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

[olivacea]

[ He doesn't know what he expected. ]

I take it their biology is a mystery. [ Thanks, world. That's wonderfully helpful. ]

[mismanagement]

Some more than others. [Maketh ducks around a pile of rubble, then points at the nearest Spire.] These buildings have been checked. And the doors have proper locks. Sometimes...well. The gods get hungry. I suppose I ought to explain that part. Come inside?

[olivacea]

[ That's good to know. Harold breathes a sigh of relief that they're there, but he doesn't unwind just yet.

The gods get hungry...? ] Yes. Thank you. [ And inside they go! ]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh checks the hall briefly before turning back to Harold.] I live in that one -- [she points] -- so remember that, if you need anything. Most of these are empty. Fortunately, the locks are strong.

[olivacea]

[ He nods. ] It appears that way. [ He spends a few moments peering at the doors in the hall, inspecting them. ]

I am most grateful for your assistance, Miss Tua.

[ Oh, and: ] If you happen to spot a tall, suited man who is incredibly skilled in combat, please direct him to me. [ Door selected. Let's hope it's empty! ]

[mismanagement]

We protect our own. [Or at least Maketh is trying to. She pauses.] I'm afraid that describes more than a few people here. Could you be more specific?

[Perhaps not the suited aspect, but most everyone has changed clothes by now.]