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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 004 )
Test Drive Meme #4
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 October 17th and that Applications will open on October 24th!
Two important notes:
Remember that Reserves will open on October 17th and that Applications will open on October 24th!
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.
Gone Apeshit
The peaceful island upon which you've found yourself is pleasant enough, isn't it? Clear turquoise waters, white sand, verdant copses of trees...it might be a little on the humid side, sure, but what's not to love?
The answer will come in the form of some decidedly simian ululations and howls that will inevitably start echoing through the trees, paired with the occasional loud, firework-like bang of some weapon being fired. The beach itself is safe, or as safe as beaches can possibly be, but setting foot into the jungle proper will prompt immediate, firepower-based retaliation from the group of monkeys that have elected to live there.
A pity Jumpman isn't here, huh?
Motherclucker
Congratulations! After who knows however long you might have spent exploring this strange new land - be it hours or eons or days or mere minutes - you've finally stumbled across some resources that may be viable! You've encountered a flock of bludroc, their nests brimming with speckled eggs that would surely taste delicious sucked raw or fried on a stone.
Unfortunately, this is a rather vast flock of the creatures, and they do not part with their offspring easily. While they lend themselves easily to domestication, these bludroc are quite wild, and quite unwilling to be beset upon by complete strangers. So if you encroach upon their territory, beware...for you may find yourself set upon by an abundance of pecking, flapping, screeching, colorful creatures.
Tick Tock
Mu's world is a curious one, no doubt. Its creatures often bear a strange resemblance to those in the world of LifeAftr proper, but some fauna can be found on no other landscape, in no other context, besides the dreamlike dips and peaks that only Mu can emulate.
One of those creatures is the clockroach.
Today, they seem strangely intent on flocking around those who have crossed into the lands of Mu for the first time; the uninitiated of LifeAftr. Their shapes are indistinct, to start with, but the click-whisper of rustling, mothlike wings almost sounds like your name, being uttered over and over...and over...and over...
They have a curious look to start with, make no mistake. But the longer you look, the more those forms start to solidify into a shadow to mirror your own, devoid of color or feature, but unmistakably resembling your general shape. While their edges are softly blurred and out of focus, their forms rapidly begin to solidify the more you interact with them. Speaking to them, touching them, even acknowledging them by looking their way, failing to ignore them utterly, will gradually start to bring them into greater clarity and focus. They do not speak. They merely follow - a shadow of your very own, unattached and allowed sentience.
The apparition may soothe and speak all it likes, but the artificial dread worming in your heart refuses to be shucked away. Everything else is a shadow hostile, a creature mistrusted. The fog is a tripwire that will surely trap you; that person approaching from over that hill? Doubtless here to kill you, and see that your invisible clock winds to an end.
But that dark storm boiling in the shadow behind you? Surely that has nothing to do with it...
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
MOTHERCLUCKER, IT'S A KEATON ♥♥
She exhales a puff of air like a sigh, shaking her head. Even this silly boy who smells so much like herself is quick to take and give nothing in return. The poor Bludrocs are flustered and crowing, and getting into the fray would be ill-advised when they're so clearly planning to retaliate, but...well, let's just stop before it escalates and he has a horde of the feathery hens leaping upon him over nothing.
Ammy calls her Fan Menu into existence, the tiny puff of smoke signalling its appearance - she presses her nose to a picture of a feed bag - roasted seeds, of course - and another puff of smoke before the bag appears where the fan once was. By the gods, she's really going through these, isn't she? But these silly fools need the life lesson... It's always better to give before you take. Taking the feed bag into her teeth, the wolf drags it into the midst of the clamoring hens and knocks it over, spilling the contents over the ground. A few loud barks and a howl to get their attention, and the hens stop their caterwauling to scurry over to the wolf and her delectable seeds, pecking hungrily at the ones that litter the ground.
She wags her tail at them all, then shoots a look at the wayward pup, folding her ears back and rolling her lips over her teeth - a lupine scowl. Licking her lips, she nudges a feasting Bludroc with her nose and looks over to a pile of feathers that was undoubtedly loosed when they were all screeching. May I? - her eyes ask, and the hen blinks dimly before digging back into the food provided. She picks her head up, and makes a clear show of trotting proudly over to the pile, and gently picking out a handful of colorful feathers.
This is how it's done, pup.]
IT'S AN AMMY HEY THERE
Keaton stands by his treasure horde, watching with his arms folded as this wolf waltzes on in with her seeds and... Asks for feathers? Sure looks that way. Huh. Maybe being polite and kind is the way to go. There's a lesson here.
... Holy shit the hens are distracted, he could totally make off with one of their better looking nests.]
