aftr_ooc | TEST DRIVE MEME ( 027 )

Test Drive Meme #27

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 September 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.

Eye of the Storm
Unlike the calmer waters of other dreams, this particular one is in a frenzy of activity. The sea thrashes and roars and crawls hungrily up the shores of the unassuming island upon which you've found yourself; it assumes the shapes of tridents, swords and, most notably, the snapping heads of serpents.

The sea isn't acting rough for no reason, it turns out. Right now, it's seething in conflict with torrents of fire that seem to have, however improbably, assumed the shape of a three-headed dragon. Whether the serpent is simply coated in fire or it is fire isn't clear. You don't really need to know the specifics. All you need to know is that, at present, there are two dragons furiously crashing against one another in a dichotomy of fire and water. They issue rushing plumes of steam whenever they connect, scourging deep furrows into the earth.

Adventurers will find themselves thrust into a veritable maelstrom of conflict upon waking. Unlike the case in the waking world, everything is simply too indistinct to grasp or engage with in all but the most oblique manner. All you can do is hold on and try not to get lost - or separated - in these new, wild conditions, and seek shelter as these two behemoths ruthlessly duke it out.

The clash of the elements isn't the only thing you have to worry about, either. Little tails of fire and water will occasionally unspool from the giant wyrms and decide they want a taste of something with a little more body. Though their shapes are indistinct due to their elemental makeup, it will still be evident that these are smaller dragons with a taste for destruction. You can dispel them easily enough, and largely through application of common sense - flame-dragons can be reduced to steam by water or blasts of cold air, and water-dragons can be vaporized by heat and fire - but there happens to be a lot of them, and not very many of you.

There is shelter, however, as a respite from all this. Ruined buildings dot the landscape, impervious to both the water and fire and surrounded by a sense of eerie calm. Though they're long abandoned, as long as you hide in such ruins, nothing can touch you there. Not even the smaller, scuttling dragons can breach those walls, held back by whatever unique arcane constraint lives in the smooth, cool stone.

All you have to do is reach one.

Echoes of the Past
Don't be alarmed if you find yourself waking on the floor of a ruined house in a ruined city on a deserted island. Don't be alarmed, either, if it looks like the edges and corners of most of these buildings, built of simple stone and clay and mortar, look as though they have sustained an awful lot of fire damage in the past. That doesn't have to mean anything, you see.

The houses and buildings here are of an unknown purpose, but the signs of civilization are writ large in stone and on the landscape. And yet, no matter how much you might search, there doesn't seem to be anyone else around.. Abandoned and broken, exposed to the elements without proper care, it's clear that the inhabitants of these places are long, long gone.

Wandering between the buildings will certainly help avoid the heat of the day, and as the day winds on, some thought might be put into gathering the necessities to make it through the night - water from barely recognizable wells, or vegetables scavenged from overgrown gardens that have long since abandoned any semblance of order or restriction.

Still, even devoid of their original owners, the contents of those broken structures might well be interesting in their displays of lives left behind. The blocky, square buildings show a sense of efficiency over articulation, with ornate mosaics carved into the walls as a sense of decor. You might even find piles of strange, smooth stones with speckled patterns decorating their exterior, hard as rock and curiously similar in size. Their function can only be guessed at, but they're quite heavy.

...at least, until they shudder and start to crack beneath the pressure of something moving around...inside of them?

Give it five minutes to an hour, and those stones will prove to not really be stones at all, but eggs. To be specific...?

They contain these little guys. Tiny, baby dragons, newly hatched and eager to imprint upon the first venturing hand to give them the time of day. They can vary in size from barely nine inches in length to just over two feet, and their coloration can be just as diverse. However, it will become clear within mere minutes of meeting your new, scaly charge that they're just the same as any other baby animal: they're needy, demanding, curious, and hungry.

It's advised you go looking around for something to feed them. These dragons are omnivorous creatures, and will eat anything from berries to meat, but either way, they're going to be looking to you to care for them.

A warm congratulations to an unsuspecting parent may very well be in order.

The Sound of Sirens
The idyllic setting of a tropical island might seem perfect for a vacation getaway...or it would be, if this place weren't populated. You aren't here for very long before you hear it - a loud, shrieking siren, shrilling out over the trees. And then another. And another. And another...

Followed by the sound of gunshots.

It turns out you're not in a happy little island getaway at all, but in the middle of a turf war. Stay in one place too long, and you'll realize that you can start to make out blurred, shadowy silhouettes crouched in the underbrush and huddled behind boulders, issuing indistinct shouts as they charge one another with spears and harpoons, or shoot explosive bursts of scattered buckshot with rudimentary firearms.

At first, these shapes merely pass through you. You are but a spectral spectator, lingering on proceedings far removed from you. But as the conflict escalates, you'll find that you're not as immune to this as you might have first thought. The shapes start to sharpen, and before you know it, you'll start to feel those weapons piercing you for real - and they will hurt just the same, too.

But getting caught in the crossfire isn't the worst thing that could happen to you - oh, no. See, if you're not careful, you might find yourself wanting to join them. It might start as a small ember in the pit of your gut - this feeling of displaced upset, that one side of this shadowy war has truly and personally wronged you. Or it might be out of self-preservation, because someone shot you or stabbed you and it hurt, and before you know it, one of the dark, featureless shapes is handing you a weapon for you to pay them back in kind.

