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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[He nods in response. Good a plan as any. His pace slows slightly, enough for Sans to have an easier time keeping up.]

I'm not smelling them in this direction. They mustn't be moving far from the caves.

[If everyone's apparently crowding around those areas, why would they need to? All the food they could try to catch is right there.]

Gotta pretty good nose on you, huh?

[Shoulda figured. But he likes getting confirmation from a reliable source. i.e., Bigby himself. He shoots a look over his shoulder as he follows Bigby at a pace that can be best described as a brisk walk, even if his posture is one more suited for a leisurely stroll.]

Best in the business. But I can't exactly turn it off. [He waves the cigarette, leaving a brief silky smoke trail in the air before it goes back in his mouth.] Part of why I go through these so fast. Next best thing.

[Yep, next best thing to no sense of smell is smothering it with the shittiest cigarettes small change can buy. He's clearly a winner there.]

Don't you think you might wanna keep your nose a little open, given the, uh, circumstances?

[He doesn't wanna sound worried. But, uh...he's a little worried. Sans can handle himself in a pinch, but he'd really rather not have to. There's a difference in being able to do something and being forced into it because there's no other choice.]

Wouldn't matter either way. There's no breeze in here, so the air's stagnant. Whenever I'm smelling their poison they're either on top of us or dead.

[But in respect of Sans's nervousness, he does huff one last puff and flick the half-spent cigarette ahead of him to crush under his stride. He looks around again, and jerks a thumb at one rotfiend that's wandered into view, well out of earshot and yet to notice them.]

But they're not smart. We'll probably spot them before they get anywhere near us.

[But then again, it is his luck they're banking on for that.]

If you say so.

[He's fine being reliant on someone else for protection, even if he's got a few tricks up his sleeve that'd do in a pinch. He eyes the rotfiend and rambles along, oblivious to the presence of some very tasty potential victims.]

Don't know why they think I got meat on these bones.

[He winks.]

You wouldn't know it with the jacket on.

[That snark escaped a bit quickly, but seriously. How the hell does Sans have a belly in those clothes? Shouldn't he look like a coathanger?]

[There's no telling how a skeleton can be as chubby as Sans apparently is. Magic? Science? Smuggling half a dozen cats in his ribcage? Who can tell?

Sans laughs, a deep, amused chuckle.]

What can I say? I'm big-boned.

Well, I can safely say that I've never met someone quite like you before. In any respect.

[Everyone he knows is an asshole. Also, fleshy.]

Don't see a lotta skeletons where you are?

[Hey, that's all right. Most skeletons like to keep to themselves. Awfully shy about it, hiding in people's skin and stuff. It's a real good time.]

Humans are pretty rare where I come from. Or, uh - people who look human, anyway.

Test Drive Meme #8

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