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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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Eeeeeh???
Are you- questioning his guitar skills, sir? Some of the only skills he has? His only skill? His only reasonably semi-realistic skill, of which he is very proud of?
Karamatsu looks over at him slowly, and
Twang.]
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For someone who's usually very good at running his mouth, Karamatsu is still uncharacteristically silent. Nor is he running away because-- truth be told it's not like Newt has a terrifying physique or anything. It's like if the leader of the chess club tried to shush him in the library back in high school. That is to say, not intimidating.
So he's going to try and absolutely fuckin fail to strum. some. more.
Problem? Buraza?]
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Now, any normal adult with actual maturity and self control would simply walk away, probably. Unfortunately, the person who happens to usually act as a buffer to divert Newt's temper and keep him out of (relative) trouble is not here. That person also usually 90% of Newt's impulse control, so, well...though while what Newt should do is walk away, instead, he's shoving himself to his feet, hands curled, teeth grit]
Dude, seriously? What about 'cut that shit out' do you not understand?! [his voice is a screeching crack, and honestly not that intimidating. Good try though, Newt.]
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Adjusting his glasses, Karamatsu lets out a short 'heh'- because he's absolutely the mature one in this situation. Totally not riling Newt up on purpose (is anyone looking can anyone see how cool and mysterious he is).]
One mustn't listen to music with their ears, but with their heart.
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That is the biggest--[....] ...okay SECOND biggest crock of shit I've ever heard in my life. That's an excuse to not actually be a good musician.
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But then he's too busy being scornful. A soft tch, as he looks off into the distance.
...The might actually be sparkles? There's probably some sparkles. Newt brought this upon himself.]
A musician must face many critics before he can attain true glory. From the rubble of those jealous of his skills, he will become a diamond...
[Yeah.]
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my
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...holy shit. You are, aren't you? [Newt's hands go to his hips then, something like a sneer curling his upper lip] You are absolutely one of those douchebags who carry around a guitar to impress people and don't actually know how to play it or take care of it. You are literally going to ruin that poor waterlogged guitar for your own ego.
[which is about the time he starts walking towards Karamatsu with something like determination] If you're not gonna take care of it, then I will.
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[BACK OFF CHUMP THIS IS HIS??? Springing up, Karamatsu's quick to stagger back, hugging the guitar close to his chest.]
What kind of shitty thief are you?! You see a dehumidifier around here?! I'm trying to dry it out by the fire, moron!
[But he's more than happy to run if you even THINK ABOUT LAYING A FINGER ON IT?!]
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But only half a second.
Then he's right back on his trajectory towards that guitar] If you were trying to do that, why the hell did you leave the strings on it?! You're gonna warp the wood, especially if you don't have a dehumidifier! [HE SURE IS GOING TO LUNGE FOR THAT GUITAR ONCE HE'S IN RANGE THO]
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[FUCK OFF IT'S FINE? Plus how is he supposed to enjoy some dulcet tunes without the strings on- he has you beat on logic, you prick!
And for all the good Newt's little feint attack is going to do, Karamatsu is one step ahead. He has six brothers asshole you really THOUGHT]
You're just going to damage it more!
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Why the hell would you try and tune it while it's wet?! [squawked because what the hell]
And there's no way I'm going to damage it more than you already are by keeping the strings on! Are you trying to make the wood warp more than it already is?! [YEP TIME FOR ANOTHER PASS AT GRABBING THAT GUITAR]
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[...Quite a bit apparently, but EVEN SO, NOT YOURS, GUY. The awkward dance continues, with Karamatsu literally holding the guitar up over his head.]
Tch... didn't anyone tell you? Jealousy is unbecoming. Maybe I'll let you have a turn- someday.
[But not today, you rude fuck.]
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[but he jerks upright, scowling] I'm not jealous, I'm just trying to save that poor guitar you're ruining! [he straightens, hands spreading wide]
But fine, sure, destroy the only instrument you're gonna see for however long you're stuck in this world because of your own ignorance and douchebaggery! At least it's not my guitar you're murdering!
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[Your the very poser you're accusing yourself of being, Newt. Shame. Shame.]
People like you- always looking to spoil another's good fortune... I have no time for you.
[You just got rejected by a NEET, Newt. How do you feel. Slowly lowering his guitar down, Karamatsu stares him straight in the eye as he thumbs the strings gently, and then-
TWANG.]
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Fuck you, dude, don't come crying when you've destroyed that poor instrument beyond repair! [TURNING AND STORMING AWAY B Y E]