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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 003 )
Test Drive Meme #3
Hello, and welcome to LifeAftr! We’re pleased that you’re expressing an interest in the game. Here, you can test the waters, gauge how your character may fare in the world of LifeAftr, and even gain some in-game incentives, if you so choose.
Remember that Reserves will open on September 17th and that Applications will open on September 24th!
Two important notes:
Remember that Reserves will open on September 17th and that Applications will open on September 24th!
1. LifeAFtr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which exists apart from the real world and possesses a dream-like quality that characters are innately aware of from the moment they appear on its shores. No need to panic or fret. Dreams are odd things, after all - and anything can happen in them. Why would anyone question where their mind chooses to wander in its sleep?
2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but can be accepted as game canon as well. In fact, certain choices your character makes in Mu have the potential to bear in-game consequences, largely in the form of test drive reward items.
Don't Go into the Light
Night has fallen, so to speak - or the appearance of night has - and with it has come a curious phenomenon. All throughout the land of Mu, the odd flickering light has started to lick at your periphery. It looks almost like someone bearing a torch or a lantern, and if you listen hard enough, if you really squint...it almost feels like it must be someone familiar, calling you to their aid. Maybe it's a loved one, or a friend. Maybe it's just someone who's liable to spark your curiosity, or for those who are particularly tender of heart, the crying of a child in need of help.
Either way, it's undeniable: someone out there needs you. And the only solution is to follow the light until you find them, because surely that must be the origin of that voice and that disturbance, right..?
The island of Mu enjoys mimicking the dangers and pitfalls of LifeAftr, and your journey is liable to end in a variety of equally unpleasant ways if someone does not see fit to stop you and pull you free from your trance. Perils such as quicksand, drowning, walking off the edges of cliffs, or simply being led directly into the nest of some great predator, are more than abundant.
Better hope that someone finds you before they do.
No Swiping!
Enjoying your time on Mu? Succeeded in amassing some meager resources, retrieving some food or supplies?
Not for long you haven't!
Mu has done its best to mimic a creature found on the mainland, complete with all its annoying, scavenging tendencies. Slypers are almost foxlike in appearance, orange-red with a white-tipped tail and a long, triangular snout, and are notorious thieves. Anything that isn't bolted to the floor has the potential to be snatched should you turn your back for a second, thus rendering all your hard-earned work in hunting and gathering utterly pointless when your food or water ends up in a slyper's belly instead of your own.
They're not easy to trap or snare by any means, but if you're fast enough, you might be able to keep your belongings from being the crowning achievement in a dirty little thief's den.
Which might be easier said than done. On Mu, slypers work in packs.
What the Cluck!?
Someone on the island embarked on some well-advised exploration, but discovered, in the process, something decidedly less pleasant than what they were no doubt hoping to discover. And now Mu has taken the example of its more reality-based counterpart, and elected for devise a threat of its own, modeled after the threat in question.
The trees will tremble and the ground will shake. And drawing ever closer approaches...the fustercluck.
Initially, one might mistake the fustercluck as a hillock of some kind. A moving hillock. With talons and wings and fins and claws and teeth protruding out of it? Come to think of it, it's not a hillock at all.
(While the Fustercluck doesn't look anything like this, we still thought this gif was both topically relevant and too good not to include.)
It instead appears to be a vaguely gelatinous mass of appropriated limbs and body parts, tangled and gelled together. Thick with moss, grass, and accumulated body parts, this creature functions more or less like a katamari: propelling itself along, devouring and appropriating any living thing unfortunate enough to cross its path. Once ensnared by its many clawing, grabbing appendages, it will reel you into itself until you're thoroughly embedded in the mass, organs dissolved and digested, leaving nothing more than a collection of limbs that it will then use to carry itself across the island.
There is no known manner with which to destroy this creature. Only the foolish will engage; everyone else should run.
Though of course, on Mu, you could always try fighting it...
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
Jesse McCree | Overwatch
[Fishing is, perhaps, one of the most boring things Jesse's ever done in his life - and he's been on more international flights than he could count. At least with all of that globe trotting, there's been a purpose. A reason. A light at the end of the tunnel to make all the tedium and idleness worth it.
Fishing, not so much. He's managed to catch all of three fish today, which ain't gonna last. If resources weren't so scarce he'd just...just run around and hunt the real, proper way, but that's just not in the cards.
Of course, it seems like fishing might not be in the cards for much longer. He's not sure when he acquired an audience, and he's not sure he much appreciates it. Especially when said audience has today's catch in their muzzle, and is already booking it.]
Wh- hey!
[In the scramble to get up, the rest of the foxes (that look a little strange, but whatever, this island is weird) help themselves to the rest of his fish, and one of the scamps even takes his canteen.]
Get back here with that! Don't make me shoot you!
[Can...can foxes understand English? He's not sure. He's also not sure if he'll actually go through with that threat, but if the hours he spent end up truly wasted, well.
Who could blame him?]
what the--?
[There's quite a few things he's seen in his life. Omnics, cyborgs, talking gorillas (from the moon), super soldiers. All sorts of things that could generously be called abnormal by the standards of those that came before him.
A horrible, gelatinous collection of abstract body parts and terror is still horrifically out of his element. It's weirdly fascinating, this...thing. Atrocity. Abomination? He's not sure what you could call it.
