dankmemes | 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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[Bars are the best. Miriam loves bars. All the people and their shiny, shiny wallets, the rings she can filch with near impunity once the drinks start making the rounds, and of course the stories, the jokes, the attention centered squarely on her - exactly how she orchestrates it - and oh, bars are wonderful. She wishes every place she's ever lived had a bar like this, and tonight she hasn't even stolen anything.

Well, not yet. There's still time.

She's wandering happily from table to table, pretending to drink and inserting herself into conversations while Barnaby shadows her, always pressed against her legs or lying directly on top of her feet. He keeps her safe. He's her perfect good boy. The best dog in the whole universe. With her best dude, a nice warm place to hang out, and all the company she could ever want, it's a good night. Almost perfect.

And, of course, there's the man watching her from the corner.

Miriam ignores him. He's quiet and careful-still, not the sort she likes to fuss with. They're dangerous when they're quiet and he's so big. Even bigger than the Commander, who Miriam sometimes thinks wasn't a person at all but something else wearing a person-face and pretending. But it's not so good to be watched and so she makes her way toward the door.

Time for a timely exit, yeah?

Then there's a big hand clamped on her shoulder.

Oh.

He guides her to a chair. She sits. She does it very politely.

Barnaby's claws go tictictic across the bar floor. His teeth are bared but no sound comes out. No growl. But he's ready, oh he's ready, if the big man moves again. Miriam holds perfectly still, bad arm tucked carefully into her jacket. She's been so careful not to let anyone see what happened to her hand. It might be bad, if someone realizes. And by now he's felt the armor plates in her jacket, the Commander's big coat with the skull on the back, Sons of Plunder embroidered ever so lovely along the side.

Whoops.]

You're really tall.

[She keeps her voice nice and quiet. Not making a fuss, nope.]

You shouldn't grab people, mister. He doesn't like that.

[She glances down at her dog. Barnaby's teeth are bared.]

Test Drive Meme #29

Fear with Booze