dankmemes | Test Drive Meme #9

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 May 24th, and apps are open June 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:
I'VE SEEN ENOUGH HENTAI TO KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING
[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 malboro, from the Final Fantasy video game series.

These plant-like monsters are essentially comprised of long, tentacle-esque stalks- sometimes with eyes on the ends- and large, gaping mouths. Their breath can be poisonous and literally make you sick to your stomach, and- just your luck- they're carnivorous. Happy hunting!]

C O M B I N A T I O N

SCENARIO TWO: DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME
[You're so tired- at least you've got a reasonably safe place to rest your head at while you recuperate, right? After all, nothing can go wrong when you're asleep.

Aaand that's where you're mistaken. For this event, all characters who fall asleep will either be Hosts or Visitors in their, or someone else's dreams. All dreams are inflicted by one of the four gods (Hope, Delight, Rage, or Fear), and will have their presence influencing the events within your dreams in order to harvest their desired emotion from you.

The sky is essentially the limit, so long as your dreams correspond with one of the four gods. Happy sleeping!

This is a mini version of our Dreamwalker event this month!]

D E L I G H T

SCENARIO THREE: JUST SAY NO
[On your kitchen table the next morning is a blue pill. Just the one pill, along with a glass of what seems to be water. There's a note in elegant script next to the pill that merely says 'TAKE ME'.

If taken, the pill can have a variety of effects. You can hallucinate, you can get uncontrollable giggles, you can feel drunk, you can feel like colors all have textures and shapes and the world is looking at you through a kaleidoscope! The drug can have whatever effect the player desires, as long as it's pleasurable or fun.

So: do you take it? Can you hear someone who already took the drug, stumbling down the street? You, uh, might want to help them, and do be careful. There's no telling what kinds of monsters are still out there.]

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[ Arya doesn't argue with Gottlieb's pronunciation that words are lies. She agrees. Lies killed Lord Eddard Stark, and Lady, and so many others. Arya herself has been a lie -- first Arry, then Weasel, and a whole set of other false names. She learned how to spit lies from the kindly man and the waif, how to hear them, see them, feel them. The world runs on lies, and truly, what Arya has a hard time believing is that numbers are not a part of those lies, too.

Still. It's nice to maybe, possibly, be able to have a refuge from all that. ]

Then it is the men who lie, not the numbers. [ Arya stares at the false equation, then turns her gaze back to Gottlieb. ]

But you do the thinking, not the numbers. So how do you know which numbers to use? What if you use the wrong numbers, like the wrong words?

[ Gottlieb's explanation is starting to make less and less sense. "Beasts" sounds quite ominous, and Arya therefore needs to know more. ]

What is a breach?

[ A profound statement. Very much a child of Ranger Mori's stock. It gives him pause only because of the understanding that agreeing -- as he must -- jeopardizes numbers as well. ]

Indeed. Very good -- yes, that is precisely the trick, the challenge, the quest, so to speak.

Men lie. Superficially, numbers and words serve similar functions. Mathematics and numbers, equations, theories, formula -- they cannot escape words, either. For example,

[ Scratching out,

, then circling the R's, ]

R is Riemann's curvature, which you needn't worry about except for the necessity of symbols. Man must rely on them to interact with one another, with the world, to describe it -- just as we've decided these letters --

[ scratching "chalk" ]

represent this, [ holding the stick up ], the number 1 might represent the idea of a single stick of chalk. Yet, among other things, words, letters, are always arbitrary. It is wrong to say that what we know as grass is actually the sky, because we have decided that the word sky represents one thing and grass something else. In other languages, of course, they have different words for the same thing.

Numbers mathematical truths do not change from language to language. [ Well, with symbolic inconsistency -- the object that is grass is still that object -- regardless ] Words describe a simulation of reality, a way of understanding it, that we may change subject to -- subject to emotions and whims and politics. Numbers, though doomed to be inhibited by the limitations of man, describe, aim to describe reality as it is.

Unfortunately, as you say, men get it wrong, we use the wrong formulas, the wrong numbers. There are some who speculate that when we get it right, we do not actually think it up ourselves -- we discover it.

[ Oh, opportunity. He puffs up a bit. ]

Numbers -- Galileo, I should say, has the credit, said that mathematics is the language in which God wrote the universe. Numbers are as close as we can get to the handwriting of God. ...If we get it right, but we are ever limited by our tools and understanding. With new measurements come new things, but when we do understand... bridges, machines, words aren't what make it possible to navigate, to...

[ He sighs, taps his chin with the chalk, mutters, ] --ah, this has gotten rather more... philosophical than I'd intended, though it isn't inappropriate, really...

[ And, well, the breach.

Actually.

A useful connection. ]

The breach -- [ as it is a dream, her question confirms a suspicion that she is not of his world, yet though they should stand within it before all the rest happened, it doesn't confuse or stall him ] -- is essentially a wormhole, a portal between two worlds. Here -- speaking of machines made possible through maths --

[ Stooping to scoop up his cane, he hastens over to his holograph. Switching it on, he hooks up his cane and shoves his glasses onto his face. Reaching, he carefully pulls the throat of the breach down between the discs of their words. ]

To oversimplify, it opens up and out come the kaiju.

Test Drive Meme #9

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1/2 sry arya you got him started

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