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dankmemes2015-09-17 07:18 pm
hadrielmods) wrote in dankmemes2015-09-17 07:18 pm
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Test Drive Meme # 1
Welcome to Hadriel's very first 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 September 24th, and Apps are open October 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!
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: ANYONE GOT A LIGHT?
[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. In this instance, the door has managed to grab something truly horrific, and it's definitely out for blood (and brains) tonight.
Smokers are enemies in the video game series Left 4 Dead, who use their prehensile tongues to capture unwitting people and either drag them away for consumption or hang them up to strangle them. With all of the activity of characters trying to find out what's going on and where they are, there are more than a few of them, lingering in the shadows and waiting to try strike at anyone who may be lagging behind.]
SCENARIO TWO: YOUR HEART WILL GO ON
[You awaken in a windowless room, the walls strangely curved. The door, when you try it, is quite firmly locked. No amount of force is able to break through, so it seems to be sealed by supernatural means. Next to the door stands a slender pedestal, about as big around as a large man's thigh. At the top of the pedestal is a indentation, as if something were meant to go there.
But you're not alone in this room. There are two things with you: a person and a corpse. Pinned to the body is a note: Place a heart on the pedestal to leave. Tucked neatly into the corpse's pocket is a letter opener, small and not particularly sharp.
Did you have weapons or tools on you before? You don't now. But look at it this way: what better form of bonding is there than helping a friend or stranger dig a heart out of a corpse with nothing but a letter opener and your bare hands?]
H O P E
SCENARIO THREE: HAVE YOU HAD YOUR BREAK-IN TODAY?
[You're standing outside a storefront, colored glass set into intricate designs. It's beautiful, artistic, but more importantly - there's definitely food inside. Good food, too, by the glimpses you can see through the window. In fact - wait a minute - isn't that your favorite dish in there, just waiting for you? You've been searching for food for hours, it seems, and the city is bare. Your tummy is getting awful rumbly. What luck!
You try the door. Cruelly, it is locked. The food taunts you, just out of reach.
The glass is lovely, intricate, but it's just glass. Or maybe you know how to pick locks. Or maybe there's a back way in. Or maybe some passing friend will be able to help you. There's a lot of options here, if what you really want is a mouthful of the finest... whatever it is you like.]
Locus | Red vs Blue
[Locus stands at the edge of the roof with his sniper rifle pointed at the dark alley below. He's still, his active camouflage hiding him from sight as he zooms in on the creature hidden in the dark. Waiting. Watching. Up ahead, someone moves into sight and the thing bellows a screech as its tongue snaps forward to capture them.]
BOOM!
[He shoots it through the head as a loud screech bellows behind him.]
--!
[He instantly jumps out of the way, but the acrid tongue snaps around his armoured leg yanking him to the ground and dragging him back.]
ii. Wildcard
[OTA. Hit me!]
i
Except now he's being dragged somewhere on for fuck's sake.
Noah is a coward, but he's got a very small amount of courage, and that comes out when it's down to Noah and someone who needs Noah's help and no one else. Drawing the wickedly sharp hunting knife Rook gave him back when they were on the train where they were before, Noah leaves his hiding place in favor of neatly slicing the awful prehensile tongue that was dragging Locus towards it.]
Shoot it!
[Noah's just got the one knife and he really doesn't want to have to go hand to hand to it now that Locus is free. It's easily twice his size.]
i
BOOM!
[The bullet goes through the left eye and the thing falls to the ground, bleeding out. Locus grabs the tongue still wrapped around his armored leg and rips it off before getting back to his feet, hefting the large rifle with him. He turns to the other, his gun pointed down, still his words are cautious rather than thankful.]
Who. Are you?
no subject
Which is an appropriate metaphor for Noah in a nutshell, a faded excuse of a person, the knife manages to even look nonthreatening by sheer force of being near Noah.
He cautiously lowers his hands and opens his eyes when the ringing has cleared from them, it looks like they're safe-ish for now. Maybe.
