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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 )
Peter Quill/Star-Lord | MCU
it was a thing that they'd discussed every now and then on the Milano - 'we need a vacation after we've saved the galaxy twice!' 'The galaxy can be left alone for like one week, right? It's enough to sip tequila on the beach all together.' Rocket had exnayed the beach idea to begin with - apparently water and cybernetics definitely did not mix. Quill could understand that on some level, but he'd still managed to convince his raccoon pal by noting that water wasn't necessary, just good alcohol and a good time. The word 'alcohol' was enough to entice him, and Quill mentally noted that eventually, eventually, he'd probably have to stage some kind of intervention. But not soon. He wasn't prepared yet to experience constantly-sober Rocket Raccoon. That was something that could kill an entire fleet.
But now he was actually on a beach. It was a real, genuine vacation! ....Just, none of his friends were here. Which was making it far less enjoyable. Plus, there was that...was that howling?
It was howling. Directly from the jungle. And apparently, his mind wasn't working right, because he felt like he probably needed to check that--and the minute he walked in far enough into the jungle (which seemed normal, for the most part, up until this point), he encountered...oh. Shit. Those were monkeys. Those were monkeys with guns.
And they were staring right at him.
Quill threw up his hands in a 'don't shoot', gesture. "Uh. Hey, guys. Guys? ....Are some of you girls?" Well, if a raccoon talked, there was a chance they'd get this. Maybe. "Look, I'm not going to take your ape king off to New York or anything, and I definitely do not want any of your bananas. So how about we just part ways without violence? How about that?"
....They didn't look agreeable.
Quill was no stranger to thievery. Being that the Ravagers were what they were, the idea of 'you're small, scrawny, and can fit into tiny places' as a child was a rather familiar one. This, however, was a far different story in terms of what he was stealing - it wasn't something valuable that'd go on a space black market for a hefty price, it wasn't something that Ravagers showed any interest in.
It was an egg.
The man darted through the jungle, a flurry of blue and feathers following him. "Excuse me, sorry, pardon me, if you hear squawking I'm sorry in advance!" Was there anyone ahead? Hell if he knew. He just knew that behind him was a flock of angry, blue birds, and in his hand was an egg, because when you're trapped on an island for who knows what or how, you have to eat.
It was probably going to taste like shit, too. But it was something.
A little birdy tells me you're new to dwrp- welcome!
Nobody is happy about this.
...
One person is mildly happy with this. Low to the ground, they've been waiting for a window of opportunity to present itself for some time- simple, to get closer to where the monkeys were camping (keeping watch? guarding? difficult to tell). Much more difficult to catch them off-guard. They hadn't precisely been counting on the man's abrupt interference, but hey. Chara's not complaining.
With his loud attempts at placating the simians, Quill is the only one who might just see them; a child, slinking out of the undergrowth. Knife in hand, they creep- just a little closer...
Before leaping on the nearest ape's back, knife sinking down between it's shoulder blades. Immediately, it howls, already trigger-happy companions whirling around to fire. When you've just been stabbed in the back, would taking a series of coconut projectiles to the face and torso be considered insult, or injury?
Thank you! A welcome from a fellow Undertale fan is always welcome X3
And then he sees them. Was that a kid? It sure looked like it, and they were holding a knife. Well, that'd probably help.
Wait.
That was literally a child holding a knife. And the child dove in and stabbed one of the apes with a glory that would make Drax beam with pride. Holy crap. Immediately, Quill pats at his side - c'mon, where's the gun, where's the gun--got it! He immediately tries to fire at the apes in return, his elemental gun on a non-lethal setting before taking a look at the kid.
"....So. Hi. Did you have a plan with this, or are we improvising?" Maybe they weren't a kid. Maybe they were just short. That's what Rocket would've thought, anyway.
you'll find no shortage of undertoots round these parts
And to chat, apparently.
"Kill them before they kill us not good enough for you?"
Welcome to DWRP! Nice use of code! Also, thief prompt.
Regardless, he easily catches up to Quill once he sees the birds chasing. "What did you do?" He sounds a little amused, not at all scared or winded. A strange person indeed.
Thank you! I tried my best, it's a bit odd transferring from forums but I'm doin' it!
"Uh. Some kind of survival of the fittest bullcrap to justify this, yadda yadda, long story short I took an egg and apparently birds aren't the most fond of people stealing their unborn babies, who knew. But I mean, guy's gotta eat."
At least most forums use html. It makes the changeover easier - I started in forums too.
The ghoul knocks the bird away easily, possibly killing it - hard to say with the island being so insane. The next one gets smarter though, and goes for the eyes. Uta whirls about again, wiping a small amount of blood away from one now-closed eye, after smacking this interloper away, too.
True, that does make things easier, I just have to make more icons than I would normally
The bird was knocked away, and Quill almost grimaced. Poor thing. Maybe it died, who knows, but the next bird went for the eyes, that one getting knocked away as well after drawing blood. "Shit, these little guys are smart..." He mumbled, before he slid to a halt - that was a pretty big river ahead.
"Uh. Can you see any way for us to get outta he--....sorry. Bad word choice, uh." Smooth.
True. You can usually search tumblr though!
From Peter's perspective, that eye is jacked up, slashed but no longer bleeding, and already haeling back to black-and-red, or at least more healed than it should be. "Just turn. They'll catch up again, but it's not a big deal."
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....Before he realizes that's not all of them, and the ones that he didn't hit are even more mad.
Flark.
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