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!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Blue is not a warrior, despite her many attempts to hide the fact. She wasn't trained with swords or blades, but she carries a sword from the armory every time she goes out alone and a pink switchblade in her hand. She is not a warrior, but she'll be damned if she gets taken out by a monster without at least trying.

Several monsters, though?

It's rare to have so many within the city. She would have dodged it, should have been looking for it, but she walks straight into the bloodbath. At least it's the monsters' blood that's being shed. The bodies are everywhere, the creatures nearly all disposed of when she rounds the corner. At least she grips her sword tighter, defensively. Even as one of the creatures veers for her.

She's more than a little grateful Geralt deals with it, though. She cringes away as he kills the thing. She'll stab and fight and kill to survive, but that doesn't make the rotfiend's death any easier to stomach. Especially at the smell.

Her nose crinkled (absolutely lovely way to meet someone) she looks up at Geralt and nods affirmatively, loosening her grip on the sword. "It didn't even touch me.

Thanks for that, by the way."

Geralt nods in acknowledgement of the thanks, yellow cat-eyes taking in the woman as he quickly wipes off the blood on his blade and sheathes it again at his back, next to the steel sword. "Good. Rotfiends are quick. They'll catch up to a rider on a horse, easy. Shouldn't be more of them anywhere too near us, though."

The stench of the fiend corpses is too overpowering where they stand to sniff out any live ones possibly prowling about in the near vicinity, but his enhanced hearing is still sharp as ever.

"You know how to use that?" he wonders her after a moment, nodding at the sword Blue's still clutching in her grip.

Test Drive Meme #8

GERAAAAAAAALT!! - also fear!

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