TEST DRIVE MEME ( 018 )

[lifeaftr_mods]

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.

---

LOGS ● OOC ● STORIES ● MAIN NAVIGATION

( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )

Comments

[maxout]

[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!]

[ishotyouuu]

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?

[maxout]

[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?!

[ishotyouuu]

[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.

[maxout]

[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.

[ishotyouuu]

[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.

[maxout]

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!