TEST DRIVE MEME ( 014 )

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Test Drive Meme #14

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 August 17th, and Applications on August 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.

One Magic Night
The waves are aglow. That might not be the first thing you notice when you wake, but it will probably draw your attention at some point: the way the sea foam glistens with an effervescent light as it rinses the beach in a crystalline, deep blue shimmer. Further out, lurid explosions of color ripple soundlessly beneath the waves - an underwater fireworks show. The atmosphere is peaceful, a blissed-out calm to suit the lazy lap of the surf-spray against the sand. Maybe turning around will shed a little more light on the situation. What this is, in fact, is the echo of a celebration that was held on Ensō back in June. Torches and campfires crackle with a merry, companionable blaze, and there is food and drink in abundance - including some of the alcoholic persuasion, for those of you who are over the age of twenty-one.

There is, naturally, all sorts to do in a celebration like this. Friendly sparring matches have sprung up along the shoreline; beach cushions and blankets decorate the party site; coconut shells laden with bioluminscent body paint can be dipped into at will, if you fancy shining like a glowstick throughout the artificial night.

Just because you've got no idea how you got here doesn't mean you can't enjoy a good party while it lasts, right?

Growing Pains
The island you've ended up on today is very, very beautiful, particularly if you're a botanist: it's covered in flowers of all sorts. They grow in rich clumps, seemingly at odds with any sense of convention. Here, you can find common dandelions flowering alongside tropical strelitzias, snowdrops spangled beside water lilies. No matter the impossibility of it, despite the discrepancies of seasons and temperatures in which these specimens should be blooming, you'll find that nearly every species can be found represented, flowering in tandem. It's gorgeous. Breathtaking, even.

There's only one problem.

That problem being that the flowers are growing out of you as well. As might be obvious, this is not exactly a pleasant sensation. There is, in fact, a full list of rather painful symptoms that has been very well-documented of late. All you have to worry about in particular, however, is what has caused these flowers to take root in you in the first place:

Lies.

Is there something you need to get off your chest? Some confession that's aching to be made? Some guilt or regret that you've repressed, that's been dragging you down for years?

Then you'd better get to it. Those flowers aren't leaving unless you spill. And if you'd rather not, well...they're more than happy to fertilize the earth with what's left of you.

Hoo Ha Ha
Stop us if you've heard this one: you and some stranger wake up on a boat. There are no landmasses in sight, and nothing as far as the eye can see but lapping waves and a peaceful, periwinkle, cloudless sky. It's good weather for sailing. Perfect, in fact. There's even a tight breeze that might helpfully guide you along.

The punchline, of course, is the fact that you're surrounded by sharks. Sorry, did we say sharks? We meant tigersharks, of the most literal sort possible. Part fish and part feline, these dual-headed beasts are summarily more naturally carnivorous and more aggressive than your bog standard tigers or sharks. They're wickedly fast in the water, and just as lethal on land.

And they're currently trying to climb aboard; armed with four sharp-clawed legs, they're more than capable of doing exactly that unless you can fend them off.

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[technicallytechnically]

[Meanwhile, this little blue tiefling is mastering the art of drawing a giant dick in the sand without it getting washed away by the tide. Although she grew up on the coast, it's not as if she was able to get outside much, so she's not as practiced at it as she probably should be.

Avoiding the tide, that is. She's very practiced at drawing dicks.

She notices the glowing paint on the side of a rock and starts cheering for some reason.]

WOO! FUCK THE POLICE! WHATEVER IT IS!

[campnope]

[....he doesn't know this kid, but he likes her already. Drawing dicks and in favor of fucking the police without knowing what it even means. Her mixture of cheer and crudeness immediately reminds him of Nikki.]

Trust me, you wouldn't like them. They're a bunch of racist shitholes.

[technicallytechnically]

Oh, good! Those racist dicks!

[In Jester's thick, vaguely Eastern European accent, she sounds downright cheerful about sticking it to those racist dicks. And just then, the tide washes away most of the dick she drew once again.]

Oh, shit, I really hoped that it was going to stick this time. Maybe I should stick to painting rocks like you, little boy. This is way more difficult than I thought it was going to be.

[At least with paint, she doesn't even need to bust out her painting set -- there's glowing paint everywhere!]

[campnope]

It's Max. And the trick is to wet the sand first. Go up further than the tide's gonna be, dump some water, then draw all the dicks you want.

[Normally, he's not into being helpful, but he's pretty sure this'll annoy enough people to make it worht it.]

[technicallytechnically]

[Jester grins wide and excitedly at him.]

Oh! That's a really good tip.

[Jester waits for the tide to come back, then kicks a bunch of water haphazardly all over the dry area of the sand.]

This is actually way easier than painting on statues. This place is great. Why did I ever leave the coast?

[Oh right, because people were totally looking for her. Whoops.]

[campnope]

[Max shrugs, leaning against his rock.]

Once you've got it drawn, you can use the paint to fill in the lines. Giant glowing dicks all along the beach.

[technicallytechnically]

YES!!! This is the best plan!

[There are practically stars in her eyes, she's so thrilled at getting these great ideas.

After she's kicked around enough water, she starts lining in the sand with her fingers. She draws a dick of course, and a quick "the Traveler was here" in cursive, and a hamster with a unicorn horn eating a gelatinous cube, and finally a tigershark using both its heads to make out with itself. Her drawings are surprisingly good, especially considering she's doing all this with her finger on a canvas of sand.]

[campnope]

[Max has so many questions, but at the moment, he's too busy just staring at her work.]

Hey, this is great. We should get you some spray paint and find some stuff vandalize permanently.