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TEST DRIVE MEME ( 001 )
Test Drive Meme #1
Hello, and welcome to our very first test drive! 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 July 17th and that Applications will open on July 24th, in preparation for the game’s official opening on August 3rd!
But first, two important notes!
Remember that Reserves will open on July 17th and that Applications will open on July 24th, in preparation for the game’s official opening on August 3rd!
1. The island of Mu 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.
Shipwrecked
The white sand of the beach ridges the island’s edge, even if the clear water soon becomes murky the further out you look across the horizon until the turquoise gleam of the tide disappears in a coil of surrounding fog. Indeed, your best prospects may very well be to strike out among the trees or the crags looming out over the foam-capped waves. There’s lumber to be found and made from the palm-like trees, potentially fruit or edible tubers of some kind if you forage about some. The further you travel, however, the more of your surroundings will reveal themselves in a steady unspooling of curiosities.
One corner of Mu’s current construct drops away into a sheer cliff, initially too dangerous to brave for all but the more daredevilish, but if one starts to scan the sharp rocks below, you might catch sight of what appears to be sodden planks of wood - a wreckage tossed up against the rocks. And a little further...a bobbing, shattered wreck of a lifeboat’s remains, potentially bearing supplies that might yet be salvageable.
Fashion what you can from the wood and stone around you or scavenge from the ruin of the land, if you like. But you can’t simply stand around and wait forever. It’s going to get dark sometime - and if a creature of unknown terror doesn’t catch you, the elements surely will.
Storytime
There’s a sense of camaraderie in this cove, you think. As the sun hangs low over the horizon, the world cast into orange hues, long shadows dispersed by roaring fires that dot across the beach.
That’s right, folks: it’s storytime.
There’s no one to preside over this meeting of the minds in Mu. Call it a vague recreation of things to come, if you like, some vaguely fatidic dreamlike state where you may find yourself drawn to the heat and company that awaits you by the fire. And from there, compelled to default to that old instinct that most of intelligent civilization has revered since they were advanced enough to paint geometric shapes on cave walls.
You tell a story.
Perhaps it’s a tragedy, a tale of woe and of personal loss. Perhaps it’s the sort of thing you’d break out after a few rounds of your alcoholic beverage of choice, clapping hands to your knees as you try to bite back your mirth long enough to spill the punchline. Perhaps it’s an adventure of some sort, some unbelievable rendition of your past exploits. The only common thread to be had, as those gathered around the fire share their tales, is the fundamental rule of a ritualistic sharing of stories such as this: its truth.
But how one chooses to define "truth" is, in its own way, another story entirely...
Dance, Sucker, Dance!
The beat of your heart in your chest is difficult to ignore. It judders with a pulsing, rhythmic quality. If you’re one of those that lacks a heart, the beat is still omnipresent and all-encompassing, until your entire body is unwittingly bobbing in time to a metronomic tune that seems ingrained into your very soul. It’s inescapable. You can’t seem to move unless it’s in time to the rhythm that’s now singing in every atom of your being.
But rest assured, you’re not alone in this musical curse. Everything, from the swaying trees to the waves against the beach, jumps in time to the music. And so do the monsters approaching you, that - wait a minute.
Monsters?
Oh, yes. Did we mention those?
It seems you’ve encountered the wrath of the Boogieman, who curses you to only dance to his infernal beat. If you wish to best him, you’ll have to either evade or destroy the blobs of greenish slime that serve as his minions, all in time to the hard beat of the tune in your head. Clear the radius of his curse or risk an open confrontation, if you dare. Don’t worry if you look foolish; chances are anyone else caught in the Boogieman’s thrall feels just the same.
Mu isn’t pulling any punches to start with. It is a flighty creation, after all, and seems to revel in displacing people into new and uncomfortable situations.
( CODED BY BOOTYCALL )
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Might make sense. They didn't know everything about daemons yet. Ignis seemed to be feeling a bit better, so he folded his arms, tapping his foot on the ground as he thought. "It's kind of weird we all washed up at the same place, isn't it? I mean, we weren't even all together. Not that I'm complaining."
Honestly, he was glad for that part at least.
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It was weird, even with him present that his friends couldn't summon their own weapons.
"We could be dealing with the gods," he suggested. "It's the only explanation I can think of."
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"Who- or whatever we are dealing with, it would be foolish of us not to assume they are just as strong, if not stronger than the Astrals. There is a very specific purpose to what we were doing before all this. Noctis is the Chosen King. They would not divert him or us from that path willingly," Ignis pauses a moment, hand drifting to touch just below where the scars on the left side of his face end. "Then there is the matter of my injuries. To put it bluntly, I should be in much worse shape than I am. I can still feel my wounds, but it's as if very strong healing magic was used on me."
Ignis reaches out blindly to search for Prompto's shoulder. He knows the blonde is nearby, but isn't exactly sure where, "As much as I want to buy amnesia being the cause of my missing memories, it just doesn't feel right. Why would my wounds feel so new if as much time as you say has passed? If these beings are strong enough to bring us here from different locations, why not heal my wounds entirely or even go so far as to return my vision?"
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"You think we came from different times?" he asked, struggling to believe it. Time travel was one of those things that only happened in video games and movies. Some parts of it fit, but it sounded so impossible.
Speaking of that, though...
He glanced up at Noctis, "Hey, Noct. You were saying something about the crystal before? You think that could have something to do with this?"
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He took a few steps forward, treading a few paces from his friends. They didn't know. This conversation was going to happen sooner or later. "I'm inside it. Or, I'm not anymore. I don't know. Just last I remembered was being absorbed into the crystal, and the Draconian. It's...hazy."
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"I'm honestly not sure how else to explain it. Amnesia is more logical answer, but I strongly suspect logic isn't something that will hold much power here," Ignis sounds more than a little irritated by that. If he can't see things in crystal clarity anymore, it would be nice if they would at least obey the laws of logic.
When Noctis begins his explanation, it's almost as if whatever is in charge of this place has decided Ignis needs proof positive of his previous statement because there is nothing logical about what is said. The crystal was absorbing Noctis? None of the legends nor the prophecy mentioned anything about that!
Desperate to grab onto something that does make sense, Ignis focuses himself on the second part of the statement, "You talked to Bahamut. Do you recall what he said?"
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He stayed quiet for now, looking to Noct to hear what his answer was.
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He was to defeat Arydn. His sacrifice was the only thing could defeat the Accursed and shine the light of the crystal.
His sacrifice.
Noctis didn't quite have it in his heart just yet to talk about the fact he needed to die to save their world. "I don't really know how long that's supposed to take by the way."
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"It may be wise to shelve further discussion on this topic for now. Even with Noct's fishing skill, it make take some time to catch something suitable for a meal. Considering we have no idea the dangers that appear when the sun sets, I would prefer we not be separated for long after darkness falls."
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He sat, leg on his knee, about as relaxed as he could manage to get for the moment. He didn't usually see Ignis without his glasses on, and it looked painful. He tried not to react, though. Ignis probably didn't need that.
"There were some ruins. Should we try to set up camp there while Noct gets some fish?" He glanced between them. "He can always come back before dark. It's not like we've never eaten light before."
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He lingered in the silence for a bit. "Alright. I'll go find us something to eat, if you guys can handle the setting up camp." It would give him some time to think. He figured he could find this ruins with relative ease once he laid out his path. "Don't hurt yourselves okay," he added with a teasing note.
With that he turned his heel and headed back to the water.