Test Drive Meme #8

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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

General Hux • Star Wars: the Force Awakens

[firstorders]

RAGE
[Hux had not been here long enough to know to be wary of things that went bump in the night or that sometimes it’s denizens went a little crazy. He was from a place far more sterilized and controlled and in truth, outside of limited forays onto Starkiller Base in the past couple of years, had spent the large majority of his adulthood being posted from one Star Destroyer to another. Sometimes it felt like he’d spent half of his life in the artificial gravity of space and anything else just felt vaguely annoying and oppressive.

This place seemed to have just the standard sort of gravitational force but his chest still felt as though it was being compressed and his limbs felt heavy. Not for the first time did he find himself longing for his beloved Finalizer but instead of wandering its impeccably polished corridors, he’d instead found himself absconded somewhere else, somewhere strange and honestly…a little terrifying. This world was so primitive by his standards and yet none of his advanced technology had allowed him the chance to contact anyone from the Finalizer or the First Order.

The more he considered his current situation, the more angry and resentful he became at finding his life so rudely interrupted. Him, a General of the First Order reduced to this! It would have been laughable it hadn’t been so blasted insulting. A scowl began to pull at his brow and that…that was when Hux first spotted them.

He considered himself a civilized sort of person but the anger that had been curling up in the pit of his stomach blossomed into a rage he rarely reserved for the likes of Kylo Ren. He didn’t even know this poor bastard but now all he wanted to do was stab them right in the face with the vibroblade he always kept on his person. All thoughts of recriminations, of moral quandaries were gone and he was setting off on quiet booted footsteps after his query.]

HOPE

You know, the least they could have done was leave the kriffing alcohol in the bottle so I could at least drink myself into a stupor and forget about this whole nightmare for a while. [He muttered to himself as he eyed the empty bottle of brandy he’d received with that stupid scratch-off ticket.

Hux hadn’t believe for a minute that there would actually be a ‘free ticket home’ no matter what the cheerful looking card had said. It was just the kind of psychological terror tactics you’d expect out of a place like this.

And he was far too much of a cynic to believe their captors would release any of them without a fight. But finding himself faced with a completely empty bottle of Corellian brandy was just plain mean-spirited. Especially when all he really wanted (aside from a way home) was a kriffing drink.]

[Wildcard option: Choose your own Adventure!]