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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 018 )

Test Drive Meme #18

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.

Upsy Wars: Revenge of the Lift
Over the past sixteen months, adventurers have adjusted to the sight of a wide variety of odd and fantastical creatures, some friendlier than others. Of the more ferocious, it's wise to consider giving them a wide berth - from the indomitable fustercluck to living black holes to the deadly contagious quartzalcoatls. However, only one predator has gained the dubious title of "that weird flying mouth thing."

Invasive to LifeAftr, Upsy the elevator is not satisfied with haunting the memories of those who encountered it during its arrival in July. Now it's here to haunt your dreams, too! While capable of speech and some style of sentience on its home world, it seems LifeAftr has yet to agree with a machine that is equal parts flesh and metal. Driven to silence by whatever forces this world has exposed it to, Upsy is driven by one, basic instinct, and one alone.

To give you a lift, whether you want it or not.

Upsy’s attacks are abrupt and immediate. Swooping down from the sky, it will collect as many living things in its mouth as can fit, before closing its doors and soaring away. Want to leave? Don't worry; Upsy has no intentions of keeping you, or digesting you. Release from that fleshy mouth prison is as immediate as the initial attack. We hope you enjoy flying, because Upsy can spit even the heaviest of creatures a good hundred feet away from itself, at any altitude. Do look out below.

The Emoji Movie
Communication on the islands currently consists of Stones of Far Speech, a relatively adaptable system that is open to requests and suggestions for improvement. One such request has been met with a small bout of confusion, however; as adaptable as the Storyteller attempts to be, you kids with your mobile phones and your texting and emojis get a little beyond them, sometimes.

Beyond Mu as well, it seems.

When you asked for emojis, this is what you wanted, right? Exclusive to Mu, Emojees come in a variety of shapes and sizes; from knee-high yellow orbs with rows of sharp teeth that simply cannot stop laughing, to horse-sized poop emojees that - well. One can guess. Numbering in the hundreds and intending to convey their meaning by any means possible, it's a good idea to avoid prolonged contact with these happy little abominations.

The taller, more objective emojees will simply try to absorb those attached to them in an effort to become even larger, but the smaller infect their prey with the emotions they portray, influencing them into the perfect emotional state for consumption.

In hindsight, this is probably not what the children actually wanted...

Close enough.

Let It Go Snow
LifeAftr may be primarily tropical, but that doesn't mean some of its creatures don't appreciate a good white Christmas - and a white rest of the year, at that.

Gelfs are one such species. While they may be visually reminiscent of Santa's Little Helpers, these small creatures aren't about to start handing out presents. Having snuck onto Mu's metaphysical shores at the beginning of the month, these little critters have immediately set about doing what they do best - spreading ice and snow across the island, in increasingly hazardous quantities.

As the influence of the gelfs settles across Mu, it's quite possible that the abrupt cold snap will lead to severe consequences for any adventurous guests, unless you enjoy the prospect of an avalanche waiting to happen Now may be the best time to hunt these gelfs down, before such disaster can occur.

For those uninterested in massacring a local creature population (again), you may as well enjoy this winter wonderland while it lasts. Ice skating, snowball fights - and for those in the know, the time-honored competition to create the best dabbing ice sculpture. If you're lucky, you might even find a container of piping hot wassail - spiced apple cider - laying around.

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i. why
[He knew this terrible abomination was going to haunt his nightmares. Well, lo and behold, here we are. And this time, there's no reason to hold back and not zap the thing.

If you're lucky, this happens right before Upsy can get you and Electro inadvertently saves you from that incredibly gross fate. If it's even harming the thing? Eh, it's distracting it if nothing else. Good enough.

If you're less lucky, it might happen after you get stuck in Upsy's mouth and... uh. Well. Let's hope the elevator really does act like a Faraday cage. It's probably fine. Worst case, you get zapped a bit. You'll walk it off.]

ii. snow shock
[Electro is grumbling. This is not in the least bit surprising to anyone has ever met Electro, of course. Someone's not enjoying the snowfall much. Which might have something to do with the fact that, as snow falls and melts on him, he keeps sparking a lot.

