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dankmemes2016-01-21 09:15 am
hadrielmods) wrote in 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?]
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[ no you didn't, axton.
he winces a little when he sees the limp-marching from the debris, cursing under his breath and starting to jog toward the emerging figure. urgh. that was meant to be a victory grenade, but now he just sort of feels guilty -- at least until he gets a better look at his outfit through the thinning smoke.
halting, he lifts his gun back up, aiming it lazily at rhys's chest. ]
Still got at least one. What the hell is Hyperion doing here?
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[Rhys' hands go up instantly- he's unarmed and, to be frank, a little scrawny looking. He tries not to panic, of course, but that's not exactly the easiest thing to do when there's a gun aimed at you.
Even as he falters, he recognizes the uniform, the rank implants, and there's something else about him that seems familiar, and Rhys would probably recognize it if his life were not in imminent danger right now. He's not really in a position to make any demands or bargain anything, but hey- the more he can figure out about this guy the better, right?]
-same thing Dahl is? Seriously, uh, guy- don't shoot me. [Rhys lets out a short, nervous laugh- the kind that's not actually laughter, but sort of tries to be anyway.] I really, really don't want to get shot. Pretty please?
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Huh.
[ he lowers the weapon back to his side and approaches rhys, circling him as he considers his outfit. ]
So pencil-pushers are getting dragged here, too.
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And-
oh.
It clicks in a flash, who he is, and Rhys is suddenly about five times more freaked out, because this guy- this bad motherfucker right here- killed Handsome Jack. He's one of the Vault Hunters, with the wanted posters and the guns and the flying cities and the bandits and the murdering and oh god, Rhys is fucked.]
...you're the guy. You killed- uh, you... killed... [Deep breaths here, buddy.] -don't kill me. Or like, forcefeed me bleach, or like, tourniquet all my limbs and then cut them off so I'm just a torso and then leave me out here for the cats, like seriously don't do that. Please.
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okay, well. this weenie is clearly not a threat. ]
Yeah. Definitely a pencil pusher.
[ it's definitely possible that rhys has just made his whole day, though. ]
Jesus, dude. You should probably stop giving me ideas. Just saying.
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So... what about not brutally murdering me? That's a good idea, right?
[He doesn't quite get how much this is stroking Axton's ego, not does he really care. Rhys' number one priority here is not dying, and if he has to sacrifice a little pride to do so, well... he works for Hyperion, silly things like pride are pretty much nonexistent by now.]
I think that's a great idea. You wouldn't even have to go through all the effort to torture me or anything.
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[ he huffs slightly, employing some spectacularly poor gun handling and actually gesturing at rhys with the barrel of the one he's holding to indicate his outfit. he only really went after people who were trying to kill him first. or people with bounties on their heads. or people who could be used as bait for someone belonging to the first two groups.
the point stands: rhys really isn't worth the waste of bullets. ]
And why the hell would I torture you? I'm a Vault Hunter, not some psycho. [ he pauses. ] And even if I were into that kind of thing, you'd clearly break like immediately. Probably no fun in that.
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[Of course, Rhys looks like he's never held a gun before in his entire life, let alone actually using it to murder someone. Also, he's trying to edge away from that gun barrel because he knows that bullets come out of there and he'd like to not be hit by one.
But. His pride is another matter.]
And I wouldn't break immediately. It'd take at least five minutes.