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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.]

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[Clear wakes up, blinking slowly behind the large lenses of his gas mask. Soft breaths can be heard through the respirator as he sits up slowly unaware of his surroundings.

He stands slowly, a bit dizzy from the combination of suddenly waking up in an unfamiliar place and the confusion of being in an unfamiliar place. He tries to wrap his brain around the situation, but comes up with absolutely nothing.

He looks over at the living person and is about to greet him with a polite 'hello', but the polite gesture is soon interrupted with a loud shout, yelp, scream...just some sort of noise that erupts from his robotic vocal chords.]

GYAAAAWAAAAAAAAHAAAAAA!

[His knees tremble almost comedically as he points at the corpse.]

Why is that person dead?!

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[At the sound, Adam flinches back. He manages not to jump, but it's a close thing. He wasn't really expecting the gas mask, or to get screamed at like that, and frankly this whole situation is already unsettling.

He calms down quickly enough, though, when it's obvious he's not going to be attacked.]

Uh - I don't know. He was like that when I woke up.

[He looks back at the corpse, swallows hard, looks at Clear again.]

We... need his heart to get out, I guess.

Eeeeeeeeh?! Why?! I will try the door right now, I will definitely try the door.

[For a robot designed for fighting, he definitely wasn't the type that liked violence. If it was a last resort, then sure, but unnecessary gore wasn't on his list of things to experience in his long, long lifetime.

So he went to the door and turned the knob, then he turned it harder, then as hard as he could, which was pretty damn hard considering his strength. Then he tried shouldering the door to no avail whatsoever. Then he tried kicking the door, kicking the knob, and smacking the knob with his fist. His last attempt was to just cry onto the door pathetically in hopes that something would take pity on him and it would magically open.]

I...*sniff*...I can't get it opeeeeen....

[If even Clear's tears can't open the door, they're both pretty much screwed. Adam watches him struggle with it, heart sinking as nothing seems to work. At least Clear doesn't seem like a threat - the only thing worse than being stuck in a room with a corpse would be being stuck in a room with a corpse and someone trying to kill him.

He looks down at the body next to him, steels himself. If that's what they have to do to get out, then that's what'll have to be done.]

It's fine. I figured it wouldn't work.

[He fingers the letter opener. He really isn't looking forward to this.]

I'm going to guess you haven't done anything like this before.

[Clear shakes his head.]

Have you?

[The boy doesn't look unsettling or like he's a bad person, but if the answer was yes then...

That thought made him worry a bit.]

You are very calm in a situation like this one. Are you not scared at all?

I'm terrified.

[He keeps his voice carefully even when he says that. He's been more frightened - this isn't the scariest thing to Adam - but it's not anything he's comfortable with. Not at all.]

I've never done anything like this before, no. But we have to, if we want to get out, so...

[Awkwardly, Adam shrugs. So he'll do it, because it needs to be done. Even though the thought of it turns his stomach. He holds the letter opener, preparing himself.]

[Something doesn't settle well with Clear. He feels guilt? Was that what he was feeling? This boy is so calm, but terrified.

No, he can't let him take this on by himself.

He runs his hands through the sides of his hair then steps more towards the body.]

Please allow me to do it. I am scared, too, but I should be able to handle something like this.

And...uuh...I have a mask, so I think that might make things easier for me.

[He steps forward and holds his hands out for the letter opener.]

[He looks at Clear, a little surprised by the offer. Adam had already accepted that he'd be doing it, so it's - strange. Maybe Clear feels sorry for him, or maybe he really just wants to be helpful.]

You don't have to. Um - I can, if it's too much. Or we could take turns.

[Frankly,it's true that it might be easier for Clear with that mask to protect him from squishing fluids and awful smells, but Adam intends to pull his own weight. He doesn't want to rely on someone else to do it for him.]

It... might not be that bad.

[Clear drops his hands and they fidget at his sides.]

I will help in some way. It is not fair if we are both released and only one of us does...ah...this thing. We are both scared, so I do not want to put everything on you.

[He holds a hand out again and nods.]

Let me start it, please. If something...*gulp* sprays out, my face is protected.

[For a moment, Adam just looks at Clear, uncertain. It's obvious he's not any more comfortable with this than Adam, and Adam is tempted to just do it himself, take it on as his task. But Clear is right, actually. At least to start with, he'll have more protection from whatever might be in the body than Adam will.

He puts the letter opener in Clear's hand.]

Just - be careful. When it gets to be too much for you, I'll do the rest.

[Adam's not really used to accepting help from strangers, but it doesn't seem like there's much else he can do right now.]

[Clear nods again in agreement.

He neared the body closer and stared at the skin where the heart lay underneath. He takes a deep breath that is more audible thanks to the respirator.

He swallows hard again and steadies his hand, calming his nerves. He presses the point of the letter opener to the body's chest then quickly plunges it into the corpse.

Just as he thought, there was an initial spurt that shot out and spotted his bright yellow scarf. The color of clothing wasn't exactly ideal for what he was doing, but there wasn't much he could do about that.

If there was a smell, he couldn't smell it because of the gasmask. But the sounds were awful.

After cutting an opening, he used his fingers to pry the flesh open. There was old blood oozing from the open cut, but there wasn't any more spurting or spraying since the heart was no longer pumping blood.]

