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Test Drive Meme #10

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 April 17th, and Applications on April 24th!

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.

Friends on the Other Side
When you open your eyes, it is to a shadow-tinted cityscape. The buildings are clay-built and colorless, plunging seemingly infinitely onward into the sky before disappearing into a dense pool of foglike sky. The silence weighs heavily like a mantle across every inch of this place, and no matter how you squint at them, every structure seems strangely blurred, as though being viewed through distorted telescope lens, or in the reflection of a pool of water.

All told, it's probably obvious from the start that all is not well here.

From the moment you arrive in this strange nether-place, your eyelids have begun to grow heavy. Something about this city and its perpetual, misted darkness leaves you inexplicably drowsy, ready to curl up and fall asleep on the spot.

That wouldn't be a problem, perhaps, if you were alone. Mu does not boast a great deal of flora and fauna, but what it does have is a creature capable of inflicting much in the way of misfortune - clockroach. They occupy this city in swarms of wraith-like wisps, both intangible and curiously amorphous. But when they draw close, they instill a sense of terror like no other, usually igniting one's fight-or-flight response as a result. Sure, they might not be capable of actually hurting you, but why should that matter, when they have a skill for inducing a sense of utter dread in their targets?

Ever try to get some sleep with fresh adrenaline pumping in your veins?

Pretty Fly for a...Fire Guy
With indigo-blue skies, lush fields of green, and miles of rippling grass hills for as far as the eye can see, Mu has cast you into the perfect and picturesque evening. As the imaginary sun lips the very edge of the horizon and the last glow of orange fades to the purple of dusk, the fields come to life with a smattering of bright, wavering lights.

LifeAftr has its fair share of fireflies native to its many regions, but this particular kind is special. They're the size of quarters, very pretty to look at...and incredibly volatile besides. It's hard to interpret what these wondrous little glow-bugs might view as a threat or not, but at least it's remarkably easy to discern as much based on the sight of them alone: they're handily color-coded depending on their moods.

While they glow a contented amber by default, those that fireflies warm to will find themselves bathed in a green-blue glow as those bulbous, organic lanterns tint with a soft, cool turquoise. A few of them might even settle across your arms and in your hair, if they take that much of a shine to you.

Of course, those the fireflies don't warm to will be able to note as such when they light up a blazing crimson, mere seconds before the insects spit a stream of glowing orange, molten-colored acid. It stings and burns in equal measure, just as likely to scald you as it is to set the surrounding fields aflame.

Flower You Doing That?
Adventurers were both wary and relieved to discover that the next island on the horizon, known as Ziziphus, appeared to be a rather vegetation-rich paradise. They were considerably less relieved to learn that this island contained predators just like all the rest of them, despite the rich green backdrop of its meadows and the promise of lush woodland at its heart.

So it is that you, too, will learn that sometimes tufts of ferns are not tufts of ferns at all...but dangerous creatures called spindlanks.

What might initially appear to be a leafy hillock will very quickly prove to be something far more...mobile, if you get close enough. That clump of grass and red ferns will abruptly hoist itself up on six vine-like tendrils, crawling for its prey like a very large, mossy spider. While it's fully capable of swiping at its foes with its massive, leafy arms, the spindlank's favored method of dispatching its prey is simply to scuttle forth until it's positioned directly above you and drop down. If its weight does not crush you and choking on the clods of earth doesn't smother you, don't worry; the spindlank intends to eat you alive with a set of fleshy jaws set deep in its center.

For despite their leafy appearance, spindlanks are very much carnivorous. Their size can vary from anywhere between six and ten feet tall when their appendages unfurl entirely. They burn as easily as any plant matter would, but the size of them can make them quite difficult to topple alone.

And they are almost always hungry.

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[He can't be sure, but that scream definitely seems like it came from a woman. A young woman, at that. Wandering around blind for the past half an hour, it's the first, truly noticeable thing Barry's heard since he got here-- and that's more than enough reason to tear off in the direction it came from, puffing in exertion as he sprints the entire way- not his strong point, not by far.

Whatever he expected from there, it wasn't... this. Definitely a young girl, some kind of magic bubble, and a creature that looked about ready for its next meal. He's got no idea what that is, no idea how she's doing that-- but as it strikes at the bubble with one of it's clawed- hands? feet?- now really isn't the time to worry about that.]

Hey, buddy! [That thing is not his buddy.] You're barking up the wrong tree there if you're looking for lunch!

[He's slower and heavier- much better lunch, right here.]

[Barry Bluejeans what do you think you're doing? Lup's gonna be so mad if you go and get yourself eaten.

Of course, Naomi did not know who the man shouting was. All she knew was there was a man shouting. She peered at him, swallowing as another crack in the barrier formed. He'd gotten the monsters attention though. It looked... Or at least she thought it looked from her to him and then back a few times. It was debating.

But it wasn't trying to crush her anymore. That was good. The reprieve would let her catch her breath.

Or at least she thought she could catch her breath, but suddenly the vines returned to tighten their hold and she found her little shield and by extension herself being lifted up as the thing began moving towards Barry, carrying her like a ball.

Looks like it wants lunch AND dessert. Well this is a pickle.]

[Sorry, who? c:

Well it stops attacking, which is a plus. But it doesn't let her go, which is a negative-- a huge negative, when it starts coming after him as well. Swallowing hard, Barry starts to back away, eyes darting about frantically for another option; something he can use as a weapon. Anything.

And then he gets an idea.]

Y-yeah. Yeah! That's it, moss-for-brains! Follow the tasty human!

What are you doing!?

[She hollered down to the man as the plant monster continued to approach, closing the distance. It was a bit of a flustered shout, one underlined with an 'I really hope you have a plan' plea. He must have one, he had too.

But what if he didn't? She glanced at the plant monster, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of her face as she tried to take a steadying breath as the vines continued to squeeze at the barrier.

How much longer could she hold this up? What was plan B? Or C? Her mind raced as she tried to think of one.]

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Flower You Doing That?

!!!!! Mister Bluejeans!!

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