Test Drive Meme #7

[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 March 25th, and apps are open April 1st.

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: HOW UNUSUAL
[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.

Watch out as you explore the streets of Hadriel, because you're not alone, and there's always something on the rooftops watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to separate you from your group and tear you into pieces. This time, the Door has brought in a few Rodents Of Unusual Size, from the film/book Princess Bride.

These large creatures are about the size of a large dog and can be stoked into a frenzy once they smell blood. They typically hide in the shadows and wait for an opportune moment to leap out of the dark and strike at you. Though they can sometimes look like overlarge puppets, take no doubt that these monsters are very much alive, and they love the taste of flesh.]

H O P E
SCENARIO TWO: MIRROR, MIRROR
[While exploring, you might be surprised to come across a pristine mirror in this underground city. It could be lying in your path, it could have been dropped into your bag by a mysterious someone, or it could find you some other way, but it will be there. This is no ordinary mirror, however- upon looking inside of it, the glass will show you a vision of a future that you hope for more than anything.

Regardless of what you want, the mirror shows visions that you believe are possible so that you can adequately hope for it- whether or not they actually are isn't really anyone's concern. Feel free to hide in a corner and stare for hours, throw it away, or try to peek at as many other mirrors as you want- we won't stop you!

This is a mini version of our Hopeful Future event this month!]


R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: PAY 2 WIN
[How cool are carnival booths? Super cool, right? And luckily, the grand prize in this one is something you've always wanted. It could be a briefcase of enough money to make all your troubles go away, that sacred amulet you've been questing after, or something a little less concrete- the approval of someone you want to like you, a curse upon someone you don't like, general freedom... the choices are endless.

And all you have to do to win it is play a game or two.

Something strange seems to be happening, though. Each time you finish a round of the game, the prize requirements just get a little higher, just stretch a little more out of reach. Play again, we're sure you'll get it this time! No? Well, you've definitely got it next time.

Get fed up and smash the booth for the prize? Well buddy, now you're disqualified, and tampering with the booth sets that thing you want most up in flames. Sorry, bud. Better luck next time! And look, there's another booth right behind you...]

Comments

[bluffed]

W-What the hell are you even going on about? [ She's going to question him. Very much so after that last outburst. To hear something so casual is giving her war flashbacks to the psycho race back on Pandora. He helped her out, the credit was there... but realistically - he looks like bad news. ] You don't even make sense. Maybe focus less on parties and more on... uh.. these guys?

[ Because there goes a small group of rats scurry in their direction. Their beady little eyes remained focus on the prospect of a good meal - and Krieg, they're looking right at you. ]

[fleshing]

[Krieg doesn't miss a beat. He doesn't even stop laughing as he swings around so the blade of his buzz-axe embeds itself right into the skull of the rat on point, nearly cleaving its head in two.]

Somebody should've brought NACHOS! [He bellows it like a witty pre-mortem one-liner as he yanks the axe out and brings it right around to butcher the next incoming, and the next.]

[bluffed]

[ That was #savage. Fiona flinches, nearly ducking back behind the wall because even a Pandoran like her got a slight uneasiness from close up carnage like that. ]

Holy shit -

[ She mutters under her breath. I mean??? Can she complain when he's offering his extermination services for free? And he did get her back her hat... ]

Good job, buddy!

[ More killing rats, less killing her. ]

[fleshing]

[Krieg flips her the bird with another hearty laugh.

That is not the equivalent of a thumbs-up.

THAT IS NOT THE EQUIVALENT OF A THUMBS-UP.

If he's aware of the implications of that gesture, Krieg does nothing to show it. He simply waves his axe skyward before hurling it down to land with a satisfying crunch on top of the rat that was trying to get a chunk out of his boot.]

Who wants LEFTOVERS?

[bluffed]

[ WOW?

PUMP THE BRAKES. Fiona's appalled. Shocked and appalled. This took a turn for the worse and -

She's flicking him right back. ]

Screw you, man! Have some manners!

[ Says the woman who is slowly sliding down the wall away from Krieg as he slays his last rat. She's grumbling around the way, kicking herself for dealing with that. She has to at least be appreciative that Rhys didn't see it. He'd never let her live that down.

Ever. ]

Aw, stick your leftovers where the sun don't shine!

[ She calls out aaaaand she's going to be dust herself off and walk the opposite way. Let's hope no impending conflict device appears?! ]

[fleshing]

[You remember the last time we did that?

A certain confrontation between a blue-tattooed Siren and a pack of rat bastards springs to mind. Unfortunately, Krieg's sense of recollection appears to be suffering due to its proximity with his insatiable bloodlust.]

BUT WE MADE SUCH MERRY MUSIC TOGETHER!

[He actually sounds a little despondent. Murder-buddy doesn't want to ride the death train anymore???

That's what happens when you flip people off, idiot.

And what's more, the rats are all gone, which means no more killing, which means Krieg's gonna get bored, which means it'll be even harder to leash those killing instincts in than usual. Great.]

[bluffed]

[ Why is Krieg horrible at this...

Why is Fiona doing anything other than think he could be a hazard to herself if she sticks around? Looking over her shoulder, there's a complete sigh escaping her lips. He totally has this guy pegged as a psychopath - which, technically? She's right! Fiona's less likely to deal with him when he's going off on tangents. ]

Sing solo, champ!

[ And she's almost away from earshot before -

boss fight? Fiona vs one big, fat, angry rat that effectively got the spring on her. It's weight sideswipes her, a sickening thud within range. Her palms pressed against the underside of the beasts jaw, trying to keep the yellow sharpened fangs away from her face. ]

[fleshing]

[She goes down remarkably easy, and lucky for her, Krieg's adrenaline is still up. No inner-voice needs to goad him on with threats or warnings about what might happen if he doesn't help. He bolts for the heap of bristling black fur with a reckless war cry.]

SOMEONE ATE ALL THE SANDWICHEEEEEEEES!

[Yeah, whatever that means.

He forgoes the axe entirely and gets his hands around the rat's tail, attempting to drag it off Fiona so he can, presumably, play helicopter with it.]