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Test Drive Meme #8
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 April 24th, and apps are open May 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: DEAD FLESH BUFFET
[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 lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to swarm around you and chow down. This time, the Door has brought in a group of rotfiends, from the video game The Witcher.
These unpleasant-looking creatures are necrophages, meaning they feed on the flesh of the dead, and if that flesh is in short supply they are happy to add to it. Normally found in groups, they are fast and difficult to corner. What's more, when on the verge of death, they have an annoying tendency to explode into a flammable cloud of poisonous toxins. You left your torch at home, right?]
R A G E
SCENARIO TWO: MMM WHATCHA SAY
[There you were, just walking along the street, minding your own business like a good underground hell-city citizen, when all of a sudden you saw someone. It was like love at first sight - if by 'love' you mean 'deep burning hatred'. You've never wanted to kill someone so much, and why? Well, you're not really sure, but there's probably a reason! You'll just have to figure it out. Or not. Who needs a reason for murder, anyway?
Or maybe you're the one someone else has targeted. Maybe you know they're after you and you're desperately trying to watch your back. Why do they hate you? You don't even know them. Or maybe you do, maybe they're your best friend. Either way, this is a super awkward situation, and someone might end up dead. Hopefully not you!
This is a mini version of our Assassin event this month!]
H O P E
SCENARIO THREE: SCRATCH OFF
[This morning, you received a scratch ticket in the mail (who knew Hadriel even had mail?), addressed to you. The instructions are clear enough - scratch off three matching icons, and you win a prize! Sure, okay. But here's the grand prize: a one-way ticket home.
Unfortunately, try as you might, you aren't gonna win that one, but keep hoping! And hey, just think of all the other GREAT PRIZES you could win: an inflatable duck, a plastic ring to give your sweetheart, an empty can of Red Bull, a cell phone charm shaped like a strange green creature with a boner.
So what if you didn't win that ticket home? You got something almost as good: a shitty prize! Thanks, Hope!]
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Lady, you're speaking my language. Where'd you have in mind?
[He's a bit worn out from all the snapping around he's been doing, but he can probably pull of one or two more good shortcuts. Roof's a good idea. He'd be annoyed he didn't think of it first if that particular emotion didn't require a whole lotta effort. Work of the moment to get there if he can. He'd offer to race, but...well, again. Effort.]
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[ She points to a particular roof based on intuition and an ingrained sense of defensive architecture, still smiling. Aradia is nothing if not calm and polite in the face of an oncoming horde of the undead, but honestly she's seen worse shit and on the bright side she's currently alive.
That will never stop being the best bright side ever. ]
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[Not a bad choice of cover. Well-fortified, even if his grasp of architecture is pretty basic. Sans tosses her a jaunty wink.]
Guess I'll be ceiling you there.
[Here we go. The next minute he's gone again as he slips on through the scant antispace and ends up on the indicated roof. He leans against a railing-type protrusion, pausing to catch himself. All those constant shortcuts in such a short time can really take the marrow out of you.]
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But it shouldn't take more than a few seconds for Aradia to alight on the roof, actually setting her feet down on the thing and everything. The red butterfly wings don't disappear for the time being, but she does have her hood down now. ]
Hi!!! I'm Aradia Megido, now that we have a moment or two for introductions. That was neat, with the teleporting!
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[He does manage to exude a pretty nonchalant air despite the sweat on his skull. He's been doing an awful lot of shortcutting today. Makes a skeleton worn down to the bone.
Ahh...hah, would be a real good time for a whoopee cushion. He doesn't have one, but he's got something else up his sleeve, so to speak. He holds out a hand in greeting.]
Sans the skeleton.
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[ where's her ba dum tish. and she guesses she will shake his hand? a little cautiously since that's not a huge alternian thing. ]
I've never met a skeleton before! I'm a troll, if we're giving out species.
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Troll, huh? Can't say I've met one of those before.
[The second their hands meet, there's a low squishing sound between their palms. Sans withdraws his hand and stares at the gelatinous red substance dripping out between his fingers. Based on the rich tomato-y smell, it's undeniably ketchup.]
Wow. Don't know your strength, huh?