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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.  Welcome to Oros! It's no vacation destination and you're in for an interesting ride. While the planet is big, there's not much to explore beyond the vast, stretching reaches of a boiling hot, red desert. Which means it's fun for the whole family! There are hostile aliens on the planet who aren't taking kindly to you, an alien on their planet. They're stronger than you and you're out numbered. Likely out gunned, too. But, really, good luck! You'll be coming back alive. For more information on the planet and things that may be found there, please go here and give it a read! There you can also find the missions completed in game should you need any additional prompt. Whatever you can imagine that fits with the setting itself works! [ PLEASE NOTE: Threads taking place on Oros cannot be used as game canon, as they required prior signups to participate, but the setting is provided so that you can get an idea of just one of the kinds of events that will be in game! ] ➣ 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, there's no limit to what you can do on the TDM. |
part b
Well, luckily for Fran he's stomping angrily after the arm while he mulls it over. Her voice gets him to snap his attention up and -- and honestly he wishes he could say he's seen weirder.]
The fuck? Thread? [...Oh, right, the hand had written something, hadn't it? Hot damn, he needs to learn how to read.] Shit... I can take some from [squints] your foot. If you want to do that now.
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That would work, I can reattach the foot at camp, probably. Do you have something to cut my foot off with? Or I suppose you could just rip the stitches and threads out themselves. [She grins sheepishly.] I'd do it myself, but...
[Her one hand is currently holding the thread she has remaining taut to keep it from loosening too much and undoing her work when she moves. And her other arm is still dragging itself over to her body--it'd take too long for it to undo the stitching itself.]
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[His time has come. He just wishes he'd fixed up his scythe already. Zack pulls out the switchblade he's been tiding himself over with and steps closer, only pausing so he can go to the arm and kick it on closer to her. Having to watch it go all that way would just be pathetic and gross.
Of course, Fran is dealing with a real idiot here and he gets a little zealous in his task of cutting the foot. Right on the stitches. Ruining most of the thread. He triumphantly holds up the foot and its little nibs of thread.]
Ha! Check how clean that is. Here you go.
[he's so proud of himself]
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Hmm, impressive! [And it is, really, she's impressed! Her arm even lifts itself to smack against her thigh in a imitation of a clap. But--] I can't use the thread if it's all cut up and frayed.
[And now after all that she doesn't have a foot!!] I suppose we could just carry me back in pieces and go from there.
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Zack puffs out his chest a bit at the praise, but everything about his deflates as soon as she points out the problem.]
Aw. Shit.
[Whoops... Well, he'll tuck the foot under his arm that's holding the knife and reach out with his other to...try to help her up, maybe? He fucked up, he should help the weird sewing blonde. How is this his life...]
What the hell are you, anyway? It's fucked up.