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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 006 )
Test Drive Meme #6
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 December 17th! Due to the holiday season, Applications will be opening on December 26th, with an app period shifted to end on January 2nd instead of the usual timeframe!
Two important notes:

Remember that Reserves will open on December 17th! Due to the holiday season, Applications will be opening on December 26th, with an app period shifted to end on January 2nd instead of the usual timeframe!
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.

United We Stand
This particular month, Mu has seen fit to recreate the strange, dichotomous island of Monsun. Most of the information regarding this peculiar land can be found in the informational post linked, but as a quick rundown: Monsun's western side is a hot wasteland of a desert prone of disasters and mishaps, but will affect your character's emotional and psychological state in a positive sense, while its eastern side is a verdant forest filled with endless resources...as well as a tendency to bring out the absolute worst of your character.
The western region blazes with a vengeance, the imaginary sun roasting overhead. The psychological effects of this area of island will shine far more kindly upon you than the sun does; your character's best qualities have been brought to light, and the longer they remain here, the more profound those qualities will become.
This is probably a good thing, too. Because those cactus plants on the horizon seem to be moving closer...and closer...
In fact, they aren't really plants at all.

Luckily, these creatures do not rely on projectiles to attack. Rather, their needle thin spikes can extend up to one foot out of their bodies in a fast, powerful motion - more than enough to puncture flesh and muscle. If you've ever wanted to try death by acupuncture, these are your kind of monster... but if not, a sharp weapon or fire will certainly help whittle down their numbers.
Regardless, all of your best qualities will come to light quickly in a fight, whether it be courage, diplomacy, compassion, earnest hope, or whatever other positive traits you might bear. Such is Monsun's boon to you.
Divided We Fall
The east, on the other hand, is the polar opposite to that desert wasteland. The sun shines evenly through the thick spread of deciduous canopies, which shade you from the worst of that unforgiving heat. The verdant greenery is perfectly temperate and even tranquil.
A pity that you'll soon find your worst qualities manifesting at a rather rapid rate. The proper Monsun generally gives you a twenty-four hour window before your most despicable traits start to flourish, but Mu, it seems, has sped up the clock significantly.
Scattered across the rich landscape, a herd of deer can be found prancing eagerly about, seemingly oblivious to their potentiality as a food source. In fact, they hardly seem to react to the approach of foreign entities at all. They're quite placid, and content to sit idly back until attacked - at which point they'll do little more than flee at a brisk pace.

Don't Fear the Succ
You wake on a boat. It's a very nice boat, make no mistake, weatherbeaten and worn as it may seem, but it's still a boat, and you're still surrounded with lapping waves, as far as the eye can see. Or as far as the eye can sea.
Still, no reason not to make the best of this, right? Just sit back, relax, and let the wind take you wherever it may. You hardly need to eat or sleep in the regular sense in dreams, and this might be a good deal more picturesque than many of the dreams you're probably used to. All told, this is really quite a nice diversion -
Hold on. Did something just bump up against the hull?
Yes, in fact. Something did. Something with long, long, reaching tentacles that will soon snake over the deck to try and grasp your vessel in a death grip much like that of a boa constrictor: designed to crush and destroy.
It seems you've run afoul of that legendary creature of the depths; the one that every sailor most fears.
A kraken.

( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
Red Riding Hood | Mary Skelter: Nightmares
[In the blistering heat, one would think anyone wearing a hoodie would take it off as soon as they could. Red, however, currently was ignoring such common sense. All of this made her feel alive. Who knew that's what the sun looked like? That it could create such heat!
If she could bring back such knowledge to the rest of the Dawn then it would surely put a spring in their step. Her hood didn't block much of the light as she tries to stare up at the sky, making her stop to blink every once in a while.]
United We Stand; Who's afraid of the big bad cactus?
[Later, though, there might be some laughter coming over the sand. Snip--and a large chunk of plant flesh falls down. The giant pair of scissors, black with pink edging, swing through the air as it makes quick work of the enraged cacti.
Maybe just for a moment, blue eyes flash pink as the girl fights on.] Marchen or not I'll make mincemeat out of you--!
Divided We Fall; I give myself very good advice
[Red Riding Hood might have felt some odd comfort in the forest. It seemed familiar in a strange far off way as so many things often did. This clearly wasn't part of the Jail and there were no monsters. It was growing but in a natural way.
The only problem was that her hoodie had moments ago been stuck on a tree branch. Frantic, she's holding the coat out her eyes trying to find any sort of tear. There's a small one near the edge and--]
You've got to be kidding me! [She... might sound on the edge of crying.] It can't be that bad. Yeah. It can't be. If I just brush the dirt off it'll be like brand new. Yeah.
[Ignore her.]
Wildcard
Provide your own scenario! Go on.
cactus
And we sail down the river of blood, meditating in the glory of the Two Gods as we kill and slaughter, murder and massacre... Praise the Bloody Goddess, may She forever slay! Praise the Living Corpse, may He forever sustain!
[The sound of fighting is also there, of knife on plant flesh, and it's rapidly getting closer. Into sight comes a fleeing cactus monster, with many cuts across its body and leaking lots of fluids. Immediately following it is a girl in rags set on pursue, who makes cuts here and there with a knife, trying to figure out which one will be the most efficient at disabling and which one'll kill the walking cactus. Just as the two of them draw close, Merciless finally goes for the kill. The thing dies fast from her decisive blow, thudding onto the sandy ground. She turns to the other girl, studying her with red eyes.]
Ah! Many greetings to you! That is a quite interesting weapon you hold there. I apologize for the noise, I was attempting to figure out this strange thing's vital spots.
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That's pretty smart! [She gives a grin. Her eyes, though, remain blue now that the battle is over.] Got to keep them guessing. As for the noise, well, I wasn't paying attention to it so it's not a problem.
[At the mention of her scissors, she hefts them a little.] Is it? I've always used scissors. They're fast and give me some range.
[Also useful for tearing up the Jail.]
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[She looks over the dead cactus monsters speculatively.]
Would those make for adequate nourishment? I confess I am also feeling parched.
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Wait. She stares at the cactus.]
Don't know. I'd think we probably should wait on that... there might be someplace to get water soon.
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You may very well be correct about the wisdom of looking for another source of water. I did faintly remember hearing that cactuses had water in them, but it might not be entirely safe water. I do not know either way.
[She wishes she knew more about deserts like this than vague stories passed down by the elders.]
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[Beat.]
Eating monsters usually should be avoided but if there's nothing else...
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United We Stand
[Roy delivers this line with the simple patience of a man who has dealt with a bard of questionable intelligence for far longer than is good for anyone's sanity, the sort of tone that recognizes getting mad over this crazy choice is just pointless.]
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[Right. That's the sun. She blinks and shrugs as she turns to him.]
Ehe. Yeah, it hurts to do that for very long. Probably not a good idea.
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[Roy has more patience than he might otherwise, thanks to this half of the island's influence.]
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sun
When he spots a girl staring up at the sun he peeks up as well, making sure there's no UFOs incoming... before walking over. If not noticed he will give into his instinct and poke her right in the small of the back]
Boo.
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Poor move.
She turns on her heel, grabbing his wrist in a smooth motion before realizing what she was doing.]
Hey--hey, you really shouldn't walk up on people like that.
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Sorry, you were so distracted I couldn't help it.
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Really? Hah... Guess you couldn't. I'd do the same thing.
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[That blush makes him grin]
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[She can't afford to be like Thumbelina, after all.]
Too bad Thumby's not around. Now that's a girl that would jump ten feet.
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[That sure is a name]
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