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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 001 )
Test Drive Meme #1
Hello, and welcome to our very first test drive! 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 July 17th and that Applications will open on July 24th, in preparation for the game’s official opening on August 3rd!
But first, two important notes!
Remember that Reserves will open on July 17th and that Applications will open on July 24th, in preparation for the game’s official opening on August 3rd!
1. The island of Mu 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.
Shipwrecked
The white sand of the beach ridges the island’s edge, even if the clear water soon becomes murky the further out you look across the horizon until the turquoise gleam of the tide disappears in a coil of surrounding fog. Indeed, your best prospects may very well be to strike out among the trees or the crags looming out over the foam-capped waves. There’s lumber to be found and made from the palm-like trees, potentially fruit or edible tubers of some kind if you forage about some. The further you travel, however, the more of your surroundings will reveal themselves in a steady unspooling of curiosities.
One corner of Mu’s current construct drops away into a sheer cliff, initially too dangerous to brave for all but the more daredevilish, but if one starts to scan the sharp rocks below, you might catch sight of what appears to be sodden planks of wood - a wreckage tossed up against the rocks. And a little further...a bobbing, shattered wreck of a lifeboat’s remains, potentially bearing supplies that might yet be salvageable.
Fashion what you can from the wood and stone around you or scavenge from the ruin of the land, if you like. But you can’t simply stand around and wait forever. It’s going to get dark sometime - and if a creature of unknown terror doesn’t catch you, the elements surely will.
Storytime
There’s a sense of camaraderie in this cove, you think. As the sun hangs low over the horizon, the world cast into orange hues, long shadows dispersed by roaring fires that dot across the beach.
That’s right, folks: it’s storytime.
There’s no one to preside over this meeting of the minds in Mu. Call it a vague recreation of things to come, if you like, some vaguely fatidic dreamlike state where you may find yourself drawn to the heat and company that awaits you by the fire. And from there, compelled to default to that old instinct that most of intelligent civilization has revered since they were advanced enough to paint geometric shapes on cave walls.
You tell a story.
Perhaps it’s a tragedy, a tale of woe and of personal loss. Perhaps it’s the sort of thing you’d break out after a few rounds of your alcoholic beverage of choice, clapping hands to your knees as you try to bite back your mirth long enough to spill the punchline. Perhaps it’s an adventure of some sort, some unbelievable rendition of your past exploits. The only common thread to be had, as those gathered around the fire share their tales, is the fundamental rule of a ritualistic sharing of stories such as this: its truth.
But how one chooses to define "truth" is, in its own way, another story entirely...
Dance, Sucker, Dance!
The beat of your heart in your chest is difficult to ignore. It judders with a pulsing, rhythmic quality. If you’re one of those that lacks a heart, the beat is still omnipresent and all-encompassing, until your entire body is unwittingly bobbing in time to a metronomic tune that seems ingrained into your very soul. It’s inescapable. You can’t seem to move unless it’s in time to the rhythm that’s now singing in every atom of your being.
But rest assured, you’re not alone in this musical curse. Everything, from the swaying trees to the waves against the beach, jumps in time to the music. And so do the monsters approaching you, that - wait a minute.
Monsters?
Oh, yes. Did we mention those?
It seems you’ve encountered the wrath of the Boogieman, who curses you to only dance to his infernal beat. If you wish to best him, you’ll have to either evade or destroy the blobs of greenish slime that serve as his minions, all in time to the hard beat of the tune in your head. Clear the radius of his curse or risk an open confrontation, if you dare. Don’t worry if you look foolish; chances are anyone else caught in the Boogieman’s thrall feels just the same.
Mu isn’t pulling any punches to start with. It is a flighty creation, after all, and seems to revel in displacing people into new and uncomfortable situations.
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
lessons on what not to do
She's pretty sure if there was one positive thing here it was that she didn't have her reputation as an ice queen. Welllp.
Jaune, you are the thorn in her side. The impending headache she can't escape. ]
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[Jaune waves a dismissive hand at her facepalming. He looks at her expectantly, with so much hope, biting his lower lip and venturing with his question.]
So, what did you think? I can make one just about you.
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[ She gestures to a lone rock cropped out of the sand about 30 feet away. Just far enough that he could watch everyone else have fun if he was stuck there. She doesn't know how yet, but if he starts singing to her, she'll make it happen. ]
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You know what Weiss
That's not very nice
And I say that as your friend
But when it comes to musical talent I know we all tend
To prefer you yes it's true
I might not be much of a singer
But we share a special bond
And I can guitar with my...fingers
A song about you can't be wrong
I've dug my grave and gone on too long
So while I improvise to all eyes
I hope you can forgive
Sending your friend to a rock is no way to make them live!
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I'm going to ignore you for the next three days if you don't go sit on the rock.
[ 20 minutes of sadness or three days? Your move, Jaune. ]
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Who decided you were-- I guess, queen of wherever it is we are?
[Maybe he says it because he knows it bothers her. Or maybe it's bad word choice. It's probably both; he's on edge too and this isn't how he imagined reuniting with Weiss. Part of him didn't even think he would. Rolling his eyes once, he hangs his head, he walks off sullenly.]
The first one wasn't even about you.
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[ she crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes and stepping closer to him, following him to make sure he goes all the way to the rock and sits properly.
Normally, she might have just let him go off on his own. But after everything, she wanted to make sure the area was safe before banishing him to it. As much as this has started off irritatingly, he was still her friend- even if she wouldn't share such a fact. ]
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[He waves a hand dismissively, shoulders tense, stalking off the rest of the way. Sitting against the rock, he folds his arms, more on edge now and paying attention to his surroundings. Just because they haven't seen any Grimm yet doesn't mean there aren't any.]
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It's probably not hard to notice that she's not going back and just trying to keep a fair distance to let him know he's still being punished, but he's not alone. ]