TEST DRIVE MEME ( 006 )

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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:

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. Those who squint may find themselves thinking of another, cuter version of sentient cacti found on other worlds, but the mutual relation to a certain desert plant is where the similarities come to an end. Walking cacti are silent predators who prefer to slowly approach their prey, avoiding being noticed by their targets until it is too late.

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. What an ideal set of circumstances, truly. But should anyone else impose upon your peace, you'd better hope they don't mind encountering you at your absolute worst.

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. Hope you're not averse to a little hentai.

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Comments

[watertribal]

At least she wasn't alone. Hopefully, he was more than just a guy with a sword. Korra looked around quickly for a vantage point. The crow's nest. She bending the air beneath her feet, creating a fast, tight ball. It suspended her to the crows nest where she see just how large this creature was. Tentacles appeared from both sides of the ship. Was ....was it trying to swallow the boat whole?

She may be unable to reach Raava, but this shouldn't be something that she couldn't handle, right? They were after all, surrounded by water. Still, this was going to take some work.

"This is about to get slippery!" From where she stood, she began the fluid motions that went into water bending. She willed the water between the boat's sides the the tentacles of the beast - in hopes that it would seperate the two from each other. Anyone on the boat whether close to the edge or not, were more than likely going to get wet from the residual waters.

[greatcleavage]

"...Huh."

He wasn't certain any of this was exactly an answer to his question, but he had to admit that suddenly bursting into flight and then apparently manipulating the sea itself was a reasonably good indicator of overall competence. "I should warn you -- around here, powerful supernatural abilities are not entirely reliable! Be careful in using them!"

That was all the warning he had time to give before a sudden splash slapped him in the face. Sputtering, Roy shook his head, then cracked his eyes open just in time to dodge the slap of a large tentacle as it tried to grab onto the boat. With a swing of his sword, Roy severed the arm in a spurt of pretty disgusting blood.

He was just a guy with a sword, but damned if he wasn't pretty good with the thing.

[watertribal]

Careful? She was the Avatar. This was natural for her, even without Raava backing her up. Though she had to admit things did feel a bit strained when she attempted to move so much water at once. The monster was pretty big. "I got this!" she called back, though less assure of herself than she was moments before.

She parted her hands father from one another, willing the water to continue to push back the monster. Wasn't there anyone steering this boat?

[greatcleavage]

Well, he'd offered the warning and all he could do at this point was trust she could identify her own limits and compensate for them in good time... or, failing that, prepare to catch her before she could hit the deck from that height. He couldn't really blame her -- suddenly adjusting to new limits like that solely on the say-so of a man fighting with a sword was a bit much to ask, really.

"If you happen to sense where the next one is coming from through all that, try to give me a heads-up!"