Yeah, when you're walking lightning, you're not exactly made for this weather. Really, it's only annoying, but right now he refuses to deal with annoying. And eventually, he lets out a frustrated growl.]

I'm done with this! [Angrily, he blasts the surrounding snow with electricity. And... actually manages to hit one of those gelfs. Electro blinks a moment. And then grins.] Uh... Yeah, that'll show ya!

[He definitely meant to hit that thing, it surely wasn't an accident.]

iii. target practice
[Now that he can stop the snow all on his own. And he doesn't. But eventually, even Electro manages to chill out. Even if it's just bringing him down to sulking instead of throwing lightning around.

His containment suit is all sealed up, which is probably safer for everyone involved.

But right now, as he's trudging through the snow... Electro makes for a perfect snowball target. Come on. You know you wanna. What could go wrong?]

iv. wildcard
[come at me]

[One would expect Wade to be bamboozled at being back here again, or at the very least, slightly perplexed, but he's not. Not entirely anyway. Zipping back and forth through worlds has become as regular as breathing in his admittedly long tenure, and at least this one takes him back to his Canadian roots.

And right now he's currently celebrating the time-honored Canadian tradition of iceball, which is totally a real sport and not just something he's been waiting for the patent office to get back to him on. And of course, the first priority is to make sure his baby Cubone has the proper handle on such an important and totally legitimate national pastime. Tibia positions her club like a bat, watching Wade with inquisitive eyes for confirmation that she's doing it right, and Wade has to bite his lip hard to keep from completely losing his mercenary street cred at the adorable display.]

That's it, Tibs. Keep it just above your shoulder and bend your knees a little. There you go, now you're lookin' like a regular Roger Maris. If Roger Maris was a Cubone. And a girl. Th-the metaphor still works, okay? Just semantics. Anyway, I'mma toss it to ya gently-- ready?

[Tibia nods, never taking her eyes off the sphere of solid ice that Wade currently has in his hand. So saying, Wade bends down to accommodate her diminutive size, lobbing the ball gently towards her, underhand. She's tiny, after all, and he doesn't want to throw too hard until he's sure of what she can handle.

Turns out his concerns are completely unfounded. Tibia moves her body like a seasoned pro, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she swings her club in a beautiful arc, connecting with the ice ball with a satisfying crack of sound. Wade barely has enough time to duck to the side as the projectile comes very close to shearing the tip of his nose off.]

Nice hit, baby girl!

[His voice is positively brimming with pride. Unfortunately, his celebration is about to be short-lived. It's around this time, as he's following the ball's trajectory through the air, that he notices that there's someone milling around a few feet away from them-- someone who is coming dangerously close to becoming collateral damage.]

Oh, shi-- FORE!

[Not the appropriate terminology for the sport at hand, but at least it's a warning.]

[Electro is having a shitty day.

He's always having a shitty day. Because that's the point of it. If he wasn't having a shitty day, he wouldn't be Electro. But right now it's at a manageable levels. He's annoyed, but not pissed, which is pretty good for him.

And maybe even that'll simmer down in a little while, given some time to...

...well. Chill.

And there's some chill, right now! Flying right at him without his knowledge. Until he hears that shout and turns.

And looks up.]

Wait, wh--

[BAM.

Thud.

Looking on the bright side for a moment here... at least it's a very soft landing onto the snow after he gets knocked down. Man, right in the head. That's gotta be, what, at least fifty points?]

Edited 2018-12-19 02:28 (UTC)

[Oof. Wade winces in sympathy as the icy projectile has a brief but memorable encounter with the dude's cranium, and he drops like a sack of potatoes. He's definitely gonna feel that in the morning-- if there's even a morning for this guy after taking an iceball to the face. He turns his gaze to Tibia, who's currently standing there with her face in her hands in horrified guilt and mortification.]

Okay, lesson learned: make sure there's no random passersby the next time we decide to hit a ball at terminal velocity.

[He gathers the small Cubone up in his arms, making his way cautiously over to the man who currently looks, for all intensive purposes, down for the count.]

Hey... you dead, dude? 'Cause if you're not, then our bad. I mean-- if you are it's our bad too, just... makes more of a difference if you're not a corpse right now, y'know?

