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dankmemes2018-02-18 10:46 am
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Test Drive Meme #29
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 February 21st, and apps are open March 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: FRACTURED FUTURE?
[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.
This time, the Door has decided to bring in some monsters who already have a taste of what it's like to win their war. Welcome to the Risen, from the Fire Emblem franchise!
Risen are reanimated corpses, dedicated to obeying their master's will. While they have some form of sentience, they cannot be dissuaded from their goal and attack all who oppose them with a singleminded desire to execute their purpose, which unfortunately for you is "killing indiscriminately". Still, they're not all bad and some of them may even be relieved to finally be put to death. Have fun!]
T R A N Q U I L I T Y
SCENARIO TWO: ONLY THE GOOD STUFF
[Tranquility has decided to take over Hope's food supply regimen and- well, if anyone thought he was a self righteous hipster before, this is probably what's going to seal the deal. All the food provided in the shops is now extremely vegan-only, from basic lettuce to the most bland fruit you can stand to look at.
None of it even tastes like anything, either- it's all like you're eating water. Maybe to Tranquility, this is a feast, but for you, it's difficult to register that you're even full. Better start prepping those salt mines- it's gonna be a long month.]
R A G E
SCENARIO THREE: YANDERE LIFE
[Unfortunately for you, you came at a time when Rage was very unhappy with everyone- and now you get to suffer for it. Is there anyone who catches your eye? Anyone who you might want to get to know a little better? Well, you're about to get to know them a lot better, because now you're obsessed with them.
It's not the innocent kind of obsession, either- this is a full speed ahead, breakdown, pull out the knives and rope kind of obsession, where your desire to be near someone is synonymous with stalking, being a creep, and overall just not really anything remotely approaching healthy.
Better look out and hope that nobody gets a crush on you either.
This is a mini version of our Kiss me Kill me event this month.]

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It's not usually this bad. Sometimes it looks like one thing but tastes like another. But it almost always has a taste.
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[Eleanor turns, casting a pitiful look upon the newcomer and- Oh. And here's someone that looks like trophy wife material. Eleanor gives Cashmere a look over, not sure whether to label her attractive or feel envious.]
Does this place have anything else to eat?
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[ attraction or jealousy? why not both? Cashmere catches the look but doesn't seem to respond to it. ] Whatever people have hoarded. We rely on the god for food, for the most part. Some of them are better providers than others. [ she brightens, and shrugs her satchel off her shoulder. ] I might have something in my bag. Would you eat a snack bar?
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[Her nose wrinkles at the mention of gods, then her expression turns to surprise.] So, wait. Hold the phone. God's here? Like there's someone I can actually talk to about being in this place? This so doesn't seem like the kind of place anyone with ultimate power would hang out. Salad should not be allowed in paradise.
[After which, her eyes lit up as the snack is offered. Forget both, Eleanor's leaning hard on attraction right now.] Yes, oh my god. Unless its one of those things with the bird seed pretending to be foo- you know, never mind. I'll take it anyway.
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[ she digs a bar out of her bag. it's in a plain white paper wrapper that's helpfully labeled FOOD. when she opens it, Eleanor will probably notice it doesn't look appetizing, but it does smell good. Cashmere tosses it to her. ] Here. Enjoy.
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[Eleanor takes it gratefully, ripping it open and stuffing it into her mouth like an eager toddler. The face she makes is over exaggerated joy, smacking her lips happily.] Oh my god. You are my new favorite tall drink of water. If you also had alcohol on you, I might actually propose.
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[ Cashmere and Eleanor drinking together is probably an unstoppable force that the rest of Hadriel will regret ever happening. ] So, what did you mean by experience with the opposite of godly? Where are you from? [ also what is a Girl Scout? ]
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[Even if the resulting drunken shenanigans of the two would likely wreck half the town. Still wouldn't be the worst thing she's ever done for a pretty face.]
Uh, technically speaking I'm from Phoenix. Which is enough of a hellhole to totally count. But also, technically, I think I was in actual hell for a while? Except no one called it hell because all religions are wrong and we weren't allowed to curse for, uh, some reason. Also I was there because I died.
[Eleanor picks at the bar, nose wrinkling up.]
You can see why I so need a drink.
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Yeah. Maybe two or three drinks. [ arriving in Hadriel is worth at least one all on its own. ] Being dead is weird, isn't it? I'm dead too. At home, not here, obviously.