aftr_ooc | 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:

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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anyway fuck the reboot who let draco malfoy in here

[Connor might not be super athletic or strong, but he remembers how to play baseball. His father certainly spent enough time trying to teach him, trying get him to like "proper" activities like sports, that he's at least halfway decent at it.

Admittedly, it's still probably not a great idea to grab a piece of driftwood and treat the coconuts like baseballs. There's no reason to worry, right? This is all a dream and everyone knows dreams don't have consequences.]

this is worse than mcdonalds during saucegate

Okay, hear me out.

[Among the many things that Connor's eccentric mother did instead of taking care of her children was raise chickens. That lasted for about a month before they discovered chickens are mean mothercluckers and gave them away, but Connor remembers what frantic googling taught him: you have to establish yourself as top chicken. These aren't exactly chickens, but he assumes the principle is the same.]

You gotta grab the little bastard's legs, flip him over, and tuck him under your arm.

well call me captain hook and feed me to a crocodile
(cw: suicide mention)

[It's fine at first. He can ignore the weird things following him like he ignores so many other things: responsiblities, his sister, everyone who looks at him with pity in their eyes. He ignores the way they whisper Connor, disappointed and full of pity he doesn't want. But they get more solid the more he glances at them, looking like the shape of everything he failed to be, and then they start ticking. It sounds like deadlines, like his mother's disappointment, like the ever-present knowledge that he? He is living on borrowed time in this dream.

The paranoia creeps in again, even though he'd been - it had been better. It was always better in his dreams, but this felt - he felt more stable than he had in a long time and he's so. He'd just wanted to keep it for a little longer. Feel normal for a little longer.]

What do you want from me, huh? You - I was. I was already dead, you asshole! I already took care of that for you, but [He laughs. It's a broken, sad thing.] here I am. I can't even do that right.

[ooc: or wildcard, i guess! i'll also match format if you're not into brackets.]

[They've never dealt with chickens and it's far too obvious. The slightest flap of wings has Chara flinching away, clearly expecting a threat when-- really, they're just birds. They're just big, blue birds, that have eggs in the waking world. Eggs that could be cooked, a renewable resource. Handling them should be no problem at all.

They just have to uh. Handle them.

Connor's insight into proper handling of the damned creatures gains very little past a blank stare.]

Excuse me?

You have to establish yourself as a bird that takes no [This kid is like ten, he probably shouldn't do a swear huh.] prisoners. If you prove you're cooler than them, they usually learn not to mess with you.

[It's like a pacifist run, except for how eventually everyone will be feasting on delicious blue chicken if they manage this. So really not like a pacifist run at all.]

[More like a soulless pacifist run, except the only one who dies at the end is a chicken. Something that Chara is entirely down for, even if that means-

Picking one of them up. Narrowing their eyes, they stare at him quietly; long enough to confirm that he isn't just pulling their leg.]

If this is a joke, sir, I assure you there will be consequences.

[Some people aren't willing take any shit, ironically.]

The consequences if it doesn't work are we don't get a food source obviously.

[He's tired of coconut and he wants meat. The endless coconut isn't as bad as the time his mother got really into juice cleanses and coconut water at the same time and so they did a coconut water cleanse, but he's pretty sure nothing will be as irritating as having to only drink coconut water for ten days.]

Look, if it makes you feel better I'll go grab that one [He points to what looks like the largest bird.] while you grab one of the other ones.

So you think.

[Because unlike some people, their response to such things isn't screaming in a computer room. But if he's this adamant it will work...]

...Fine. [They glance at the selection of birds available, finally settling on a plump, docile thing that doesn't look like it would put up too much of a fight, either way.] After you.

[At first he had thought maybe Connor was yelling at him, his fur bristling in response. But it becomes clear that isn't the case as Keaton stares off down the beach at Connor... Having a moment, or something. Keaton really isn't sure.

Regardless he hurries over, a little wary of whatever might have caused a reaction like I was already dead but it doesn't deter him. Here Conner, have a man with a tail and canine like ears that visibly droop down out of confusion as he gets closer.]

Hey, c'mon. I don't know what your issue is but... You must've done something right. You were dead and now you're here! That's... A good thing? [Surely it's good, even if it's a dream. Dead people can't dream, so he can't be really dead or... Hmm. He's not quite sure what to think of this.]

[Connor turns and - great. It's a furry cosplayer, giving him advice. This is how far his life has sunken: he is getting advice from cosplayers that's more encouraging than anything his family has ever told him. He can't even muster up surprise that the dream has gotten this weird, honestly.]

I've never done anything right in my entire godforsaken life, up to and including offing myself. [He runs a hand through his hair.] Try again, Courage Wolf.

[Okay, so. Not a great start... Being called Courage Wolf is a good thing though, right? It has to be. He's a wolf. He's courageous. If anything the fact this guy pinned him down so quickly is amazing!

Keaton's tail starts swishing this way and that, wagging away at the assumed compliment.]

You're saying some pretty right stuff now. The wolf thing, not the, uh... Other thing. [Referring to offing himself as just the other thing. Very smooth.] So hey, you've done something right! You can't go saying you've done nothing right now, unless you wanna be a liar.

TEST DRIVE MEME ( 004 )

connor murphy | dear evan hansen

chicken versus rick and morty fans- FIGHT

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id say call me peter pan but that wont help. maybe smee.

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