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// TEST DRIVE MEME_
// TEST DRIVE_  Welcome to Eluvio's Test Drive Meme! Whether you'd like to try out a character in the setting, get some samples for your application, or just mess around and have fun, this is the place to do it. If you're getting samples together, remember that you need at least four comments made by you in the thread for it to count. Pick any of the scenarios below or make up any of your own. This is space! There are infinite worlds and possibilities. If you'd like to thread out hijacking a ship, do it! If you'd like to get stuck on a remote planet with only one other person for company, do it! Take the wheel and guide your own adventure! The most important thing is to have fun! ➣ SCENARIO 001.  It's a normal day aboard the Eluvio. Maybe you're on your way to work. Maybe you're hanging out with friends. You can even be up to nefarious misdeeds. Whatever the case, you're having a relatively uneventful day. And then you see it. From a distance, it looks like a ball of fur. Up close, it looks like a ball of fur. If you touch it, it will chitter at you. It will vibrate and purr. Where this is coming from is anyone's guess because even if you turn it over, there's nothing to see but more fur. It's pretty harmless, though. Leave it there. Take it with you. The choice is yours. As you continue about your day, you'll begin to notice more of these little furballs. On the ground. Sitting on tables. Here and there at random intervals. By the end of the day, they're fucking everywhere. Good luck! If you get overwhelmed, maybe go talk to that bald starship captain who showed up last week. He might know something about the furry invaders. ➣ SCENARIO 002.  Congratulations! You've been selected to be part of the team being sent down to the planet around which the fleet is currently orbiting. Initial scans of the surface show that oxygen is in abundance, temperatures support carbon-based life-forms, and there aren't any large quantities of poisonous gases that might pose problems. Your mission is to secure a landing site, set up a camp, and locate edible flora and fauna. Stores aboard ship are running a bit low on food and it's projected to be another three weeks before the fleet reaches a station large enough to replenish supplies. Once identified, larger parties will be sent to the surface to help hunt and gather. The good news is, scans show fruits, vegetables, and animals are plentiful. The bad news is that once your ship lands on the planet, everything goes sideways. An unexpected ion storm sweeps through the solar system, shorting out communications between the fleet and the team. It wreaks havoc with the electronics planet-side too, temporarily shorting out the smaller craft's navigational array. Until it passes, about six standard days, you're stuck down there. And the bountiful harvest isn't without its dangers. Even the most docile looking animal will attack. Sampling the fruits and vegetables will cause temporary paralysis, hallucinations, and psychosis. Inhaling pollen will bring out a person's baser instincts. The planet itself is predatory, you see. Everything on it has evolved to entice visitors from nearby systems and kill them. And the fleet's unwittingly taken the bait. ➣ SCENARIO 003.  It's been a rough day. Everything's going wrong. Machines are breaking down everywhere. The owner of your favorite business wasn't there today and the store was closed when you stopped by to pick something up. A coworker didn't show up for work, leaving you with an interested workload. And now it feels like you're being watched. It started about ten minutes ago, but whenever you turn to look, there's no one there. The feeling doesn't go away, though. No matter where you are, it feels like eyes are watching. Did you hear something? A quiet, scuffling scratching sound just for a second? Maybe you did. Maybe you didn't. But it came from the misshapen monstrosity that just punched a hole through the bulkhead right beside you. The creature makes a low, wet gargling noises and darts toward you: six to seven feet tall, vaguely humanoid, and covered in strange growths over which is stretched bubbling grayish-brown skin. Maybe you notice tatters of familiar clothing hanging off of it. Or there's enough left of its eyes to recognize the shape and color. Or maybe something about the noises it's making sound familiar. It's your missing coworker and it looks like the unfortunate soul ran afoul of that weird slimy creature the science team brought back from that jungle planet a month ago. The good news: you can kill it. The bad news: it can kill you. It's fast, it's hungry, and it reproduces at an alarming rate. A single bite can transfer the parasites in its bloodstream to you. Then you'll be just like your buddy. And that shop owner you like so much. And all of the people on Level 12. And... ➣ SCENARIO 004.  You're welcomed and encouraged to make up your own scenarios. As you can see, there will be a wide variety of the types of things your character will encounter in this game. So feel free to make your starters as horrific, sexy, lighthearted, action-packed, or slice of life as you'd like. Make up a planet, make up a location on the Eluvio, make up a ship in the fleet, fight off a zombie alien invasion, NPC Captain Picard, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM. |
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[Newt does a doubletake at the bones overhead, looking between them and Papyrus with wonder. Wonder he probably couldn't afford, given the situation. It's a good thing he snaps out of it.]
This might cost a little. [But apparently it doesn't cost enough to stop Newt from pulling out his wand, pointing it directly at the ceiling.] Bombarda!
[Remember that ceiling? It's gone now. It's exploding to rain down on the creature, crushing it under metal and... whatever space ceiling were made of. He didn't know.]
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[Now it's Papyrus' turn to be amazed - so amazed that they probably heard it five levels above. This human really has magic! He had no idea they can still do that!
Something howls from under the debris. Another chunk of… something falls from the upper level, landing on top of the heap. It’s covered with buttons and torn cables stick out of it, crackling with electricity. Papyrus hopes it wasn’t connected to anything important. Gosh, it’s such a mess…]
WELL. IF IT SURVIVED THAT, I THINK IT’S QUITE TRANQUILIZED NOW.
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I didn't mean to do that much. [He mumbled, stuffing his wand back into his coat as he shuffled closer to Papyrus' side. He might as well ask questions, lest he want to just stand there and mourn the thing.] ... Those bones weren't coming from... from you, were they?
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Good thing Newt distracts him with a question; touching it may not be the smartest thing.]
Not from my body, but they're made of my magic. So in a sense they WERE coming from me!
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It's a little slimy. This is fine. Actually, it's really slimy and not fine, it's just kind of oozing out of the thing where a metal pane pierced through it. He frowns, wiping his hand on his coat.] Are there... more like you? With bone magic?
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[Really unhygenic, but he already touched that so Papyrus can only hope nothing terrible will happen.]
In any case, every monster has unique magic! My brother is like me, though he doesn't use his magic much. Or at all. [Heck, Sans would probably sleep through the whole thing if he was here.]
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[This head is really gross. It's limp, though, so he's pulling back an eyelid.] Your brother sounds like lazy bones. [ha, ha,]