TEST DRIVE MEME ( 005 )

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Test Drive Meme #5

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 November 17th and that Applications will open on November 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.

All That Glitters
The caves deep beneath the island's surface are not dimly lit; in fact, they practically sparkle with a strange, unearthly greenish light. Blame it on the crystalline growths that protrude plentifully from every nook and cranny, stalactites and stalagmites alike.

Their glow might be soothing to some, and viscerally terrifying to others, but one thing remains absolutely certain: based on the creaking, groaning noises of shifting rock and the high-pitched tinkle of breaking shards of crystal...

You aren't alone down here. The deeper in you venture, the more the thicker clusters of the things begin to move. And eventually, it will become plain to you that it isn't the crystal at all that's moving, but rather the thing inside of it - something vaguely humanoid shaped, bipedal, with arms and legs and the dull, pale glimmers in the region of what might almost pass for a face.

Formed entirely from crystal.

Upon spotting a living creature, each of them will begin to lurch closer and closer, arms outstretched. Every one is slow and cumbersome and even fragile enough to be smashed, if you dare venture close enough. But once they've trapped you, there is no escaping whatever fate they have in store for you.

And rest assured, it is not a pleasant one.

[The above prompt is a version of our Crystal Clear event from October! Feel free to give the event write-up a read for more information.]

It's High Tide
When you initially wake on the beaches of this strange island with its bleeding, dreamlike edges, you might notice that something seems deeply amiss...something like the fact that you're lying in a whole mess of seawater. Assuming you're not thoroughly soaked already, you'd better figure out a way to get to high ground, because the water level is rising very rapidly. Pretty soon, there might not be anywhere safe to go besides the trees, and even those might not be safe the longer this goes on.

Fortunately for you, if you can find them quickly enough, the island of Mu has helpfully provided some assistance for those who don't feel like doggy-paddling for the duration of the dream. Better hurry and hang onto them before you drown! Unless you'd rather doggy-paddle the whole way out, that is. In which case, we're sure the water feels great.

A Crappy Endeavor
In your travels on this strange new land, you might start to notice something following you. Something...oddly shaped, like a lot of dirt and clay that's consolidated into one great awkward moving lump of a creature. What lies beneath is far more like the common beetle...just much, much larger. And unfortunately for everyone involved, they have a very specific appetite:

Your poop.

Mu has produced a very close approximation of the creatures known as f'rshaymes, animals that go beyond merely being useful for disposing of all that nasty waste. Doiing so comes with significant benefits, as the combined process of mud and excrement as it goes through a F'rshayme's digestive system leaves behind pure clay for the...brave.

Often found in small herds of six to eight individuals, f'rshaymes are extremely docile and would be very easy to turn into a herd of your very own. How nice!

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Comments

It's HIIIGHHH TIDE

[shedgrace]

[Lunafreya's been here, once upon a dream. While Mu's shifting geography is impossible to navigate from memory, the assurance that this is, in some way, not entirely real helps her keep her head against the rising waters and make it to high ground. There, on a rocky cliff, she waits out the flood, clothed once more in Noctis's spare outfit, idly practicing her casting with his fishing rod.

A person floating by, slumped across some...thing... shatters her otherwise peaceful moment.]

Excuse me! There--can you hear me? Are you all right?

cowabunga

[covertizer]

[ Hopefully Luna isn't expecting a verbal response - boy just outrun crystal monsters and rising tides, and the combination of warm sun and bobbing ocean is proving effective at making him feel pretty chilled out and a little sleepy.

But he can hear someone calling to him, so he does raise a lazy arm - and boy that that ever look like An Effort - and offer up a universal symbol that he's doin' fine.



He good.]

[shedgrace]

[Uh...huh. Sure.]

...Would you like me to reel you in so you don't drift too far from land?

[covertizer]

[ Does this look like the face of a liar?

I mean, she can actually see it now, seeing as he's pushed himself up onto his elbows to assess the distance between himself and land - and subsequently the distance between Luna and him. ]

It'd be appreciated, yeah.

[ Please and thank you. If he starts swimming now he'll probably just end up bobbing face down. ]

[shedgrace]

A moment, then. ...I'll try to cast the line just past you, so as not to injure you or your... raft.

[It's a p e n i s.

Lunafreya breathes in and out to steady herself. She's not much of a fisherman yet. But this boy is counting on her, so she raises the rod and casts--whzzzzzzz plop!--just past him, but a little to the side. Drat, so close.]

My apologies; is that near enough that you might reach?

[covertizer]

[ It is a beautiful and noble steed that only looks a little like a dick. Rude.

Akira's eyes follow the curve of the line and bait as it soars through the air and lands.... not on the raft but close enough that he can take it from here. Luna gets another thumbs up. ]

Yeah, I've got it.

[ He shuffles himself up the raft and anchors himself to the entirely non-phallic-don't-be-so-lewd head of the raft with an arm and a leg, and then leans himself off the raft and out into the open water. His arm and part of his torso is almost submerged in the process, but... he manages to snag his fingers around the line and secure it with a little effort. ]

... [ Tug, tug. Yup. He's got it. ] Ready when you are.

[shedgrace]

[Only now does Lunafreya consider the possibility that she is not built to reel a near full-grown human being in, even if he's floating on a PENISBOAT. What's more, is Noctis's fishing rod constructed to withstand such a weight? Is the line?

She just presses her lips together with determination and begins, carefully, unfailingly, to reel the line back in. She puts her trust in Noctis and her faith in her will. She cannot fail.

Slowly, both her sneakered feet planted steadily against the stone, the line starts to pull Akira in.]

Do you think--you might be able to pull yourself up, if I hold my trident out to you when you near?

[What with the flooding and all, her cliff's more of a natural stone jetty, really.]

[covertizer]

[ What have you got against his shaft raft, nice lady with a large rod?

But, fair. He's not an overweight guy, but it's still unfair to expect one person to reel him in, literally, against the pull of a current. Akira winds the line around his hand, avoiding the bite of the hook, and nods. ]

No problem. When I'm close, just stick out the trident and I'll do the rest.

[ And hopefully Luna's got a firm grasp, because he's reeling himself in with surprising speed once he gets into the rhythm of it. It won't be long until he's close enough to make the leap to the cliff edge. ]