Test Drive Meme #33

[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 June 24th, and apps are open July 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: WEARS HIGH HEELS WHEN SHE EXERCISES
[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.

And this one is, well, particularly creepy. Especially if you dislike body horror, or spiders, or being eaten. This time, the Door has brought in Virginias, from the video game The Forest.

Virginias are rather disturbing-looking monsters, looking a bit like multiple bodies all squished together. They move quickly, they can charge and leap at you, and those creepy arms and legs hurt like hell. They also make skittering noises, if you want to be even more creeped out. So have fun with that!]

L O V E

SCENARIO TWO: YES, LIKE THAT
[Today, it's you time. You woke up this morning and you knew it was the perfect day to practice a little self-care. To put yourself first. To treat yourself. And that's what you're going to do!

Whether that means drinking too much, skipping out on unwanted obligations, telling people what you really think of them, or eating that last donut - you're looking after you now, and it doesn't matter what anybody else thinks! All that matters is that you're happy. So party on, and let's hope your fun doesn't get in the way of anyone else's life.

This is a mini version of our Love Yourself event this month.]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS
[This morning you didn't wake up wanting to treat yourself. Oh, no. You woke up wanting to show your anger - to the world, to yourself, to anyone watching. You want to break shit, start fights, get into pointless internet arguments. They're wrong, after all.

So why not? Find a stray piece of wood and start smashing windows. Tell someone you don't like the way they're looking at you. Post something incendiary on Twitter Hadriel's network. And wait for the responding anger. That's what you want, right? Someone to face off against?

Let's just hope you don't go too far.]

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He doesn't hesitate, firing a round at point blank range and then dodging out of the way. Not because he thinks he'll somehow miss, but because he doesn't want a corpse to fall on him and get covered in entrails. His clothes are gross enough already.

There's a part of him that thinks this might all be a hallucination, so he keeps the shotgun primed and ready for that second shot in case he needs to run like hell.]

[bitemefightme]

[The shot hits him in his center, and he collapses. It's just for a moment, though. After what seemed like a surefire shot, he starts coughing and lifts himself up onto his hands and knees. He even begins to laugh between sputters.]

It hurts. It really does hurt. How fun.

[He coughs more, his arms trembling a bit, and his voice becomes a little less maniacal.]

Fuck. [He gripes, coming to his senses.] That hurts.

[His body absorbs the pellets, and his skin starts reforming immediately. His coughs become a more choking type of sound, and the pellets fall from his mouth to the floor.

You weren't supposed to try and get me killed, idiot. Fucking Dark, he swears.

Like I would let my master die. This is the only way I can get around. It was fun, FUN!]

Whatever...

[He grumbles, out loud this time. He steadies himself up to standing, coughing the last of the pellets into his hand and dropping them casually on the floor as he looks at the tattered remains of his shirt. Man. He's already in a weird place. Where is he going to find another shirt?]

Are you planning to shoot, or not?

[He doesn't so much as give a sideways glance to the man, but it's sure enough who he's talking to. A moment's two and two gives him enough reason to believe this is the guy Dark got himself shot by. And he gives a groan of annoyance.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

The fuck...

[He was prepared for this guy to poof into a cloud of smoke like a hallucination. Or to just drop dead like a normal corpse. He was not prepared for ... this.]

If I shoot you again are you just going to puke up the spray? Because that's a waste of ammo.

[He'll switch to his sledgehammer if he needs to put more distance between himself and.. whatever the fuck this is. But he does start inching towards the door, running may be his best chance.]

[bitemefightme]

Probably.

[He says it like he's talking about the weather. His regeneration is no big deal. Not to him, anyway. He's lived with it since he was born, after all. Or... made. However that thing works.]

You'd probably be better off not humouring him next time. Running might work better.

[Or he could be dead. Who knows.]

Just saying.

[Meanwhile, you're totally free to inch toward the door. Heine's taking inventory check on himself. And speaking of...]

Do you know where I could get a shirt?

[Y'know, since you shot this one. A replacement would be nice.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

I wasn't humoring him. You. Whatever. You attacked me!

[ He still has the shotgun trained on him, because he's not comfortable at all with this situation. ]

Maybe don't jump through windows at people and you won't need to go shirt shopping.