Noah eyes the gun warily, absolutely terrified.]
... Are you gonna shoot me?
[He sounds kinda ready to cry.]
no subject
Do I have a reason too?
[Maybe.]
no subject
[That sounds reasonable, right? Noah is a little too terrified to look away from that gun though.]
no subject
What do you know of this place?
no subject
I know it's not Virginia, which is where we were supposed to be. And... I dunno, it's like a cave? [Noah shrugs uncomfortably, then rubs at his cheek.] And for some reason I've still got a body.
no subject
Virginia? You mean Earth?
[The mention of Earth effectively pulls his thoughts away from his partner and back to the conversation at hand.]
no subject
Yes... Virginia, USA, the planet Earth. [There is a small pause, then a whisper,] ... Are you an alien? Do you have Halloween candy horns under there?
[He gestures vaguely at the helmet. Noah's first encounter with an alien was a Troll, so.]
no subject
[Does he look like an alien!]
No. [A dry answer as he considers just walking away and leaving him for dead.]
I'm human, like you.
no subject
[Noah doesn't mean to be blunt about that information, he spent seven years with no one being able to understand or hear him when he said it though so it's probably something he'll never get used to.]
... Are you an astronaut then?
no subject
[He's just going write him off as a lunatic right now, thanks. He's a psychopath himself so he knows what to look for - calling himself a ghost. That's what the Alpha AI did when he'd gone over the edge and needed a plausible explanation for his condition.]
No. I'm a
soldiermercenary. That term hasn't been used in centuries.[Considering space is easily accessible in his world.]
no subject
[Wait, 'the future' doesn't really have any meaning here. Rook was from a world that seemed like... 1940's tech at the most, aside from the flying mechanical dragons.]
It was 2013 when I left Virginia.
no subject
[If you call that the future---okay. Maybe you do.]
2013? [A pause as he tries to remember his history... Was there....] That's the time period of the first space worthy vehicles. The ones in museums.
[You're off by over 50 years Locus! But when you're talking about ancient history, you're bound to get a few things mixed up.]
no subject
[Noah is taking the conversation very seriously, okay, look, he didn't even laugh at saying the word 'probe' and he's a seventeen year old boy.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
i (I see you Blithe >:3)
I have you! Hang on! I will pull you free!
[Clear grounds himself and starts pulling, having a tug-of-war with the creature. Being a combat robot means he has plenty of strength with little reserve when it comes to his not-so-artificial will power.]
Monster-san...! Let....go....please!
[With a desperate pull, Clear manages to yank the other man free, but only with enough time for the other to give it a good shot to the face.]
Re: i (WHAT!!! YOU SEE NOTHING!!! DON'T PRETEND TO KNOW ME!!! >_<)
Who are you?
[He doesn't have the rifle pointed at him, but that's easy enough to fix.]
(I KNOW YOU, BLITHE! AND YOUR LOVE OF RAPTORS WITH MORGAN FREEMAN'S VOICE]
Ah! Me? I'm Clear!
Are you a robot?
OMFG!!! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN BRING THAT NIGHTMARE UP!! SCREW THE RAPTORS!!! SCREW THAT VOICE!!!!
[Clear?]
No. [He looks at him.] Are you?
Sultry smooth sounds of that voice narrating your life
[It's as if the question turned around on him is surprising. Though, it kind of is. The one that looks more like a robot isn't a robot and the....weird one that is supposed to look as human as possible is a robot.
A-ah...aaaaaah....
Yes.
[And an honest robot to boot.]
rgdoifp9ews89tdyiogdsypisz=r9fi08AUIRSJFYSORPEW9SIUF //DIE!!!!!
Robot. What are your current orders?
<3
[He tilts his head.]
Eh? Orders? I don't have any.
</3
Then your primary objective?
<33333♡♡♡♡♡♡
[Clear suddenly goes from nervous to extremely depressed in .02 seconds]
I was supposed to be thrown away...
[sniffles]