test drive meme #13

[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 September 24th, and apps are open October 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: DON'T LOOK AT ME
[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 hop right on you and chow down. This time, the Door has brought in several Boos, from the Mario video game series.

These monsters can be menacing, but are also incredibly shy. When looking directly at them, they will cover their faces and fade into the background- however, when turning away from them, they advance on you until they're in the perfect spot to take a nice big bite. The only way to defeat them is to escape this part of the level- that is, run madly away and try to keep up eye contact while you do so. They may look cartoonish, but those ghost teeth can be sharp!]

SCENARIO TWO: YOU'VE GOT RED ON YOU
[Hadriel is home to many things- temples, irate gods, angry citizens and... well, zombies, apparently. Beware as they start to walk/stagger/generally kind of shuffle around the streets of the city, since where there's one or two, there's usually a hundred more just waiting for the right moment to strike.

Zombies attack Hadriel by the dozen for this prompt, and nowhere in the city is technically safe from them! While they're not necessarily fast or intelligent, they have an advantage on you in that they have a lot more friends and they can't feel pain. So saddle up, bunker down, and try to survive the infestation!

This is a mini version of our Dead Men Walking event this month!]

R A G E

SCENARIO THREE: CAPTURE THE FLAG
[Hey, what's Hadriel without a few mind-numbingly stupid games to forget the fact that you're in a murdercave that routinely tries to scare the crap out of you while also maybe killing you every once in awhile? You're not quite sure who came up with this particular mind-numbingly stupid game, but you seem to be playing, so get your running shoes on and grab that inhaler!

This is a game of Capture the Flag, and thanks to Rage, you're really starting to feel that competitive spirit. You're going to win- you have to. So what if you incur a few fouls along the way?

There's a red team and a blue team for this prompt, with both teams trying to protect their corresponding flags. Try to strategize to take the other team's precious flag, chase someone from the opposing team down, or just go all out and full body tackle that poor guy who got a little too close to your territory- it's all on you!]

Comments

[becomeone]

"Our doctor always tells me that feeling like we're being a bit wasteful with resources so people don't get worse and then require lots more is a good way of action." There is no strong emphasis on this, it's more like telling an anecdote. "Either way having someone who's a specialist in the field assess it would feel more reasonable if there is such a thing as a staffed clinic."

She makes a face and the last words, that settles into a nervous frown as she peers up to the roof.

"We are trapped underground? ...How long have you been here?"

[mismanagement]

That's an odd thing to say to a stranger. Has she been in a situation like this before? Maketh rubs her face briefly. "Longer than I'd care for. Would you like me to look at your wound now, or wait until we get to the clinic?"

[becomeone]

"...I'll assume the people at this clinic have been underground as long as you?"

Her expression shifts to resigned and she takes a step, trying to measure how far she will still be able to go now that the adrenaline rush is making way for pure dread.

"I would prefer to go there."

[mismanagement]

"Some longer, a few less."

Maketh nods just once. "All right. This way."

[becomeone]

She follows Maketh, mulling over what she has learned so far.

"If there is no way out, how do you eat?"

From all she knows plants needs sunlight to grow, and sunlight can only be found above ground.

[mismanagement]

Food is provided. We grow some. The rest--arrives.

[That doesn't make it safe.]

You've seen the monsters. There are others. They come and go.

[becomeone]

...Provided and arrives. Who just provides food?

[No. 7 would blow a figurative gasket if they heard about food being provided for free.]

[mismanagement]

The ones in charge.

[It's probably to soon to call them gods. Not everyone takes that well.]

It's inconvenient if we die.

[becomeone]

...Why?

What's it to them?

[Yeah, this is definitely suspicious. Trapping them underground and keeping them alive. ...Assuming this woman says the truth but for the moment Jenny will just roll with it.]

[mismanagement]

They get hungry too. [Maketh glances back.] They eat emotion. If we're dead, there's no point.

[becomeone]

[...]

How do they feed off our emotions?

[She has the terrible imaginary of some creature grabbing her and sucking on her head. ...Hopefully that's just overactive imagination, but. Ew. Also it makes her want to punch that thing.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh shrugs.] The exact process is unclear. Nonetheless, it happens. And we cannot leave.

[becomeone]

So nobody has actually witnessed it yet?

[mismanagement]

Not the actual...feeding. But what provokes it, yes. [Maketh sighs.] We were made to relive our nightmares. Been buried alive. The like.

[becomeone]

...What the fuck.

[There really is no other appropriate reaction.

She rubs her head and winces.

That was her bad arm that she just raised.]