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A NEW WORLD COMING ( 024 )
A New World Coming
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 June 24th!
Two important notes:
In the meantime, feel free to refer to our usual rules regarding the TDM. All prompts are miniature versions of events that have transpired in the past. You may visit any of the links provided if you're interested in additional information.

In conjunction with our monthly Test Drive Meme, Reserves are now open! Applications will open on June 24th!
1. LifeAftr's test drives take place on the island of Mu, which is always watching. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not
2. Due to the nature of Mu, threads in our test drive can not only be accepted as thread samples in your application, but are the game. You cannot choose who you are in this world. You cannot change fate. You cannot change fate. You cannot change fate.

And It's Just Around The Bend
The whole world is ending.
Beneath you, the first rays of a new sun slink across the ice-coated ground, sending whirls of steam curling up into the air. Everything will eventually be reborn to the way it was, much like the sun itself. At the very edges of the island, shadowy creatures that appear to have crept out of the darkest recesses of your mind mill about on the ocean shores, eager to avoid the burning eyes of the sun.
Of course, that's all happening a very, very long way down. Miles below you, in fact. The ground below is still cast in perpetual dark, while the sky itself is sunlit and dazzling.
As fingers of new light creep out across the horizon and ignite the air with a soft, daylit warmth, you find yourself sky high on one of many floating islands that shift and change within your presence. The landscape of these islands is extremely malleable, and not just in a general sense. Each island you make contact with will begin to "mold" itself to you, attempting to reformat its landscape to appear as a place that you desire to see again. Somewhere important. Somewhere comforting. A memory. While it cannot recreate people or exact circumstances, it can imitate landscapes and buildings, or make the nearest attempt to do so.

In short, you'd better run. Run, while there is still ground beneath your feet.
The world is ending around you - and if you're not fast enough, you'll end alongside it, namely by plunging a long, long way down earth. If the fall doesn't kill you, the hungry, burning eyes of the dark shadows lumped below very well may.
There's A New Voice Calling
The Trial of Orpheus is a very particular practice performed by one group of LifeAftr's inhabitants, residing on the draconian civilization settled on the island of Ai'tuoh. Enacted only upon those who break one of Ai'tuoh's many laws, it requires those convicted to pass into the Standing Water - a slumbering city of lost souls.
A city you've just arrived in.
The first thing you’ll likely feel is the crushing, biting, bone-deep chill, paired with the sensation of falling down some great, fathomless abyss. No jolt or sudden impact awaits you, however. Instead, your fall will slow, even out, as though your personal gravity is reorienting itself, and you’ll find yourself blinking awake in...Ai'tuoh.
Or rather, in a very strange version of it - what can only be described as a dark, colorless mirror of the city of Ai'tuoh. The buildings loom darkly overhead, their edges strangely irresolving, as though being peered at through ripples of water.

Your only hope is the connections you make with others. Be it emotional or physical, positive or negative, this journey requires you to remain part of a pair, talking, hand-holding, even carrying each other through the city as you seek out the means to escape. The pervading sense of exhaustion that grips your bones almost seems core to the city itself, and the longer you remain, the more that lethargy will sink into you. There will be nothing more tempting than simply lying down and closing your eyes...but you have to keep moving. Do you understand? You have to keep moving, because if you don't, there really won't be any saving you.
The most definitive way out is a bright strand of color that winds through the abyss, vibrant red and almost threadlike, gradually ascending upward into a glimmer of light. Find someone to connect to, hold onto that guiding thread tightly, and whatever you do, do not let go.
Or you risk sinking into that endless slumber, possibly for good.
You Can Hear It If You Try
Of course, if you'd prefer to relax within your dreams, the white-picketed community of Ziziphus may be precisely what you're looking for. An idyllic town located on a fairly remote island of LifeAftr, Ziziphus comes with all your modern amenities - electricity, cars, showers. Here, you can spend your evenings watching the television, tucking in your kids or playing drinking games with your roommates. And in the morning, it's time to meet the day, whether work, study, or housework awaits you. Why, it's the perfect picture of textbook suburbia, from the neat squares of well-manicured lawns to the incontrovertibly cheerful sound of the newspaper thwacking against the doorstep each morning.
Sorry - you've never had this job before? You don't have kids, or even want them? Of course you have, silly - you've been here for the last five years. You've gone to the same school since you became old enough to study. In fact...you've been living here your whole life.
Is that wrong? Of course it isn't. There's nothing wrong here. There's nothing wrong here. There's nothing wrong here.
Right?

If you think too hard about this eerily cheerful life, about how you technically shouldn't even know what "electricity" is, or about any of the inconsistencies that run counter to the life you thought you had...well, don't think too hard about it. Don't think about the creeping scent of rot that swarms up into your nostrils should those awful thoughts ever cross your mind. Don't start asking questions, posing innocent queries to the perfect smiles perpetually stamped across the faces of your friends and neighbors and children who carry out their daily routines with all the soulless efficiency of wind-up toys. Don't start thinking about how, if you dwell too much on the uncanny nature of this neighborhood, it starts to feel like you can't...quite...breathe...
Oh, god. You have to get out of here. You - you have to not think about it. You have to not think about it, so don't. So don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.
Everything, and everyone, is precisely as they should be.
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
varian | tangled: the series
2. i feel the danger in the walls
3. this place has taken me
3.
But the image can't be changed, as a stray, white dog--no, not a dog...a wolf, barks furiously from across the street. Now that...that certainly isn't normal. Wolves don't roam around the streets like that, and they aren't quite as...pristine in appearance, like dirt itself seems repelled of her coat. It's off a ways, pacing back and forth, soft whimpers becoming loud, impatient...and those barks continue to grow, paws scratching furiously at the sidewalk. Seems like it wants to draw closer, but something, something is stopping it from doing so.
And, for but a brief second, the scent o rot becomes strong, overpowering, sickening--
Before it's all rewound again. Nothing is wrong. It's fine. Everything is normal. It's all normal. Even the horrible, distressed, panicked barking and scratching is N O R M A L.]
no subject
Not a dog. That's a wolf. Just like in the forest right outside the-- What forest? It's the suburbs. There aren't any woods around.
Varian blinks and, god, there's that scent again. He shudders a little, trying to push back the nausea he's feeling at that, before it suddenly vanishes.
Turn away, says something inside him. Everything's fine and normal and he'll be late for school at this rate. He should ignore the sounds and just keep on.
Everything is normal.
Go about the day as always.
Except... he doesn't. He starts walking, eyebrow curiously raised, as he approaches the dog wolf ▒▒▒▒▒
...Why'd he walk over here again? Wait. No. The sounds. Barking. That's normal.]
Uh. Hey, you doing alright there...?
no subject
Like the severing of a thread.
All around Varian are vines, thick, curling, writhing, twisting...encasing him in a nest of ropy reeds, pushing against his arms, legs, chest... There's pain, a suffocating sense of dread, and that sickening smell of sweetness about them - the smell of compost, of decay. And the wolf now is struggling against those very vines that hold the boy captive, teeth pulling and biting as her claws rip and tear. She makes it near, but only by small inches. Even as the vines seem to snap and break by an invisible force seeming to cut through them like a knife - or even a sword - dozens more come to defend the prize.]