TEST DRIVE MEME ( 019 )

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Test Drive Meme #19

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 January 17th, and Applications on January 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.

Let's Be Heroes
Back in December on the recent island of Maati, the Trial of the Brave was intended to challenge those who approached life with hesitation; the timid, the uncertain, and those who trend too easily toward inaction. Mu, of course, has a habit of neglecting the finer details. And thus...here you are, whether you need the intended lesson or not.

Armed with nothing more than a torch, a short sword, and the clothes on your back, you're sure to enjoy the scenic view of labyrinthine stone walls, low-hanging ceilings, sharp corners hiding all sorts of secrets, and a thick, foreboding darkness. Your light, and the torches of others making their way through the dark, are the only breaks in the seemingly uniform dark.

Those and the lights of the eyes of the other things down here with you, of course. Hidden throughout the maze are scattered innumerable creatures, all of them happy to take advantage of those wandering about on their own. Nighthooks are fiendish, shadowy monsters that appear in the shape of a long-fingered hand. While they cannot physically hurt anything, they specialize in slinking out of the darkness to snuff out any light source they can find...like your torch, for example. Also abundand are the grimlings, hulking, dog-like creatures composed of a seaweed-like blackness and glowing coals for eyes. Should you come across one, several more are bound to be nearby, as they travel in packs. And they are always hungry.

For those lucky enough not to stumble across these creatures? Enjoy your stumble through the dark. There's an exit around here somewhere, if you look hard enough. Probably.

The Waiting Game
The second trial Mu has appropriated is the Trial of the Patient. This test was named for those who exhibit the very antithesis of patience, initially intended to draw in the brash, the reckless, those easily incited into action, and so on. Instead of a dark and lengthy maze, Mu has instead concocted a brightly lit room to test your patience, and lack thereof.

So you should have no trouble at all seeing the entirety of the expansive, gaping void that stretches between you and the only way out.

Stranded on a singular ledge, the space in which you wake is white and seemingly infinite. No ceilings or walls are visible, and peering over the edge of the small platform reveals no flooring below to catch you. The only distinct characteristics to this room are the door opposite you, positioned some couple hundred feet away. There's nothing for you to grab or cling to in order to make your way over there faster. In fact, nothing else seems to help, either. Flight, teleportation, gadgets, you name it - each attempt will inevitably fail, and give you just enough time to contemplate all the ways you went wrong as you go plummeting down (or is it up?) into that endless void. What a shame. Luckily for you, this dream is happy to give you a second chance! And a third, and a fourth...and however many it takes, really. Those who fall will, just as the initial adrenaline shock starts to run out, abruptly find themselves standing right back on the platform where they started. Once again, they'll find themselves staring at that infuriating, impossible-to-reach door. Seems like you may be stuck where you are, for the time being.

We say "for the time being," because the other distinct attribute of this loosely defined room is a second platform, drifting steadily from the doorway to your position. Once it reaches you, you'll be able to climb aboard, and be safely ferried across the room to the exit you so greatly desire. Once it reaches you. Once it...well, it seems to be taking some time. A few minutes. An hour. Something in that ballpark, maybe. Got a good book on you? No? Guess you'll have to find some other way to wile away the time.

You, and whoever else you happen to be stuck with.

Water Rising
The island of Ensō is a relatively flat island, aside from a lone, steep mountain to the north. Mu is less so. It tends to mold itself to whatever shape best suits it, and in this case? It has chosen Ensō. And so that is where you find yourself - positioned at the base of its mountain, no less, only several feet up the beginnings of its slope. Unfortunately, there's not much time to take in the new scenery. Stretched out along the island's coast is a beach of glittering white sand. Further inland, the green sprawl of a jungle blots the horizon. But there's also plenty of ocean. And therein lies the problem.

Creeping through the treelines and rapidly pooling about the mountain's base, said ocean levels are rising quickly. Very quickly. Those who wish to stay and enjoy the view of an island underwater are welcome to it. For everyone else, the only other option is the obvious one: to climb.

