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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 )
Dance, Sucker, Dance!
Hey!
Who the heck is the Captain?! ...Wait, you're a fighter, aren't you? We shouldn't be wasting our time with these lousy slimes! We need to defeat whoever's controlling them!
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[Not the time, not the place! Explain later!]
I mean, ah... I only just started fighting for real a day ago... B-But I can do it, I know I can! ... But for some reason, I can't stop dancing!
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[ This was embarrassing. Everything about this situation was embarrassing. ]
I bet if we take out the one in charge, it'll all stop and these slimes will go back to their usual... sliming.
Look, I'll buy you some time, so can you look around? There should be some kinda pattern to the slimes' movements!
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I'll do my best! I won't let you down... The big boss can't be too far away!
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[ Marcille began to chant, lifting her staff over her head. An explosion blew away several of the slimes at once, filling the air with the distinct scent of ozone.
Hopefully, Mickey was as good as his word, because she'd be attracting a lot of attention to herself. ]
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I see somethin', over here!
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[ What judginess. This was clearly a mage who was 100% A-OK judging people by their covers. ]
But how the heck are we going to get over there? Ugh, if we had one more ranged fighter...!
[ Then their ally could pick the guy off while Marcille and Mickey ran interference. Curse small party sizes. ]
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If I distract 'em, you can find someone to help us out!
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[ Trying to converse, fight, and flail around mid-dance was extremely distracting. ]
I hate to admit it. But maybe we should beat a tactical retreat! Now that we know who look for, we can join up with another party and beat the tar out of him later!
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[Aw, geez, he really doesn't want to give up... But Marcille makes a pretty darn good point. Plus, these things don't appear to be actively hurting anyone... this just more annoying than anything else.]
W-well, if you say so... But you take the lead, and I'll follow up, and I'll make sure your back is covered!
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[ Not needing to keep magic in reserve for an extra trip back through the slimes really helped out; she struck out with her staff when the slimes got too close, and kept off the offensive to clear the way for a hasty retreat.
IT WASN'T RUNNING AWAY ALRIGHT. It was very quickly electric-sliding away. Tactically! ]
Thank the stars Laios isn't here! (Wait, would it be better if he was?)
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Yeah, thank goodness! ... Uh, who's Laios?
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[ The slimes were starting to thin, thank goodness, and Marcille took the opportunity to get herself some cover behind an outcropping up rock. ]
Whew... hah. I think we're all right.
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[Ewwwww. Mickey may be a poor orphan but even he's never been THAT hungry. But once they're at a safe distance...]
Gee, I'm real sorry I couldn't be of more help!
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[ Marcille looked up, hands on her knees to brace herself. ]
It's nothing to be sorry about. For a job like that, you'd usually need at least four people, right? And we didn't even have anyone to counter that dancing curse, so we're lucky we got out of that in one piece!
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[A sad sigh.]
Then if I found my pals, we'd be all set. I still don't understand half of what's goin' on.
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[ Marcille stood up and hefted her pack. ]
In that case, why don't we stick together until you find your friends? Pretty good deal, huh? I don't mean to boast, but I'm a pretty skilled magic caster.
[ 100% boasting ]
There's just one thing...
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Is that what you were doin' back there? Cause... that was amazin'! I ain't ever seen anythin' like it before! I bet you could do anything with it!
[Mickey stop fanboying, she was saying something.]
... One thing?
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[ Oh no, not encouragement. But Marcille settled a bit, looking slightly embarrassed. ]
Um... are you by chance... a kobold?
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... I dunno what that is, so, maybe no?
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[ Well, he didn't look like any that Marcille had ever seen before, anyhow. ]
It's just that I've never seen anyone like you before. And I've met gnomes, dwarves, halflings, plenty of humans...
[ She ticked off the names one by one on her fingers, her earlier indignities at the hands of the slimes evidently forgotten. ]
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Well, I ain't ever seen anyone like you before either! Then again, it's not like I've been to every corner of the kingdom...
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[ Um
There were probably other things they were good at? ]
Anyway, my name's Marcille!
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Mickey Mouse, at your service, miss Marcille!
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Okay, Mickey it is! What do you say we go wrangle up some help taking out that guy on the beach? I'm sure there must be another opportunist or two on the island.
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end thread?