jamb, a spilled tea across his lap, misdirection from a stranger that led to an hour of travel wasted. the final straw to break the proverbial camel's back? the nostalgia of nina, a past love and a current hate, the enemy he grew to trust... only for her to betray him in the worst possible moment.

he has, to say the least, a lot of feelings when it comes to nina zenik. many of them violent. ]


Stop, [ he seethes one more time, the worst pushed out between grit teeth, his hand curled firmly around the other person's throat. he's rather large for a young man of eighteen — bulky and scarred from a year's worth of prison fights, yet none of that had chipped away at the precision and skill bred into him as fjerda's organizations of witchhunters.

the reason for all this? it could have been anything to remind him: long brown, wavy locks; bright green eyes; soft, pale skin; obscene curves; the smell of sweets; even just the way she'd smile like she knew how much it affected him; a teasing word or two; or the way she always somehow managed to get right under his skin in a way that he loved and hated.

whatever it was, he needed it to end, and now. ]

C Y O A
[ i'm also open to do any of the other options as well! feel free to PM me or comment here to work something out. c: ]
respired: they made me too (they who made you)

[personal profile] respired 2016-01-30 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Koltira's not particularly amused by the sudden choking attempt (first of all, that's his thing). He stares at Matthias, nonplussed, and grabs the boy by his wrist. His touch is burning ice, his fingers limned with unnatural blue. ]

Let go.