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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 )
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Ignis doesn't look too worried about his precarious situation--newly blinded, terrible wounds just barely healed by who or whatever brought him here. He almost looks to be waiting for someone. Maybe he's not as alone as he seems. That would explain why he doesn't look more worried than he is at least.
As Laurent and his four-footed companion draw closer, Ignis' brow furrows--the action almost lost behind dark sunglasses and fresh scars. Fortunately, his tilted head is easier to see.]
Do I hear an animal walking with you?
[The steps are muffled by the sand, but that is definitely four feet he hears and not two. The gait is also decidedly not human.]
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Laurent doesn't like this interest in his animal.
But on second thoughts this scene has some interesting things for him too- the strange man’s reference to hearing brings the blonde’s attention to the head tilted at an odd angle, not even looking straight at them. At this distance, not spotting and recognising something the size of a horse is impossible.
Looks like there's some scarring above one of the man’s eyes…. the glasses block out the rest.
Vision problems, hm?
Still, he wasn't born yesterday in a backwater town populated by Wraiths. Would he distrust a blind man? Absolutely.]
Yes. What do you want with my tiger?
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If you're going to make up an animal name, you should do better than that. By the Six, be a little creative. The name should describe the creature. Something like 'Creme Brulee.' At least that tells me we're talking about a Flan.
[Really, what kind of name is 'tiger?' It tells him absolutely nothing.]
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Laurent himself has never heard of a flan.
Sure, Nyoi-Cho was a lot to get used to, but last he checked dogs were dogs and horses were horses. A lot less commonplace, sure, but they were there in the picture-books and so were tigers. He's dealing with someone with completely different fauna here, and even with his intellect he's having trouble processing this.
He'll tell Ignis that his horse is poisonous if the man tries anything. And what the hell is a Flan?]
A tiger is a type of animal, but alright. Hello, this is my pack animal, her name is Four-Legs-Eats-Grass.
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To answer your previous question, I was merely curious. You are the first person I've run into who arrived with an animal companion, and as I can do little else right now but wait for my friend to return, I thought I would indulge my curiosity.
My name is Ignis Scientia. May I ask the name of Four-Legs-Eats-Grass' brave companion?
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As suspicious as he is of this place, he needs help to survive. Mr. Ignis will have to do for now. The man’s name means ‘fire’ if Laurent remembers his languages right, and he's going to take that as a sign because guess who can't start one to save his life.]
Laurent.
[He’s tempted to give his fake name to match his horse, but Ignis will accept it and he will end up Charls forever.]
Where did your friend go off to?
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A pleasure, Laurent. This area is apparently littered with wrecked ships. My friend is seeing if there are any supplies we can liberate from them. Our world was not the safest after dark, so securing shelter and possibly some food is our main goal. We have no way of knowing if this world is like our own once darkness falls, and I would rather not take any unnecessary risks.
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Laurent looks beyond the man at the husks of wrecked boats scattered on the sand. Yes, apparently.]
There isn't much in the ones you're facing.
[He’s been through them. Though, he's not the most experienced scavenger.]
Where will you be off to after your friend returns?
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Yes, my friend was heading farther inland for that very reason. We both hope there may still be wrecks that haven't been picked over as badly. Where we go next will depend on what he finds and if he runs into anyone else. Farther down the beach is a likely target, and perhaps, farther inland as well. It will help a great deal if we can find some kind of naturally formed shelter.
This is also going to impact where we go.
[He taps the snowmobile he's leaning against with one hand.]
It's not meant to travel over sand and it damaged by water so it won't run. Still, we can't just leave it behind. If nothing else, the parts are too valuable.