dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #31

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 April 24th, and apps are open May 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: WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE
[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.

Even if the monster looks cuddly.

Direwolves are not quite what you medieval fantasy folks might think they are- they're untameable and almost the size of a bear. While usually a predator like the direwolf might wait for the opportune moment to strike, these beasts hunt in packs and are very, very hungry. You won't be able to tame them, and any attempts may result in a couple of missing fingers.]

S O R R O W

SCENARIO TWO: REGRETFULLY YOURS
[Have you ever done something you regret? A thought or an action you've performed that you look back on and wished you hadn't? Even if it's something outside of your control, something you couldn't have known, if there's something rattling around in that brain of yours, it's coming out in full force right now, leaving you guilt-ridden and prepared to confess all your sins to the nearest bystander.

But what if confessing isn't enough? You need to show them how sorry you are in any attempt at redemption you can muster. Work as hard as you can and maybe someone will forgive you. Work even harder and maybe someday you can forgive yourself.

This is a mini version of our Tears of Joy event this month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: TEAMWORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK
[The goal is simple: stay together in this room and use the supplies provided to build the best tower you can. You've got matchsticks, popsicle sticks, Q-tips, four different kinds of glue, and various little wheels and doodads. The team with the best tower at the end of the exercise gets a wish granted! That isn't so bad, is it?

Except your teammate is insufferable. Everything from their ideas, to their building strategy, down to their accent is absolutely intolerable to you. How can you be expected to work with such a difficult partner? If you leave the room your tower is forfeit, but who can expect you to stay in these conditions?

Careful- they're just as fed up with you as you are with them. Can the two of you overcome your mutual disdain to build this arts and crafts masterpiece, or will it be a race to the door?]

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Okay so the last time Reaver played this iteration of Rock Paper Scissors... Gun beats bow.

Gun beats bow every time. Look, there was a reason he happily flung himself head on into progress, it was so he could do shit like that easier.

Okay, yes part of him is happy to not be dead. That's definitely there.

The rest of him is very irate that the hole in this creatures head wasn't his doing.

"Well, aren't we talented." Look he even managed to keep the jealous edge out of his tone, eyeing up the man who appears to start yanking arrows out.

"I didn't think an arrow was capable of that." So quickly.

"One of us needed to be," Nil replies blithely, after the retrieval of the second arrow. He doesn't bother to clean the blood from them, but seems quite intent on using them again in short order.

He looks down at the corpse of the direwolf with something that looks very close to disappointment. Normally, he doesn't let things die so quickly.

"Almost a waste of a death. You should move, before something eats you."

There's a kick given to the dead beast on the ground, as the pirate examines the bullet holes in its face.

Should have aimed for the eyes, there's a neat, bloody indentation dead between them. This is what is wrought of showboating with animals you ain't never shot before, Reaver. There's a thoughtful hum, and he inspects the gun's chambers for a moment.

"No... No I don't think I'll do that." He has a point to prove now, dickbreath.

"You're free to move if you'd like, of course."

"I had no intention of standing around," comes the smooth reply. The thing about Nil is, he really has no ego to bruise. At least, not in the traditional sense.

A quick glance around shows plenty more wolves to pick off. He nocks another arrow into his bow and gently tests the string.

"How about we keep score." If you can actually manage to kill anything with that peashooter you're carrying around, Reaver.

Test Drive Meme #31

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