Test Drive Meme #29

[hadrielmods]

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.]

Comments

[middleborn]

"I don't know where the armory is," He said with a laugh, letting his guard down momentarily and immediately regretting it.

His easy smile disappeared, suddenly wary and watching Ivar, expecting the flash change, the flare of his brother's temper, that dagger pressed to his throat again. But it was less about his own personal safety and much, much more about disappointing Ivar.

"I just... know there is one," He added, trying to placate his brother, "I'm sure it will not be hard to find someone who knows where it is."

Hvitserk practically held his breath, waiting for Ivar's reaction.

[crippled]

Ivar stops in his tracks and his eyes flash with annoyance: he gives Hvitserk the long, slow look that usually precedes some particularly biting comment. Something unnecessary and pointed, meant to cut him down. Ivar is filled with the intense urge to turn from his brother, to look to one of his other men for the answers right in front of him, just to make a point about how easily replaced he is. Just to make him feel small.

But that's the rub, isn't it? Because he's not replaceable, here. He's all Ivar's got.

Ivar breathes out through his nose, the fingers of his free hand smoothing down the front of his clothes, dangerously close to the ring grips of his throwing knives. But he smiles thinly, instead. Tells himself to make nice. "Well then, brother, do you know anything useful?" Okay... so not that nice.

[middleborn]

Hvitserk immediately saw it, the disappointment and subsequent anger. He knew he should be annoyed by the reaction. After all, it wasn't his fault he hadn't gone to check out the armory yet. He was perfectly happy with the axe and shield he'd arrived with. Instead however, he bit his lip and looked annoyed and disappointed in himself, mentally berating himself for not going to look at the armory on his own. He should have. Of course, he should have.

Ivar really didn't have to make him feel small, he'd already managed to condition Hvitserk to do it to himself.

"Have you tried to use your, um- They call it a 'phone'. It was probably in your pocket when you arrived," He said quietly, avoiding eye contact for the moment, "There is a lot of information on it. About the gods here. And I have learned about their enemy. Our enemy since they also attack those of us who have been brought here. I have learned about the Door, the way we were brought here. And more about the beings who call themselves gods here."

See, he hadn't been doing nothing!