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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 010 )
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:
Remember that Reserves will open on April 17th, and Applications on April 24th!
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.
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.
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.
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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What if the version of her that showed up was my age, though?
[20 years old Iris... He'd love to see that. A little too much. And his grin might show that.]
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He knows exactly what you are thinking, Prom.]
No.
[Just. No.]
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[Don't you want to add to your family, Gladio? A little brother?
On second thought, that would make Gladio his big brother in law
as if he had a chance with Iris anyway. Too scary a thought.]Ah well. Either way it'd be good to see her. It feels like it's been an eternity.
What about Cindy? How's Cindy holding up?!
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[There've been additions to his family, thank you. And he doesn't want his nephew somewhere that doesn't have at least the safety of somewhere like Lestallum, over crowded as it is.]
She'd be better if you weren't pestering her all the damn time. [But his expression softens and he offers Prompto a faint smile.] Nah, I dunno that she'd have been able to hold out at Hammerhead if you weren't there. Lestallum would crush that girl's spirit.
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[Certainly not a name he recognized.
Somehow he managed to ignore Gladio's remark and cling onto the fact that Cindy was alive and well.]
She's still hanging out at Hammerhead? Oh man, I bet she's even more beautiful in the future.
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Cid refused to give up Hammerhead when things got bad, Cindy's not about to lose it now. [How are you still thinking with your dick, Prompto? Seriously. It's been 10 hard fucking years. No one ages gracefully in this kind of situation.]
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[He didn't remember Gladio having a nephew! Did he have another sibling...?
No way. Iris couldn't be a mom! She'd still been a teenager! Barely old enough for Prompto to be into her and possibly not be called a creep.]
Iris? Really? Iris is a mom?
[The shock was definitely clear. Guess that meant she wasn't available.]
Dude, congrats. Or something. I can't believe Iris is with someone. Or, well, I guess, in the future she's with someone. And you didn't kill him.
...Did you?
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He expects the shock, what with how young Iris is in this Prompto's mind. That last question, joking as it may be, has anger flickering to life in his eyes again, though.]
No. He was a good kid. [Helped Iris maintain the farm out on Cape Caem for years. But the past tense is telling. Not many people made it out of Cape Caem when things finally fell apart.] Never got to meet Ollie.
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Oh. Oh, sorry.
[Of course he'd never been the type to intentionally make a joke like that.]
Is Iris okay? How old is Ollie?
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She's good. Kickin ass. She'd be able to kick yours. And Ollie's 6. Good kid, considering the shit hole he's had to grow up in.
[And now that he thinks about it, maybe he does want them to show up here because... well...
Ollie's never seen the sun.]
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[Geez, that was pretty old already, in a way. This kid Prompto had only just heard of and he was already 6 years old.]
Wouldn't expect any less of Iris. So you've been helping her out, then? I should probably do something, too...
[Being that the kid was missing his dad. As if it wasn't already obvious, Prompto was still very disconnected from the future. Things were getting bad where he was from, but there was still a very long way to go. He had no idea just how bad it was going to get.]
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[Sure, with Ollie sometimes but Iris was something of a legend in her own right now.]
Been training anyone willing to pick up a weapon. Gods know we need all the help we can get.
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[Like some sort of movie. There were usually consequences.]
It sounds like a whole 'nother world. Hey, how's... you know, Iggy holding up?
[It had been him and Ignis on the island quite a lot of the time and he still worried a lot. It was the kind of thing he wouldn't ask in earshot of Ignis because he wouldn't want to hurt his pride.]
He's doing okay, right? I mean, we wouldn't ditch him.
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He's fine. Misguided but fine. I've had Talcott keeping an eye on him just in case.
[Not like he was worried or anything. Just... wanted to make sure Iggy wasn't going to die in some ruin and no one would know.]
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And Iggy wouldn't ditch them. Prompto kept his concerns quiet, frowning up at Gladio. Honestly, of all of them Ignis was the least likely he'd describe as 'misguided'. Sometimes it was easier to just try and avoid arguments.]
So Talcott's doing good? That's good.
[He went quiet a moment. It didn't feel like the tension had exactly gone away. Prompto preferred when everyone was getting along. He didn't really want to step on any toes, he's just wanted things to be cool. Finally, he asked.]
And what about you?
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[Oh, Prompto. You have no idea.
Avoiding more arguments is probably for the best, though.]
Me? There's plenty to keep us busy... shouldn't matter much longer, though. [Noct's return means they're all probably going to die shortly after he goes back from whatever weird dream this is.]
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It matters. You must've been up to something in all that time.
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Slaughtering everything we can to protect the city. That's really all there is to it. [Just that constant battle day in and day out, always knowing there would be more enemies when you woke. There was no reprieve just the distant hope that someday their King would return.]
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[Gladio was certainly making it sound like a grind. But if he didn't have much to say, what could Prompto do about it?
His next question made him a bit nervous. After all, should you look into a crystal ball to see the future of your own life? Might not be good.]
Sooo... I'm hanging out with Cindy?
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The question makes guilt flicker over his face for a moment before he just shrugs a little.]
Mostly, I guess. I- well... we don't exactly see each other much. [Or at all really but he doesn't have the hear tot tell him that.]
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[He paused as a disturbing thought came to him. He'd been here a while, and he'd told Ignis and Noct about himself. He hadn't talked to Gladio about it yet. How could he say it and make it clear what he meant without actually saying it?]
It's not... It's not cause of where I was 'born', is it...? I was still working on getting back to you guys when I ended up here, so I'm not sure what happened after that. All I know is a few things Noct mentioned.
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No, Prompto. 's just... hard, without Noct. Too many reminders, I guess. And too many differing opinions on what we should be doing. It- [Gods if their little tussle on the train still bothered him how would he handle knowing what came later?] Got pretty messy for awhile. We fought. A lot. Eventually we just... drifted.
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[He went quiet. With Noct gone, if he and Gladio and Iggy split up, he didn't really have anyone else. What was he doing?
Hanging around Cindy, apparently. Could be worse than that, but it sounded pretty lonely overall. He carried on walking silently for a bit, sullen expression on his face as he thought about it. At least it hadn't been because of where he was from.
As always, he had to cling to some sort of hope. When he finally spoke it was like he was shakily trying to glue things back together.]
Well, we don't have to worry about all that while we're here. Noct's been here. Most the time. And Iggy's getting better at handling stuff blind... He even got to see for a little bit! And there's a lot of stuff that needs to get done, so we can concentrate on that.
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He couldn't lie to him. He deserved to know just as much as Ignis. For better or worse it was what had happened.]
Yeah. Lots to do. [Wasn't that the problem before?] We'll work it out. Don't worry, Prom.
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[Strained but hopeful, he smiled up at Gladio hopefully. Put all the problems they had to deal with on the backburner, they had some hardcore camping to do.
He gave one soft sniff, rubbed his nose a little with the back of his hand, and carried on.]
And now you can't steal the girls I like anymore.
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