Well. He's sure of several things you could call it, but he doesn't know the proper terminology for such a thing. Monster doesn't seem fitting enough, but it's definitely something alive.
He's a safe distance away, for the time being, simply watching the..thing's movements until it's time to head out. If anyone comes to join his little observation party, they get asked the same question:]
How d'you reckon something like that gets made? Think there's a mama or poppa?
so much swiping
The ork's eyes go beady as she channels her totem to tell her where to go. Her surroundings dim and brighten until all but the path the thief took is matte and dull. It only takes a few seconds to catch up to the little shit, and after a brief scuffle involving an acid bolt and a lot of swearing, she's sitting in a clearing with a canteen in her hands as a fox limps away with one less patch of fur on its flank.]
Score one to Gobbet, hell yeah!
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Still, it doesn't help that the foxes are wily and can cut through the trees much easier than he can - so when he comes across a clearing he's almost hoping it's the end. Maybe their den is nearby, or something? That would be a relief.
But there's no den. Instead, there's...a woman. A girl holding something awfully familiar.
His canteen.]
Pardon me, ma'am!
[He does his best to school his impression down from murderous to friendly. Nobody's going to tell the truth to someone who's visibly angry over having their stuff stolen by some dumb animals.]
Where'd you get a thing like that?
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She could be a good samaritan and return it. It's obviously his, if he's asking. But that would leave her down a canteen. And of course she went through all that trouble of stealing it from the fox...]
Uh...I found it?
[It's not a lie, really. Her fingers curl tighter around the canteen. A black rat pokes its head out from her dreadlocks and squeaks defensively.]
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[He has to give her some points for gumption. If he saw a fox run by with stolen goods he's not sure he'd be able to wrangle the prize free.
And then claim it was "found". Still, it's not quite the call out he could be.
The rat is also a surprise. A very cute, squeaky surprise that McCree blinks at dumbly.]
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You missed an epic battle in which I won this canteen through blood, sweat, and tears.
[She's trying to subtly angle her body away, readying to run off with it as soon as she's sure she's clear.]
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[The critical look is returned - it's a rough life out there, and it's blatantly obvious she wants to run away.
She doesn't want him to know she's planning on bolting, but the amount of times being observant has been beaten into him, it's hard to not notice those subtle changes.]
You wouldn't have happened to see any of that fox's pals, would'y've?
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[The rats further give away her intentions by retreating into the folds of her clothes to anchor themselves against the upcoming run. She's pretty sure he's caught wise to her plans, though, and the thought crosses her mind that this is a bad idea. Gobbet was fairly certain she could outrun him, but not outfight him.]
I think I saw some over that way. [She flicks her hand dismissively in a direction she isn't facing.] I'll check it out for you, if you want. You look a little worn out.
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[He rests his thumbs in his belt loops, leaning his weight back on his heels. The picture of calm and casual. (A very pretty one. Not that he's egotistical or anything. Totally not.)]
You can just say you wanna make out with your prize and are tryin' to pull the wool over my eyes. Ain't gonna make me mad.
[Which is the truth, really. He's not going to be happy to lose his canteen, but he could always scrounge up another one. Watching her be so suspicious and trying to play like a big kid is just too funny to really piss him off.]
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[She tries to pull a pout but breaks out into a smile instead. His genuine response earns her respect and she angles her body back towards him. Madness pokes his head out and looks between Gobbet and McCree as if trying to judge whether he's friend or foe.]
It is a nice canteen and I did technically win it in battle, but...[She tosses the canteen to him abruptly, a wry smile forming on her lips.] I'll be the good Samaritan today and you'll owe me one for not stealing your shit tomorrow.
[It really shouldn't come as a surprise that she expects a favor for not stealing someone's property. It's just the rules of the shadows, McCree.]
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[Cowboy? Not the first time he's been called that, but it still gets a chuckle out of him.]
I 'preciate your kindness, miss. [He manages to snag the canteen out of the air, before slotting it onto his belt. It's all very smooth, and he hopes it makes him look cool.] Y'could make a killing takin' things back from those foxes, if you're of the mind to start enterprisin'. Won't even need to worry about who you're s'posed to steer clear of 'fore your favors run out.
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And for the record, the smooth catch does make him look cool in Gobbet's eyes.]
Actually, that's not too far off from what I do for a living anyway. Less getting shot at out here, though. [She stretches and yawns.] Is that all they took? Your canteen?
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A regular ol' Robin Hood type, ain'tcha? [Though he gets the feeling that's not what she means, not exactly. Still, it's not like he can judge. Besides, stealing is one of the better crimes - and one of the most necessary, sometimes.] And it ain't like many folks here're lucky enough to have guns on 'em. It's a real shame.
[Of course, McCree is not one of those folks - but if he didn't keep his gun in its holster at all times he doesn't doubt those foxes would've made him one.]
An' unfortunately no. Was doin' some fishin' when they snuck up on me, and I'll give you three guesses over what else they managed to get away with.
[First two don't count/]
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[Gobbet hadn't arrived with her SMG, but she routinely wished she had. It felt weird not having a weapon on her person. Of course she could always throw acid bolts and summon spirits to help her out, but neither of those things were quite as potent as bullets.
She wrinkles her nose at the thought of fishing.]
Fishing takes way too long. I'll do you a second solid and tell you there's some coconut trees down the shore a little ways. If you can get them down I can crack them open for you, Cowboy.
what the
A better question is how to bring it down.