dankmemes | 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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Ronan nodded shortly to prove that he at least recognized that the Gray Man approved of the deal he'd offered. Although they weren't likely to get along or even remotely tolerate one another (admittedly, this came more from Ronan's side than it did the Gray Man's- a grudge was a terrible thing to let go to waste, after all), Ronan had difficulty arguing the fact that two people were better than one down here, particularly when one of those two people is a hit man.

Sure, Gray could've stabbed him in the back, finished off the Lynch family for good, brought everything back full circle, but Ronan doubted it. Despite his coldness, he was well aware of the fact that Niall Lynch had been a name and an assignment, nothing more. It didn't take the hurt away. It didn't do anything but make him wonder how many other worlds this man had destroyed, with no guilt and no awareness. It also meant that Ronan knew that Gray had no reason to kill him at this point in time. So that was- something, anyway.

"You're not in fucking Kansas anymore," he finally murmured, kicking a little at a stone on the ground. It clattered down the hall, too loud, but Ronan paid it no mind. "You've had to figure that out by now. It's a murderous shitfest here but nobody can leave, and now you're stuck in Torturetown too, so- you know, that's a bright side."

Test Drive Meme #8

no worries at all! new canon does that c: