TEST DRIVE MEME ( 021 )

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Test Drive Meme #21

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.

In conjunction with our monthly Test Drive Meme, Reserves are now open! Applications will open on March 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.

Come to Ink Of It
Mu is a strange land, and one that seems to take a conscious interest in the activities conducted upon the waking world. This month, its fixation takes an almost childish delight in emulating the ink-spattered wars and hazing that have occured on Ensō's shores - which is to say, Mu would absolutely enjoy a charming little game of Splatoon.

When you wake, it's in a labyrinth of soft, stonelike material that manages to be the rough consistency of foam. If you take the time to inspect it, you'll discover that it's as good at cushioning blows as it is serving as adequate cover...and it appears to have been shaped into plenty of buildings and barricades, threaded throughout the cavernous room in which you've found yourself. In fact, the whole place looks very much like a battlefield of some kind. In case you didn't get the picture, the paint gun in your hands should give you an inkling. Colors may be up to personal preference, but the rules are simple - solo, in a team, or as a double agent, your goal is to paint the town red, or blue, or purple, until victory is tasted in the form of aesthetic domination.

Do keep in mind, however, that battle cries may be a double-edged sword in this scenario. Unless you wanted green teeth.

I AM THE SHADOW, THE TRUE

-looks at smudged writing on hand-

...SHELF

What's more trouble than the true manifestation of all your darkest fears, desires, and secrets? The manifestation of all of the above that's just - not very well-made. In order for a shadow, a true self, to appear, one really should know themself somewhat consciously. Of course, this also applies true to the world in which they're standing; an effort Mu is willing to make, but not quite hitting the mark.

And by "not quite hitting the mark," we mean egregiously. "Shadows" are an off-brand simulation of what one might expect during a typical shadow event, though their attempts at acting like the character they should be are closer to emulating the opposite. Whether based upon a looser definition of canon, a fanon-style iteration of what your character might have been in worse hands, or simply going in a direction that veers into the territory of edgy Harry Potter OCs, your "Shadow" is here, and ready to be a nuisance.

Unlike ordinary Shadows, a "Shadow" cannot be accepted and dissipate as one would hope. Respite from these garish versions of who you really are will come only upon waking. So until then, enjoy attempting to explain just what, precisely, is dogging your every step, and probably refusing to shut up all the while. Though granted, if they share any of your powers - grossly magnified or otherwise - you might be grappling with them in far more ways than one.

A Bug's Eye View
The lush, verdant shores and the peaceful population of newly-arrived island of Cahypdo have been noticeably present on the minds of the islanders lately. Mu has shifted to reflect those thoughts, but as with many things Mu reflects, things have become a little...skewed. For, you see, the native inhabitants of Cahypdo are the Roaka, and as tree-people, they tower over much of the current inhabitants. They range from six to twelve feet in height, generally, but it seems that their heights have left a....very marked impression. The Roaka certainly tower over you now, even more than before - but so does everything else. Wherever you find yourself in the verdant, fertile valley that houses much of Cahypdo's plantlife - whether it's rich jungles or well-tended farmland - you'll be met with the same undeniable height difference.

Trees are dizzying heights to be scaled the same way a mountain might. Blades of grass and colourful flowers you might once have trodden on without a second thought are like a forest unto themselves. And the fields of crops you might have known from the waking world, like sweetcorn, peas, and tomatoes? Even a single ear of corn or a solitary tomato is now a much, much larger obstacle.

Just pray you don't run into any of the native creatures here, as even ordinary beasts can become potential dangers when they're all the size of giants relative to you, and can stamp you to jelly without so much as a second glance. Snaplings might regard you as a tasty little snack, tigerlilies might think you make for a fun little toy, and worst of all, the native Cahypdo entities known as hydrac, warped hybrids of sharks and dragons, might very well decide that you'd be a fine addition to their hoards.

There's a lot to look out for, when you're this small and the world is this big.

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Toriel | Undertale

[goat_mom]

I AM A SHADOW - THE TRUE SHELF

[Toriel is having the strangest dream. She appears to be being followed around by... a much, much "sexier" version of herself. It's still distinctly a goat woman, but its horns are tiny, its breasts are huge, and it has no stomach or musculature to speak of. If Toriel is mom-shaped, it is... MILF-shaped.

It says:] Heeeeey, sweetie, my name's Toriel! I love being called Mom while being flirted with by small children!

[Toriel looks utterly exhausted. Someone help her.]

A Bug's Eye View

[Oh dear, oh dear. Toriel is in a strange place indeed, if she is there, and this is not merely another hallucination of her sleeping mind - is this what the Surface was like? She remembers everything being so much... smaller.

Too much in a dreamlike state to be wary of any dangers even if she was aware of what those dangers were, she continues exploring this strange land. So far, she has not run into any dangers, but who knows? That giant sea of grass nearby might hide a Grasstail. That bush might be a Mimicry.

She calls out as she walks, hoping her voice carries through the enormous landscape.] Hello? Is anyone there?

Wildcard

((Hit me up with whatever!))

shadow

[motherfucking_ghost]

Uhhhhhhhhhh, does it make me a furry if I'm kinda down for it?

[While Church's voice is very uh normal, the darker-armored fella a few steps behind him sounds like someone making fun of James Bond villains.]

Noooo, it makes you an idiot who's easily distracted by breasts.

So, y'know, a normal guy.

[goat_mom]

[Toriel looks up at the strange human in front of her, tiredness written all over her face. She's pretty sure she's being hit on, which would be flattering if he was hitting on her and not the strange facsimile of her that's following her around.]

I am afraid I do not understand. What is a "furry"?

Babe, we can get a little bit furry, if you know what I mean.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Wow, she's like a lady goat version of Tucker.

Perfect for you. Your standards never were very high.

[Perpetually ignoring his own shadow, Church directs his attention to the more mom of the goat ladies.]

Hi, I assume this is a really, really stupid version of yourself that won't leave you alone? Seems like it's going around. Like a disease.

Your mother's a disease. A computer virus, haHA!

Case in point.

[goat_mom]

[She lets out a long-suffering sigh.] Yes. I see you have one as well. I do not know how to get rid of mine, but I would very much like to set it on fire.

Sweetheart, I am the fire! [MILF!Toriel lights a flame on her paw and puts it against her rather stately posterior.] Ssssss!

[motherfucking_ghost]

Man, if I knew how, this asshole would be shot into space by now.

Ohhhh, I'd love to see you try. Go on! Give it a go! Then I can off this miserable wet rock and--

[Church rolls his hand in a 'get on with it' sort of motion.] And get back to dominating the universe, one sapient species crushed under your heel at a time, yes, I know.

I dig the magic though. Caaaan you do that? Magical fire hands?

[goat_mom]

That is correct. Creating fire is indeed one of my abilities. [To demonstrate, she lifts a paw. A roaring flame, though small in comparison to the size of her paws, appears in it, casting an orange glow on her features.]

[MILF!Toriel crosses her arms, unimpressed. She looks towards the humans in front of her, smirking.] Want to see something really hot?

Please do not say yes.

bug's eye

[vagabone]

[Behold, a godzilla-sized skeleton, pushing his way through the forest of grass, and stopping, squinting around. There is a voice, but it's not very loud and he doesn't have the slightest idea where it's coming from. It's bewildering.]

I'm here! Who's saying that? ...Where are you?

[goat_mom]

[Toriel is completely taken aback - not at the skeleton, one of her closest friends is a skeleton - but at the skeleton's sheer size. The skeleton could easily step on her if they weren't careful.

She backs away from the skeleton, cupping her paws over her mouth and yelling to try to get their attention.]

Over here, dearest! Do be careful - I do not wish to be stepped on!

[vagabone]

[Good thing there's nothing wrong with his eyesight, because...

Teeny tiny fuzzy person.

What in the world.

He eases himself down a couple feet away, where there's no chance of any accidental squashing. Sheesh.]

Okay... what's going on here?

[goat_mom]

[Very brightly, and pleased to have got the skeleton's attention, she says:] I do not have the slightest idea. I must admit, I was very much hoping you would know... you are a resident of this strange dream land, are you not?

[vagabone]

Against my will, yeah. [Just like her--just like everyone else. The only thing different about her is... well, rather obvious. Héctor, master of tact, has to ask.]

Are you always so... [He holds his finger and thumb about an inch apart. 'Small' is a dirty word now, apparently.]

[goat_mom]

[She shakes her head.] Certainly not, my dear. I am actually quite large, for a monster.

Although not as large as you, I must admit. Are you usually so tall, or am I just the small one?

[vagabone]

I think you're the tiny one, señora.

[Really, really tiny. 'A bird might swoop down and eat you' tiny. Can't have that, so he holds out a hand that she might be able to climb up on??]

...Or everything's grown huge in the last five minutes. [Not that either possibility makes any sense.]

Bug's Eye View

[in4apounding]

Hello?

[Penny is very lost.]

[Good thing this is a dream or she'd probably be panicking more than a little.]

Miss Elaine, is that- oh.

[She stops as she pushes aside some of the massive grass to find Toriel.]

Who are you-? I mean. ...Salutations?

this really confused me because my name's elaine

[goat_mom]

[Toriel is surprised - but pleased - to see what looks like an older human child greeting her. Of course, all humans are like children to Toriel - she is several millennia old, after all.

She smiles warmly at them.]

Greetings. I am Toriel. What is your name, little one?

pfff, I'm sorry

[in4apounding]

My name is Penny.

[Not who she was expecting, but definitely giving off a very 'mom' vibe.]

When did you get here..?

[Is she from another season of the game? She didn't seem upset enough to be a new arrival, and Penny thought she'd met everyone else already.]

[goat_mom]

[Toriel nods.] A pleasure to meet you, Penny.

I must apologize, little one - I have no idea. I am not even sure if this place we find ourselves in is real - I suspect I am dreaming. Perhaps you are dreaming too?

the true shelf

[journalname]

Hahahaha! Let's go find some people to murder! I love to commit murder!

[Shadow Asgore has a lot going on. He appears to have poorly dyed his hair and beard black, he's wearing an ornate crown and cape that Asgore has absolutely never owned, he is not wearing a shirt, and he is totally shredded. Shadow Asgore has an eight-pack.

Asgore had hoped he was finished with this. He is extremely tired. His double is extremely loud.]

Perhaps you are hungry? We could go and eat some food?

[He's just walking along, trying to figure out some kind of bargain he can strike that will make the yelling stop for the rest of tonight. These dreams often include other people. Running into someone is, of course, a concern.

Running into Toriel is not even a thought in his mind.

Asgore stops up short immediately, looking both shocked and horrified. Oh. Neat. This is the first time he's seen her since she left, and it's this.

Shadow Asgore takes in the scene for a moment too.]

Hey, baby~

[Asgore turns the horrified look on the Shadow. Oh, this is hell. He's in actual hell. That makes sense!]

oh this is going to be good

[goat_mom]

[Not coincidentally, the last thing Toriel is expecting - or wants to see - is Asgore. The dismay when she hears what's distinctly his voice, cheerfully saying he loves to commit murder which doesn't sound entirely out-of-character enough for her liking, is palpable.

When she actually sees Asgore, and his bizarre oversexualized double, she wonders if she can just... leave. But her own doppelganger speaks first, covering her cheeks in her paws.]

Ohhhhh, Gorey, you great big hunk of a man... why did I ever leave you?

[Shadow Toriel winks, leaning down to emphasize her sizable chest.]

Did you miss these?

[Toriel rubs her temple. Oh, this is indeed hell. She attempts to just pretend it isn't speaking.]

Asgore.

IS IT THOUGH

[journalname]

You know it, girrrrrl.

[Asgore knows exactly what he's done to deserve this, but he's still not thrilled. He buries his face in his hands for a moment, the better to not observe what his Shadow and hers are doing. This kind of behavior did not happen the first time.]

Good evening, Toriel. I see you have met the Shadows.

[Breathe in, breathe out. It's only a dream. He can do this. Or at least, he hasn't got very much of a choice about it. The first priority has to be getting the Shadow out of here immediately. There is no second step at this point.]

I will give you that sparring match you wanted, if we can go down to the beach now?

Sparring? This will be an epic clash to the death! I will grind your dust into the sand!

[Asgore sighs. He'd be lying if he said he weren't seriously considering it. Dying probably lets you get out of Mu, doesn't it?]

YES

[goat_mom]

[Toriel's expression is carefully composed, or as composed as she can make it with their doppelgangers hitting on each other.]

Do not "good evening" me, Asgore.

[The doppelganger leans over Toriel's shoulder, grinning a grin that looks strange on Toriel's face.] Oh, girl, why the hate? You know you looooooove him~

I do not.

What's this about a duel anyway? You two gonna fight to the death? Because I'd buy tickets for that. Especially if you were both naked. And wrestling.

[Toriel sighs.] Please do not fight to the death.

[journalname]

...my apologies.

[Was he not supposed to greet her at all? He doesn't know what the rules here are and he is too afraid to ask.]

I am not going to fight to the death. [He catches a look from his Shadow and adds:] Or wrestle. We are not wrestling.

Pansy. How are you ever gonna get any tail like that?

I d - that is not - ! [Oh, god.] I think he may be obligated to follow me if I leave, should I...?

[Like, should he just go?]

[goat_mom]

[Toriel's Shadow angrily sticks her hands on her hips, glaring at the real Asgore.] What? You're NOT wrestling?

[Toriel pinches her snout at all the... everything that is happening here. This is quickly becoming exhausting.] No. They are not wrestling. [Thank goodness.]

And yes. I am afraid that would be best.

[At the suggestion of leaving, Toriel's Shadow pouts not-quite-demurely. She bats her huge eyelashes at Asgore's Shadow.]

Oh, leaving so soon? You wouldn't go without little old me, would you?

[journalname]

No way! We still haven't had any fun yet~

[Shadow Asgore reaches out to grab Shadow Toriel's waist.

Asgore, who had already started off, watches this over his shoulder. He can't just leave Toriel with both of them. Even if she doesn't want his company, abandoning her with that would be much worse.]

Well, goodbye then. Here I go!

[He walks off into the trees, goes about three paces until he's behind some trees, and waits a moment.

...the Shadow is not following him. He goes back.]

Come now, we both know that your business is with me.