// TEST DRIVE MEME_

[eluviomods]

// 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.

Comments

[luxuriant]

What "us"?!

[UGH, this guy is so annoying! Standing up, Zelos brushes himself off with an irritated huff, following it up with a flip of his hair over his shoulders.] I don't know if you noticed, bucko, but no one's exactly standing up for your whining here.

[coolerjunpei]

[It's Junpei's turn to gesture around at the rest of the exploration team that is definitely fed up with both of them and studiously avoiding eye contact.]

Oh, because you're Mr. Popularity, of course. Who's lining up to be your exploring buddy, huh?

[Through a series of sitcom-level rejections, the scene now jump cuts to Junpei and Zelos being the only two people left without an exploration buddy, because of course they'd be those two guys.]

Okay, that could have gone better.

[luxuriant]

Nice going! Thanks to all of your whining, you scared all the cute chicks away! And those other dudes, too.

[Everyone. Everyone is gone and paired up elsewhere, and Zelos gets stuck with this whiner...!! He groans, shoulders finally dropping. He'd probably spent way too long trying to woo some poor girl into picking him, instead.]

This is just great. You don't look like you know the first thing about exploring.

[coolerjunpei]

Speak for yourself! [Scaring the chicks away and not knowing shit about exploring, he means, because just look at Zelos. Junpei looks like he could not be more annoyed about being stuck with this guy, but after a good thirty seconds of glaring in the opposite direction, he deflates with a sigh.]

Look, all we have to do is walk around a little and come back with something pretty, right? Let's go find a nice plant and get this over with.

[luxuriant]

Oh, sure. And what happens if one of these weird, alien plants is poisonous or something, huh? There's no way I'm touching anything.

[He's wearing GLOVES... And yet.] ...But fine, let's just get walking or whatever. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can relax.

[coolerjunpei]

That's what I just said.

[Let's get this over with, at least. Don't act like it was your idea, Zelos, he said it first!! But fine, they're walking. Junpei picks a direction because Zelos is too busy crying over his hair, probably. Follow him.]

Do you really want to be the useless guy who couldn't even pick out a flower in the woods? You don't have to eat it.

[luxuriant]

Blah, blah, blah... I haven't seen you doing anything since we got here.

[Sick comeback... But he's only halfhearted with his whining and jabs, so he's still following Junpei's lead. Fine.]

Man, this weather is so dry, it's killing my skin. We better hurry this up.

[coolerjunpei]

[He's been LISTENING CAREFULLY no he's done fuckall, but at least he isn't whining about his skin.]

Maybe we'll find you some aloe vera and you can finally shut your mouth. Come on, pick up the pace.

[They need to get thoroughly lost in these woods, let's go!!]

[luxuriant]

I'm not going to rush into some funky forest. They say pretty boys die young, you know! So you can go first and protect me. Things won't go for your face as quickly.

[What kind of LOGIC IS THIS... on a proverb that isn't real...]