To climb very, very quickly. As luck would have it, the rising waters aren't the only danger present. Those too slow to escape its wrath will surely drown, but the higher up you go, the thinner the air becomes, and the more searing the heat. To the west, a crop of dangerous creatures known as lungblossoms claim the wooded thickets that offer reprieve from the intense and unrelenting rays of dream-sun. A confrontation with these living plants may expose you to hallucinogenic spores fit to fill your senses with horrific, nightmarish visions, so tread lightly...but not slowly.

At the mountain's very peak, an empty temple awaits those who can make it to the end of this terrible and impromptu gauntlet. It will provide shade and a space for the exhausted survivors to congregate. Tend to yourself and others, if you like- or head back out to locate those who haven't had such luck in reaching this haven.

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[promfight]

[Whoa, hold on a second. This chick is lacking. Like, seriously lacking... No wings, no fangs, no tail or horns or poisonous snakes for hair... Heck, she's not even undead or anything! What the fuck??

Damien squints his eyes a bit, his grin curling downward into a scrutinizing scowl. Did...did an actual human get put into the maze? That's bullshit, everyone knows humans are like, the lowest of the low on Damien's Murder Meter. They're weak, squishy, lame sons of bitches. Unless they're religious. Then it's like, bottom tier at the least. Not at much fun to butcher, but at least it's still entertaining to watch them PRAY FOR MERCY.

This? This here?? It's just sad.]

Ugh, you're just a regular ass person.

[somedummiesarecute]

[ he's practically pointing a finger at her, pointing out the fact that she's... 'boring'. Which, to her credit, Plumeria has never been. She dyed her hair and changed her game and...despite it not being her intention, she was always found to be...interesting. The fact that he's practically yawning with that gook on his face makes her eyes crinkle, but the smile never comes.

Salazzle slinks around her ankles, watching this red, pointy dangerman. What a weirdo. They are doing mani pedi's when they get out of this mess. ]

Yeah? You obviously aren't.

[promfight]

[I mean, this is a guy who lives in a monster realm where he can commit arson, mass murder, and grand theft on multiple counts and (usually) get away with it. Being the Prince of Hell helps in there somewhere, but only so often can Damin avoid going to jail for the crimes he commits on an hourly basis. You'd expect him to be paid for this shit, but no. He is, however, giving her hair a...few interested glances. Hm.

His tail flicks and Damien grins widely, chuckling as he twirls the sword in one hand again.]

Nope--whoops, DUCK!! [Better listen, because in the next second, he's hurling the sword at Plumeria. Or, well, at what was slinking up behind her. It was a Nighthook, sliding up the wall behind her, spindly fingers reaching for her before the shaft of the sword hits it where its shadowy palm would be. It seems to flicker a bit, fingers curling up as it descends back into the dark....for now. Damien flips it off for good measure, then turns back to the lady.]

Please tell me this isn't some crap escort mission, because I will leave your body behind so fast you won't hear the sound of your neck snapping from the whiplash.

[somedummiesarecute]

[ she drops down, her heart still pounding from the running she'd been doing with Salazzle. The sword flies over her head and demolishes...whatever was behind her. She rises slowly and takes a few steps forward. ]

What are you talking about? [ he's speaking in riddles-- and no one, no one has ever needed to escort Plumeria anywhere. Except in a police station a few times. Man. That was dreadful. After a quiet moment, she continues. ] You get a kick out of this, don't you? Weirdo.

[ he might be crazier than Guzma. Maybe. Certainly more bloodthirsty. ]

[promfight]

What are you talking about?! [Damien parrots, going to retrieve his sword - he's not leaving that behind, oh hell no - and pull it out from the wall with a grunt. Jerking it out, he holds it over his shoulders with the flat side, frowning.] I'm pretty sure humans aren't supposed to be on this side of the pond or whatever the hell. I mean, you guys have a shitfit over someone throwing a colored frisbee too far and call it aliens.

...Though I am kinda surprised you didn't keel over after looking at me. Most people start their hymns or wards in Latin. [He grins, laughing through his teeth.] Doesn't stop me either way, but you know... Whatever tickles you mortals' tits.