[Tibia cuffs the side of his head sharply with one claw. This is not the time or place for levity right now.]

Ow! Okay, okay! Sorry. I crack jokes when I'm nervous, you know that. Force of habit.

[The good news is that when you're a supervillain, head trauma is like an old friend. The bad news is that even when you're mostly lightning, it still hurts like a bitch.

The worse news is that Electro doesn't tend to take these things well.

Case in point... the second that he's not dazed anymore, he doesn't so much sit up as shoot up. And a whole mess of crackling electricity is accompanying it. It's directed ahead, sorry not sorry Wade. Although maybe even calling it directed is a stretch, since right now it's mostly just reflex.]

What the hell!

[Yeah, helmet and gloves are off, so that electricity's just. Going.

But hey, at least one of you is immune to it!]

Whoa!

[Wade might not be immune to electrocution, but luckily his reflexes are as sharp as they've ever been. Cradling Tibia protectively in the crook of one arm like some sort of weird bipedal reptilian football, he dodges out of the way of the stranger's sudden electricity attack, doing a sort of awkward side-flip as the beam of energy goes sizzling by.]

Hey, watch where you're pointin' that thing! The hell do you think I am, Lee Trevino?

[Well, that's disappointing. Usually he's pretty good at hitting his target. Unless it's the Spider-Freak, but really, who's counting him?

...Actually, all the red is already too familiar. Great.]

What-- No, you know what, I don't even care! Did you just hit me with-- [He glances down. It's all kind of blending into the snow, but...] ...a ball of ice, seriously?!

[Tibia flinches in Wade's arms, covering her eyes guiltily with her claws. Wade places a hand on her skull comfortingly before turning to address the literal live-wire, keeping light on his toes just in case the other man decides to try his luck with another shot.]

Uhh... maybe? Did you not see the epic snowball fight happenin' all around you, bruh? Jussayin', you go walkin' all willy-nilly into a warzone, it's kinda your own fault if you take a hit. I did give you a heads-up, after all.

[Electro crosses his arms, which... at the very least, is probably a good sign. It means he's less likely to shoot out another bolt as quickly. Not that he's any less mad, because it's Electro, and he has never chilled once, in his life. But you gotta take what you can get with him.]

If I'd seen it, do you really think we'd be having this conversation?! [He narrows his eyes and takes a breath.] But yeah, you know what, you wanna go down that road? 'Cause likewise, if you happen to be in the way when I'm electrocuting whatever's too close, that's your bad.

[At least this guy's open to talking. Regardless, Wade's not taking his eyes off of him, keeping his weight on the balls of his feet just in case this douchebucket decides to take another potshot at him.]

Yer logic there is faulty, pal. Pretty sure there'd be a ton more casualties from you Zeusin' up the place than there would be from chuckin' snowballs around. Can you maybe chill a little? Let bygones be bygones, perhaps? Jussayin', all that pent-up aggression can't be good for your blood pressure.

I don't have pent-up aggression!

[This is punctuated with a flare of electricity. Not directed at Wade, just sort of. A natural flare-up.]

I've got the exact right amount of anger here, not that it's any of your damn business.

...And I don't know if I technically even have a blood pressure anymore!

[Look, these little elf-gremlins have been plaguing Pyrrha all day. With their weird little antics, plus covering the island in a good layer of snow that she absolutely doesn't look prepared for. Enso was actually pretty tropical, and she was training! It's not her fault that she doesn't have a coat for the chilly winds!

It's just a well that this is all a dream. Or somesuch.

She was just making her way... somewhere. The island isn't all that big, but it's not like she really knows where she's going anyway. Away from the snow, perhaps, even if it's everywhere, and more is coming all the time. At some point, she finds herself drawn to the odd sparking lights in the distance. The lights that... quickly reveal themselves to be a person. Sparking.

Huh.

She watches, from a safe distance of course, as Electro blasts the snow and manages to actually hit one of the elves causing all of this. Normally, she would be adverse to such violence, but right now...]

Thank you, I've been searching for the little guys behind all of this for some time.

[This was so incredibly not the goal, but you know what? He's gonna just roll with it.]

...Right. Yeah, sure.

They're obnoxious as hell.

[He's known they exist for like two seconds.]

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