TEST DRIVE MEME ( 004 )

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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:

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.
That's right: monkeys. Monkeys wielding rudimentary technology, no less, the most prominent example of such being the cannon-like, primitive firearms that shoot coconuts at interlopers. While their precision is not excellent, a direct or indirect hit can cause incredibly serious injury. Sure, you could opt to stay on the sidelines...but without any resources on hand, your only remaining solution is to either risk starvation or exposure, or to confront the gun-toting monkeys directly.

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.
Once they're solid enough to touch, you'll begin to hear a sound. A low, repetitive tick-tick of a timepiece, moving ever closer to some unseen deadline with terrifying regularity. It starts quietly, at first, but begins to grow louder, louder, until it drowns out all else.

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...

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Comments

[onemanstrash]

[He goes through all this effort wrecking his own clothing only to have the "good boy" card drawn on him? Typical.]

Aww, and aren't you a good girl?! Pulling yourself together like that.

[There's a roll of his eyes as he speaks, tone dry as anything... His tail seems to be wagging pretty quickly though, since the good boy comment actually. Just ignore it. It's what Keaton tries to do.]

I've seen way worse than you before. Think blood spurting out all over, that kinda deal.

[He's got a nice sized hole in his shirt from pulling it apart like he is, but thankfully he's soon able to drop a few uneven strands of thread into her hand.]

[frankenfran]

I try. [She actually blushes like he just paid her a highly flattering compliment and flutters her eyelashes.]

Hmm, I have too. Blood and parts and everything in-between strewn about... It's such a waste sometimes. But usually people are a little more scared.

[The arm crawls back to Fran and she begins looping the thread through the eye of a needle, before getting to work sewing one arm back to her shoulder.]

Oh-- I'm Fran, by the way. Those monkeys got a little out of control, but thank you for helping me~

[onemanstrash]

[... Why is she blushing?? That's just weird. He wasn't even trying to flatter her! Ugh.]

Oh yeah, guts all over the ground, that too! See something like that enough times and there's nothing scary about it... Don't think I've ever been scared of this kind of thing though.

[Shrug. It's all just a part of being a wolfskin really. He's killed so many humans after his pack for their pelts no amount of gore could faze him.]

I'm Keaton. Don't thank me, I was just following your arm 'cause I thought it would make a neat treasure. [The thanks does nothing for his tail though, making it swish about even faster as his ears bob up and down slightly.]

[frankenfran]

What an exciting life you must lead to see all of that! [She hums and nods as if in agreement with her assessment and gets to work on attaching the other arm.]

Pleased to meet you, Keaton. Normally I have plenty of extra body parts hanging around, but coming here seems to have robbed me of all but the basics... But if I find myself with some extra limbs, you're welcome to have one. Are you partial to arms, or would any do?

[Next her leg... She grabs it, and then pauses, looking at Keaton with a pointed stare] You should turn around for this.

[onemanstrash]

Heh, I guess. It can be pretty exciting, killing all the humans after your pack. [He nods along. Plenty of guts and gore involved in defending his people.]

Anyway-- You'll seriously give me one of your extra arms? You're not yanking my tail?! [Just like that he's gone from talking about killing people to getting excited.] Doesn't have to be an arm of course! Could be just the hand, or a foot! Anything works!

[And for a moment he just stares at her, tail wagging enthusiastically while his head takes a moment to catch up with what she's asking. Turn around? But it was cool watching Fran sew herself back up, why is it- Right. Her leg. Okay, quickly turning around now.] ... I'd take a leg too. So long as it moves and does stuff by itself like your arm. [Just saying.]

[frankenfran]

Pack-- Oh, so you're a wolf hybrid? I was trying to figure it out, but I didn't want to be so rude as to just ask outright.

[She looks a bit sheepish--it probably would've been better to just ask though. But she hums in response to the question, answer slightly muffled as she bites into the thread to finishing knotting a section of her arm in place before fully moving onto her leg. Once she's sure he's not looking she can hike up her skirt to work on connecting the leg--torn at mid-thigh--back together.]

If I'm not using it, it' just go to waste, right? Might as well give it to you. If you want some extra moving limbs, I could always give you any I can find... Making then animated again doesn't take much, really.

[His admission of taking a leg though makes her pause] A leg man...? I guess some guys are more into that. [She's teasing. Probably.]

[onemanstrash]

Who cares, should've just asked! Not like I care if you just wanna ask stuff... But uh, yeah, I'm not a wolf hybrid. I'm a wolfskin.

[As a proud wolfskin leader its important to get that distinction down.

There's some slight temptation to look back. Less because of the position she's in, more because he wants to see more of that sewing. It reminds him of the stitching on the Faceless back home... But nope, he keeps looking dead ahead. Which as just as well really given his cheeks are about to get a little pink.]

Who wouldn't be a leg man after seeing a leg like yours? [... Wait.] One that moves and does stuff on its own! It doesn't have to be yours or anything. [Smooth.] Or even a leg in the first place! It's the moving that's important.