Test Drive Meme # 1

[hadrielmods]

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.]

Comments

[vapidfloozy]

Uh... sure, I guess.

[He lets go of the handle and walks over to peer at both the corpse and the other man in the room.]

Man, if I had to be trapped in a room with someone, why couldn't it have been a pretty girl instead of some weird guy who's into corpses?

[These are the important questions here, and Inigo does not seem bothered that saying that out loud might offend the guy. He sighs and kneels down.]

[tearless]

[ Excuse you? Eyes is plenty used to remarks about his looks and usually brushes them off, but he actually has the pride to be miffed by such a quip. Therefore, Inigo has earned himself a frown from him. ]

The corpse is yours to do with as you wish. [ Here, have the letter opener tossed your way. ] You seem to be in a hurry to find this pretty girl of yours.

[vapidfloozy]

[He catches the letter opener with a surprisingly easy movement. Then he frowns, too.]

What? I thought you were all ready to cut it open. I don't want to get blood all over me.

[While Inigo's familiar enough with corpses, he usually doesn't have to slice into them. Ew. Not a great prospect.]

[tearless]

I don't see what the difference a little blood will do in your pursuit of other women. [ So whether Inigo starts cutting into the corpse or not is entirely up to him, the best he'll get from Eyes is a shrug. ]

You also seem to be in greater hurry to get out of here.

[vapidfloozy]

Most girls aren't that into blood. Although there's something to be said for the wild type...

[He sighs, put-upon, and kneels down next to the corpse, holding the letter opener. Well, if he HAS to do it, he will.]

What, you just want to hang out here?

[tearless]

See if you can find yourself one of those wild girls. [ He'll just nod and watch Inigo work, if he decides to actually take on the task. ]

There is no difference between in here and out there to me, all I know is that I'm not where I want to be.

[vapidfloozy]

[Inigo does indeed go right ahead and begin cutting into the corpse. He frowns as he does so, annoyed at having to do this but not overly disgusted. That might change.]

You know any pretty girls?

[An important question.]

Huh. So where do you want to be, then?