There are ways to break out of this, of course. A good shock is all it takes to jolt you back to your senses, though it won't render you immune to the effects of this battle. You'll still have to figure out how to get out of this mess without getting shot or blasted or bled out onto the floor.

Or maybe you can embrace the chaos instead, and decide to wreak a little havoc on the other side. Who are they? Doesn't matter! They're not one of you, so you can make them suffer to the fullest extent, right? Besides, who knows how they might take it if you try to disengage entirely?

One thing is for certain - you won't be getting away from this conflict and out of the battlefield without a fight.

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[A who and a what? Despite himself, the mention of the punk in particular puts Ichimatsu on an instant edge - that descfribes a handful of people that Ichimatsu knew here, but there's only one of them that brings his blood to a simmer every time he imagines that stupid, ugly mug. Such an asshole, and he hated Ichimatsu, too. If he gave Jyushimatsu even the barest hint of his disgusting attitude...]

[They're all in a good mood, though. Ichimatsu tries not to show how tense the idea of Guzma had suddenly made him, knowing how well both his brother and small animals pick up on that sort of stuff; he doesn't want to ruin the easygoing atmosphere. Luckily, Jyushimatsu's presence alone makes it easy for him to relax a little bit.]

Maybe... there's all kinds of weirdos around here. Even if the rest of this island is deserted, you'll probably run into 'em again on the big one.

[He pauses.]

Ah, sorry. I should've mentioned this, but... I've been here before.

[ Another good thing about being Jyushimatsu is that he can just as quickly adapt himself to the worst scenery, like the post-apocalyptic wasteland he and Ichimatsu are strolling across right now. There's enough green to avoid the grimdark atmosphere, anyway. He happily skips along as he occassionally kicks every little rock that stands in his path, a constant bounce in his steps. This is just some kind of weird dream. They'll be back home soon, right?

His hopeful thought cracks a little when Ichimatsu makes that reveal, and it's sudden, and it leaves Jyushimatsu dumbfounded as he blinks at his older brother. ]

Eh?! What do you mean you've been here before???

[Ichimatsu sighs, and manages to make it sound really put-upon, but can't help himself from glancing away with a look of guilt and scratching his jaw sheepishly. He'd just wanted to be truthful about that fact before he started seeming suspicious. Obviously his brother isn't gonna just gloss over it the way he'd hoped, but that question is super loaded...]

[Well, he'll just try to skirt around it for now. When it comes to Jyushimatsu, he knows his little brother will pry everything out of him eventually, but it's not all that relevant at the moment.]

It was a while back, I guess... those idiot oldest two were with me for a bit. Then it was just me. Anyway, don't worry about that. It just means that I know what sort of stuff we should expect.

... baby dragons are new, though.

Osomatsu-niisan and Karamatsu-niisan?

[ Well, they are the eldest ones of course, and they're also idiots, so... that confirms it for him already. He had no idea the three of them were here before? He'd seen them at home pretty much everyday. It wouldn't add up if he didn't think of this world as one big dream that feels real! Would it be dangerous to think about it a bit deeply? Because he's going to think and think some more about it, pupils enlarging instantly.

"Don't worry about that," Ichimatsu tells him, and yes, he shouldn't, but everything seems so wonky to him. Is this some case of time paradox or something? It's kind of a big deal, isn't it? ]

It doesn't make sense whatsoever, but okay...! I can totally live with nonsensical stuff! But... are baby dragons just a new addition someone put in like, a dev adding random things in their game?

It was hell with those two, you know.

[Which is confirmation for Jyushimatsu's first question, though he knows it's not really needed. He couldn't be talking about anyone else, after all. It wasn't actually THAT bad.... but it also super was. He still avoids looking at his brother for a few heartbeats, but the silence that follows gets the best of Ichimatsu, and he eventually glances over to see Jyushimatsu's pupils blown wide in thought.]

[Ngh... maybe that was cruel of him to suddenly drop all that information into Jyushimatsu's head at once. Ichimatsu considers insisting that he let it go a bit more emphatically, but luckily, Jyushimatsu seems to decide that on his own.]

[Thankful that his brother let him off the hook, Ichimatsu shakes his head.]

No... this place is just like that. I think. [he grumbles.] Considering there's gods around here, though, who knows? If this is all a game, I'm seriously gonna kill whoever's in charge...

[ Indeed, Jyushimatsu is letting that matter go... for now, until it comes to a point he will really need to know what the fuck is going on and where all of Ichimatsu's past experience came from. He's satisfied just knowing he's not alone in island hell, reinvigorated by his brother's presence other than his own dragon child's.

Pupils still wide, though, he listens to Ichimatsu's scarce information, which doesn't make him very optimistic. If the gloomy Matsuno has been here for quite a while as he claimed, and he still doesn't know a lot of things, what could Jyushimatsu even understand in case this sort of dream lasts for more than a few days?

A grumbling noise erupts from him, but... it's not his voice. He realizes he's also getting hungry. Thinking too much about this shit might as well speed up the process of starvation. ]

I would be totally up to killing a god or two if we could get away with it!

[ As always, violence is the ultimate solution to almost everything. ]

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