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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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One Magic Night:

South makes her way outside instantly, trying to find answers to where she was or what was going on. She runs, hurrying, a little more frantic than she intends to be. It's evening, not quite dark, and she runs through and past some sort of celebration. She doesn't pay it mind, or pauses to think about what she's doing. Just running, getting away from people, getting away from all the noise but the threat of others, too.

Instinct tells her to run, hide, find somewhere safe and figure the place out. Figure out her situation.

She ends up on a beach, boots sinking in the damp sand. It's glowing, but she doesn't pay that much mind at first. She's more concerned with finding somewhere to duck behind, a large rock formation looking like a nice solution. She crouches down behind it, breathing hard and trying to find her bearings. Her armor has no information for her, where she is, enemies coming up on her, it's practically useless. Other than being a metal shell to hide safely in.

Alright. She knows she was shot, by Wash, and she can't see through her right eye. When she touches it, she can feel scars around it. Shouldn't she be dead? Maybe she is. Maybe she's dead and in hell- heaven? Doubtful, but as she looks around her hiding spot, it doesn't look how she'd imagine hell would look... She could have survived, maybe some damage to her brain caused her to forget what's happened. Where she is. Stranger things have happened, but she has no idea what this could be. Better to be ready, wait and figure the situation out.

So she stays crouched safely behind her rock, eyeing the ocean with suspicion and looking around for any threat or clue what was happening to her.

Growing Pains:

There's flowers everywhere. Which is weird enough, she's ended up on some weird island with a flower problem. But even weirder is the flowers that seem to come out of her- what the fuck even? They start as little buds that burn and ache as they force their way out of her skin, popping up and blossoming across her flesh. She's not sure what's caused them, but trying to pull them only makes them worse. She's even tried to trim them, the ones she can reach. It doesn't help, they keep popping up and growing, getting more frequent.

She sits on a bench, in a shirt and jeans, trying to trim them off her arms and frowning as they keep returning, a grimace on her face from the ache they cause.

Hoo Ha Ha:

Waking up on a strange boat is bad enough, having unknown company only makes it worse. She's tense, armor on and displeased expression hidden by her helmet. She keeps her pistol in hand, moving to the highest point of the boat to try and see if she can find any sight of land. Or another boat. Anything that could help.

Then she hears a noise. An unsettling noise that makes her tense shoulders tighter, narrowing her eyes as she peers over the edge to see- tigers? Sharks? Fucking tiger sharks? Literally?! She stares at it before she fires a round, killing it and knocking it's body into the water. Done-

Except it's not done, there's more and she's letting out a displeased growl. Fuck. Weird ass fucking creatures that are clawing their way up her boat? What. The. Fucking. Fuck?!!

"Get your dick out of your hand and do something." She yells out after a moment, since she knows she's not alone on this thing. Regardless of whatever they're doing, already helping or not, she's yelling.

She has more guns, but good luck getting her to part with any of them, she's not about to let some asswad touch her weapons or limited ammo.

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