This is horrible...

[That first burst of blood draws a wince from Adam, but he doesn't look away. The least he can do is watch, and it'll help - he'll be more ready for whatever he ends up needing to do. He's steady, at least for now, standing far enough away to avoid any splatter but not so far that he won't be nearby if he's needed.]

It's definitely not what I expected to be doing today.

[It's disgusting, even even it's dead, even if blood isn't pumping through its veins anymore. Adam could have done it, but he's glad that he doesn't have to do it all himself.]

[Clear nods his head in agreement. He wasn't expecting to do this sort of thing ever, but here he was, cutting a corpse up like roast duck.

But he soon gets used to it. A part of his mechanics is learning to adjust and adapt to different situations since he was created to blend in with humans and do as they do, so it is becoming less and less disturbing.]

I can finish this if you would like me to. First we need to get through the rest of the ...uh, meat...then get through the rib bones to get to the heart.

[He doesn't seem as bothered by it as Adam would have expected. Maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be? It's pretty bad, though. And Adam doesn't want to make him do it all. That seems unfair.]

You don't need to do all of it. Getting past the ribs is going to be hard, and getting the heart out, too.

[Since all they have is that little letter opener. Cutting through bone and heart muscle isn't going to go easy.]

[Since Adam seems insistent on helping, Clear holds out the now bloodied letter opener. Bits of flesh plopped onto the floor from it and Clear’s white gloves were now soaked in a dingey red, the browned red of old blood.]

You can try now, if you would like.

[The scene itself is like a horror movie. A tall, white haired man in a gas mask holding out a bloody letter opener, his bright clothes with a bit of blood splatter. His voice calmed down a bit in comparison to his earlier whining and crying.]

[It's more than a little disturbing. But for the moment, at least, they're in this together. Adam might be disturbed, but he's got to do what he can to get them out. He reaches out and takes the letter opener, kneeling down next to the body. He's going to get bloody. That can't be avoided, and he doesn't have gloves.]

I'll see if I can take care of the ribs.

[And, with a deep breath, he starts sawing at them, pulling at the same time, trying not to think about what he's doing.]

[The sound of dull metal on bone was vile. Clear's sensitive ears (or rather just his left) picked up the sound like an animal and he clenched his jaw underneath his mask. Even if he was getting used to the gory project, the new sounds just renewed his disgust.

Clear fidgeted and shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

No, no, he couldn't stand the noise.]

Please, let me try something else. The noise is too much. I feel like...like I am going to break.

[He stops, looking up at Clear.]

It's that bad? Uh - if there's something else you think you can do, go ahead.

[He's not sure how else to get past the ribs. Adam's pretty sure he doesn't have the strength to just... snap them, and the idea is unsettling. But maybe Clear has something else in mind. He moves out of the way, setting the letter opener down in case it's needed.]

[Clear absolutely does not have something else in mind.

So he just reaches out aaaaaand...

SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP!

He drops the bones onto the floor with a clatter.]

O-okay...What is there to do next? We have to cut the heart free, right?

[Even though, with his kind of displayed strength, he could probably just rip the heart out.]

[That was absolutely not what Adam expected, and he just stares for a moment.

So... this guy can't be human, right? Breaking bones that easily isn't normal. Maybe he has - super strength. Or something. God, this is weird and unsettling.]

Um. Yeah. I can... I can do that.

[Although at this point maybe it would just be more efficient to let Clear tear it out. But that's a frightening thought.]

[Clear shakes out his hands. Old blood and fleshy bits drip onto the floor around him. He just decides to take his gloves off. They were pretty much useless since they were cloth and already soaked through.

He pulls off the white gloves and puts them into his pocket.

He then moves out of Adam's way to let him finish the job. He could do the honors, he doesn't mind at all.]

If you need help, please ask me.

[He doesn't intend to let Clear do it all, and anyway he's already taken care of the hard part. Adam is, of course, torn between his need to share this burden and his desire to not shove his hands into a corpse again. But it's fine. He can do this.]

It's okay. It'll be... easy.

[It won't be easy, but at least now he can reach the heart. He breathes through his nose, kneeling over the corpse and leaning in, letter opener in one hand. It takes some effort to saw through the arteries, cut the heart free, but he's determined.

It's messy, and his hands end up covered in blood, but he gets the heart out.]

You did it!

[Clear is happy that it's finally over. He goes over to Adam and watches him expectedly for him to complete the final step.]

I think we did a good job. Please continue!

[Well, there isn't really much else he can do. At least it's almost over. Adam stands and takes the heart to the pedestal, setting it down. Moments later, the door clicks open, and they're free. Adam's shoulders relax. He'd been worried that it might not work.]

Let's get out of here before we get locked in again.

[Clear perks up considerably when the door clicks open to their freedom. The boy doesn't have to tell him twice and Clear flings the door open and flings himself out of the room.]

Yaaaay! We are free! This is so wonderful!

[He stretches his arms out and spins around in a circle. He is so overjoyed, that he grabs Adam's hands and starts spinning him around too. But only for a moment.]

We should introduce ourselves after a task that one can make a strong bond out of.

I am Clear! Even though the situation is a strange one, I am glad to meet you. I am very impressed with the way you handled everything.

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