Test Drive Meme #8

[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 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!]

Comments

[ingenii]

Looking to take a chance?

( She'd received one of the cards herself, and though Miranda had not immediately dismissed it she hadn't scratched it either. Being kidnapped just to have the option of being returned home? She didn't think that that prize was actually on the table, but maybe something could come from it - though how good would it be? )

[mobilityassistance]

I do not believe the risk is worth the potential "reward." [Really, is there anything worth it that could possibly come from a chance so glibly offered? Suspicion is almost the default state of being and at the moment she can't really believe that their mysterious captors would offer anything safe to them.]

Hello, Miranda.

[ingenii]

EDI.

( Though she'd seen EDI since the download getting used to this new body was still something. She wasn't just something in the Normandy now, not that Miranda could really put a descriptor to her )

I haven't found out what we're losing yet. Maybe it'll be your lucky day.

( They could always hope, right? Even if the odds of it were extremely low )

[mobilityassistance]

[It was an adjustment for everyone, really. Although she could understand why, it's still an inefficiency in organics that she can't quite grasp at the same time. A remote platform, after all, isn't her entire consciousness, if it could even be called that for an AI. Still she can't exactly blame Miranda--she hadn't been on the Normandy at the time.]

I hardly believe that any "gift" from our captors would lead to any positive result.

[ingenii]

It might not. They won’t give us freedom.

( Not so easily. No one ever won the top prize )

Knowing what they would do would help us figure them out – get our own escape.

[mobilityassistance]

Perhaps. Yet I fail to see how any relevant information would be worth the equivalent risk.