Test Drive Meme #32

[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 May 25th, and apps are open June 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: HONK HONK
[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.

Hope you're not afraid of clowns!

Evil Clowns have been a terror on the imagination of children everywhere, and show up enough times in literature for us to reasonably say that plenty of adults are afraid of them too. While they love to laugh, they often bring themselves joy by murdering others and slicing them up with the sharp knives and other torture devices that they have tucked away in their seventeen pockets.

It's not difficult to outrun them, as they have big, squeaky shoes, but it might be difficult to fight them- these bastards are hardy!]

F E A R

SCENARIO TWO: MISSING SOMETHING?
[You may arrive in Hadriel... well, incomplete. Though some may reassure you that it's temporary, there's still something terrifying in suddenly losing your sight or your hearing... or even you arm!

While this event does not affect memories, it does affect body parts, senses, and potentially powers and abilities. You may find yourself unable to do things you once did, or behave the way you normally do.

This is a mini version of our Senses Fail event this month.]

T R A N Q U I L I T Y

SCENARIO THREE: MAY FLOWERS
[You're in a beautiful garden. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and there are hundreds of thousands of flowers all around you. The temperature is just perfect, and above all else, it's satisfying.

Maybe you should pick some flowers for a friend, or your mother- you did skip mother's day, after all. Luckily, there's a few cutting shears to go around and you're more than welcome to start hacking away at these thistley bushes! Hopefully you know a thing or two about flower arranging- maybe that person over there is more experienced?]

Comments

missing something!

[tmied]

( Just shoot her now.

... Oh, wait. No, you can't, because there are no fucking bullets in this hellscape city. Not unless you want to go dealing with Rage, and Rage is a crazy bitch. (And not even in the good way).

Worse still? Rosa hasn't made a peep since Jake woke up without an arm. And why? Because this dump took her voice. Which, considering her disdain for talking, might have sounded like a fine loss to make once upon a time. Until she realised that without a voice, she has no way of telling people to get lost and shut up.

Other than glaring. So that's what she does.

Glares. A lot. Because the joke is terrible and she's not in the mood when they can't even get a good cup of coffee here and there's no crime to solve, nothing to do whatsoever. )

[toight]

[ Jake is used to Rosa being taciturn, it's the norm. But usually she'll at least chime in for a sick burn or to tell him to shut up and now the silence is getting to him. Which unfortunately for everyone involved means he's unintentionally turned the obnoxiousness up to 11. ]

Wanna play charades? I mean you'll definitely have a leg up on me. Or, more accurately, an arm.

[ This is how he's going to die, isn't it? Sure, the report will say the cause of death was being mauled by a bear. But secretly everyone will know the truth. ]

...Please don't kill me.

[tmied]

( This city has no laws. No cops. Something called a guard which seems to be more concerned with potential monsters than actual law enforcement (which makes sense considering the first statement). And people - supposedly - come back to life. Rosa could just kill him and get some peace and quiet.

But no. She's a badass. Not a murderer. Murderers aren't badass, they're just cowards.

So, with all the strength of someone repressing every violent urge for a moment because beating on a one-armed man is unfair, she picks up and pen and piece of paper and scribbles:

SHUT UP OR I'LL RIP OFF YOUR OTHER ARM AND BEAT YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH IT.

That's... proportionate retribution, right? )