Those twigs, the fuzz and feathers just all woven in there... It's a treasure trove in a treasure trove! Come to Keaton...!
[He has learned nothing. Sorry fancy looking white wolf. Thanks for the distraction though, you're a real pal.]
YO YO I'M HALF ASLEEP BUT I LOVE KEATON ;w; a good soft boy
SHE HOPES THEY GO STRAIGHT UP CUCCO ON YOU. >8C
In fact, she's tempted to ruffled the hens' feathers just enough - or maybe pelt one at this guy's face - but sheer willpower tilts the scales in Keaton's favor at the last second. He really isn't doing much more than aggravating the birds, and just stealing items they don't need nor want. She just hates the fact that these poor birds ar getting so scared by the wayward pup here, and growls softly at him. Ah well, the birds do indeed seem distracted by a free meal, so it's enough...for now.
Alas, how she desperately wishes she still had her Deluge brush skill - this wet behind the ears doggy needs a hard lesson on not stealing to get something he wants. Welp, maybe not rain, but... Ammy draws a line from the flames of her reflector to the tip of Keaton's tail, and snickers quietly to herself when it ignites with a small puff of flame. It'll go out in just a second, but that should startle him plenty - and maybe serve as a lesson to him! Don't mess with other peoples' stuff without asking.]
YO LISTEN WAKE UP he is a tough rugged boy nothing soft about him!!! 1/2
As demonstrated by him nabbing The Best Nest. The mother lode of all things nest related. It all comes together so beautifully it's like a work of art! Old discarded eggshells making up the base, hairs and grasses matted together in a way even professional weavers can't manage. And the smell!]
Ooh yeah, that's the stuff. Never has there been a stink more divine than a well used birds nest.
[Pup has issues. Don't worry about it.
As delightful a smell as it is though, there's some other scent in the air. Almost smokey like. Did someone set up camp nearby or something? It sure smells a lot like. Well, him in a way. Huh.]
2/2 (he's absolutely a soft boy shhh)
Fire?! Why is it on fire?! Put it out, put it out!!
[In a panic Keaton drops the nest, breaking it into pieces as he desperately tries patting his tail to snuff out the flames. The shouting wolfskin ends up grabbing the attention of the bludrocs from their meal, all the birds watching the guy hopping around making a fool of himself.
Once the flames are out and Keaton is positive his poor tail won't be suffering any lasting damage he looks around, noticing all the little beady bird eyes on him. And of course little miss fancy wolf.]
... What are you looking at, huh?! Do you wanna-- Uh, what I mean is... Would you stop staring at me?! Just go look at your food or whatever!
[His ears flop down against his head as he says that. It's almost like he can feel all those birds judging him. Watching him. Why this.]
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Satisfied by her mischief, Ammy picks herself up, shakes off her fur, then shoos the hens away from the sack. That enough for you, too, she needs to keep some of these bags in tact...there's only a few she has left. Whisking the bag (and a few stray, beautiful feathers) back and away into her fan menu, the white wolf stares at the young man and chuckles again. Alright, she'll leave you be with your 'treasure' hoard there... Just don't steal anything of too great value, or bother the actual nests of the birds - the ones that still have eggs of little hatchlings in them. Ammy's sure that not only will she be upset, but the Bludrocs will probably engage in full on combat at that point.
She stretches her back, shakes off her fur, then begins to wander away. Nice meeting you, strange fellow wolf...man...it was fun! Maybe they can play again sometime, now she just sort of wans to curl up and replenish the ink she lost with that 'attack' just now. Yawning loudly, Ammy trots in the opposite way back toward the beach to find some sunny spot to rejuvenate herself. He's welcome to follow, of course - she clearly can't tell him what to do. B( - but she won't be the best of company for maybe another hour or two.]
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Keaton angrily stamps one of his feet, acting more like an upset child than the proud wolfskin he tries to come off as. He dropped the best treasure he found today, the birds clearly think less of him now- What does he have to lose if he gets a little upset, really?]
Yeah, you take your dumb seeds and leave! If you stick around my ears will probably go up in smoke next anyway!
[He's on to you Ammy. Don't think he's going to forget how she waltzed in to feed the birds and decided to sucker punch his pride while she was at it. Stupid wolf.
... What's even more frustrating though, more than the broken nest and his tail being messed with, is that after all that? He's actually curious how she managed it. There's clearly way more to this white wolf than what he's had a taste of today, even Keaton can tell that much.
It's too bad he feels utterly defeated, otherwise he would absolutely follow her down to the beach to pester her. He opts to gather what treasures he has and call it a day on hassling the bludrocs any further instead.]