test drive meme #11

[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 July 25th, and apps are open August 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: WORKING TITLE
[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 few Working Joes, from the Alien: Isolation video game series.

Once simply androids meant for mundane jobs, working Joes have had their programming altered to isolate and eliminate threats onboard their ship- which they now believe to be Hadriel. Super strong, yet slow and plodding, an android may ask you for identification before throttling you when you don't have the right answer. They are quite sturdy and difficult to destroy without the right tools. Have fun!]


H O P E

SCENARIO TWO: BEAUTIFICATION DUTY
[The city has always looked a little drab, but now with some tools from Hope, it's up to you guys to spruce it up a bit! Your character will find themselves in a shop filled with various paints, home improvement tools, window stickers, streamers, and various other items and tools used to improve the appearance of the neighborhood.

You're encouraged to add your own little flair to the project in order to improve living standards and make Hope the happiest god in the pantheon. So, what will you do? Paint a mural? Sweep up some rubble? Install a skylight! The cave is your oyster.

This is a mini version of our Extinction v2 event this month!]


S O R R O W

SCENARIO THREE: CRY ME A RIVER
[When you wake up in the morning, something feels... off. It feels like you just watched 20 ASPCA commercials in a row and then topped it all off with the first ten minutes of Up. You're beaten down, depressed, upset by all the horrific acts and trauma in the world, and it's enough to make you want to cry.

Turn on the waterworks, because Hadriel is about to have a shortage of tissues and everyone's getting dehydrated. You might run into your neighbor crying while you're scavenging for food, or you might just find that one whole asshole in the entire movie who isn't affected.

Either way, it's time to get some hugs, some kleenex, and maybe a little bit of chocolate. Happy... crying?]

Comments

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle had come to the Colosseum in a rare moment of what he'd later call insanity: he'd thought, perhaps, he could be of some use to those who were escaping the monsters that were drawn in through the Door. There could be injured among them, people wounded, dying. He could mend them and send them on their way. Less work at the clinic meant Kate might stop banging on his door at all hours of the night, too.

But he realizes as four terrifying, glowing-eyed, blue-skinned constructs circle around him that he's bitten off more than he can chew. There don't seem to be any wounded here; only soulless automatons bent on ripping him apart. Should he have brought a weapon? He should have brought a weapon.

Thankfully, someone else did. The electric blast that fries the four constructs misses Carlisle, his crouched, cowering position near the wall, combined with the mob of mechanical humanoids blocking him, having been enough to shield him from the voltage. In good news, the blue men collapse, even more lifeless than they had been when they were coming toward him, telling him not to be hysterical as they instilled the worst kind of panic in him. In bad news, he's still in the Colosseum, and there are more constructs around.

Carlisle spots his savior and, figuring he must be a mage of some sort to command that kind of magic, decides he's his best bet on getting out of this predicament alive. Scrambling to his feet, he darts his way.]

Goodness, a sorcerer! Or an elementalist, or whatever you wizardly types prefer to go by these days. I'm grateful to see you, regardless of the name.

[terminalbanchou]

I am not magic. I am a machine.

[ Please. He's a being of logic and metal, data, rationale. Not... hand-wavey "magic" stuff. He hates how he could never process that in a way that made sense to him. Still, his tone and expression is completely flat, deadpan, and stiff. ]

[tongueamok]

[Oh, hello red, glowing eyes. Carlisle freezes on the spot, stiffening, his eyes trailing to this stranger's odd, metal hands.]

I'm sorry, you're a what?

[terminalbanchou]

[ Machine holds up a robot arm he removed from one of the rogue bots. ]

A machine. Like these. Not magical.

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle cringes. A construct's arm or not, the fact it's disembodied is grisly.]

All right, all right! I understand. I mean, I don't, because you don't look like these lads, but you can put the arm down!