TEST DRIVE MEME ( 018 )

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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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Comments

[timaeus_testified]

...oh for fuck’s sake. [There’s a little elf behind the tree. He can see it through the reflection of his shades.]

This place could use sense. [He shivers as the cold wind coming from the localized snow storm reaches him. This is stupid. He could be dumb and march right up to it. He eyes it as he moves to take a path away from it.

A shadow falls over him and too late he tries to bail. A huge pile of snow gets dumped down on him. His hand thrusts up out of the snow. It pats around the top of the pile. Upon locating by feel the right direction he flips the elf off.]

[ratsinadaze]

[Gobbet's snort of laughter at Dirk's misfortune is cut off by a sudden harsh wind that covers her left side in heavy, wet snow. An indignant chittering noise comes from her pocket as a damp, frosty white rat crawls up to her right shoulder and tries to wipe itself dry with its paws.

Shivering and grumbling, she tries to at least uncover Dirk's head so he doesn't suffocate in the snowpile, but her attention is fixed over her shoulder on the stony faced gremlin causing all this nonsense. One wrong move and she's punting you into the tree tops, fucker.]

Try to bolt or kick that thing's ass? Your call, Shades.

[timaeus_testified]

[The sounds are muffled but he can clearly hear a rat having a definite problem with snow. He sighs. Ridiculous antics? Check. Bullshit enemies. Fucking check.

Stupid things bound to happen? Might as well check this too. Bing-fucking-o. He shoves at the snow and is almost out when Gobbet gets his head clear. He thrusts his other arm up and hoists himself out of the snow.

He's damp, shivering, and would like to execute his Punt.exe program. He pauses.]

You know what? Let's wreck him. I'm done hot-footing it and running into steadily more ridiculous and more annoying enemies.

[He scoops up some snow and forms it into a ball, then lets it fly.]

YIKES LIFE GOT AWAY FROM ME SORRY FOR THE WAIT

[ratsinadaze]

Ha, I like the way you think.

[Honestly she was going to look for a weapon and get to work, but snowballs are both more fun and probably more fitting of a punishment. She muses absently on how easily she can be spurred into violence as she turns to the snow pile.

The discomfort of cold fingers is worth the satisfaction of pelting that little nonsense creature with all she's got. It makes a token attempt to dodge, but she's thrown enough acid bolts to know how to lead her shot. Get staggered, nerd.]