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Test Drive Meme #6
TEST DRIVE MEME #6
Hello and welcome to the In the Night test drive meme for November! Thanks for your interest in our game! Reserves open on November 20, and applications open on November 22.
While you're here...
- Take a look at our rules and faq pages to familiarize yourself with the game.
- Note that we have a reserve cap of 20, and a (current) application cap of 7 apps this month for new players, as the game has a player cap of 60. An accurate count of current players will always be available on the taken page.
- TDM threads can become game canon if both players wish. If the situation isn't something that could happen in-game, you're free to chalk it up to some strange hallucination, a shared dream, or other mysterious circumstance.
- Note that this is not limited to new characters threading with characters already in-game. If current players wish to thread out the TDM prompts as canon events, they are welcome to do so. They are welcome to make posts in the main comms for TDM events as well. Please note, however, that actual plot clues or happenings will not occur in TDM prompts.
- If you plan to apply, please keep in mind that we do require at least one sample thread on the application to be from our TDM (though it doesn't need to be the current TDM).
- You're welcome to use the provided prompts or come up with something on your own, but we do ask that all threads take place in our game's setting.
Thank you again, and we hope you'll choose to join us!
log prompts
KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE
When the spirits decide to throw the residents of Beacon a feast, you have two options: partake or abstain. It doesn’t take long for the effects of the food to become apparent. Either you turned away from the temptation and watched your gluttonous comrades fall into a deep, comatose slumber…or you’re among the dreamers, and you awake to a Beacon of a time long forgotten. It's the same Beacon that was left upon falling asleep, but now, the sunlight is bright overhead and songbirds can be heard throughout the forest. The bonfire has been replaced by an ornate fountain, like a proper town square, and there's no lighthouse out on the peninsula.
While dreamers have the chance to explore, those stuck in the waking world find themselves swiftly overcome by a horde of violent green-eyed spirits that attack everything they can get their hands on: even if that includes an individual that’s left asleep and helpless. Regardless of your strength, this is your task now. Protect and defend the town if you want there to be anything left of it.
Although, unlike the official event, there will be no mod-run groups for dreaming and exploration, you’re free to write your character waking up in a sunny version of the known locations in Beacon and write your own psychological horror breakdowns of the dreamy world. Or, if you choose to write your character as a defender, feel free to make up your own green-eyed spirits to fight while looking over the comatose bodies of the dreamers.
This prompt is a mini version of the game's Enter Mr. Sandman event.
SHEER HEART ATTACK
You’ve never seen him before. A giggling little boy, cloaked in shadow, beckons you to follow through the forest. He travels quickly, always too fast to quite keep up with, and takes you through the trees with ease. If you choose to keep following, you're lead to an old, abandoned house, and once inside…find that the dining room has been all done up for a sort of dinner party. Various spirits clatter at the seats, pounding the table with forks and knives. They’re not the spirits you know. They’re not the chirping, scuttling friends that can be encountered around town.
No, these are long-clawed and jagged-toothed. They’re dirty and sunken-eyed, their masks streaked with red. The little boy collapses in a pile of wooden limbs at the foot of the table. Closer, now, the light of your lantern shows him for what he was: a puppet. The puppeteer makes itself known where it had hidden itself against the dark ceiling, eight long legs creeping into the once-unoccupied space of the doorway. As it blocks the way out, and the other spirits grow ever noisier, the looming figure of the Baubledook takes their rightful place at the far end of the table.
You have very little time to ask yourself: are you the guests of honor...or the main course?
network prompts
TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU
Another week comes, marked by Robin's latest bulletin posting on the Network. But this one's a bit different: as a final note to sign off on the latest updates, she encourages everyone to give thanks in the spirit of the harvest season. Whether you want to thank someone directly or maybe say something more abstract, don't you think you'll feel better if you spread something positive? No? Not incentive enough? Well, this time, Robin appears to have accounted for the no-fun naysayers that try to skirt around her attempts at community building.
All readers will quickly discover that they're unable to navigate away from the bulletin until a thankful comment is left. There must be some kind of keyword function programmed in to only allow escape to those who have left thankful content. Better think of something, cynics and grumps. If nothing else, there's probably no way for the Network to tone police?
I WANT IT ALL
A friendly pumpkin sprite has appeared in the bottom corner of your tablet's dashboard! It's a loving and smiling companion, asking quite frequently to be attended to and, most importantly: fed. Curiously, the more that you feed the digital vegetable, the bigger it grows...until it's actively blocking out parts of your screen. You could stop feeding it, of course. It's not real or alive, so what's the harm? But as it grows hungrier and more insistent and you continue not to feed it, it cries and cries until it goes from sad to angry.
And then you notice it chomping at the edge of the screen, eating it away, bit by bit, blacking out the corners and working its way inward, making apps inaccessible and the network harder and harder to navigate. Maybe you should have given it what it wanted.
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Kaworu Nagisa // Evangelion
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This should be called, in fact, don't bother to keep yourself alive.Kaworu is around and checking everything (and everyone) in front of him with much curiosity, but he politely refused any sort of food. Not only he does not need it, but he isn't knowledgeable enough to recognize Lilin food; as someone who refuses to consume living creatures with a nervous system, he wasn't going to try his luck at food like that. So while he remained close and watched everything with much interest, Kaworu refused any offer of food.
Which means he is very much awake while everyone falls into their slumber and spirits attack. Anyone saying it's his role to defend the town, they are being surprisingly hopeful. Kaworu is not as proactive as one would expect from someone who was so interested in peeking around earlier on; in fact, he has no reason to even bother to defend himself.
Ultimately, because they are all dead.
Why does it matter? Why would one still want to attack and defend, when they are all technically dead?There is no future for Kaworu, his role has ended, and therefor whatever step is next is, ultimately, unnecessary. It's not that he wishes to die: he simply has no need to stay alive either.
In other words? When an angry spirit charges at him, Kaworu simply looks back at it and smiles softly, ready to accept what comes next. ]
Too much love will kill you
[ Now, this is what Kaworu lives for. Showing love and being thankful. ]
I believe I was born to meet him, to live for him, and die for him. I am most thankful for every second of it, and I am thankful now, for being able to remember it all and to cherish it.
I want it all
[ Well, Kaworu fed the digital pumpkin because a) it's digital b) it kept changing as he fed it c) he was curious. Deep down, he also thought he could still control his device with his powers if he wanted to, but only now he came to realize he no longer is able to manipulate technology the way he did before. Stopping also did not help, since the pumpkin got mad and is now eating his device away.
The angel is very ready to just drop his device and ignore it, but as someone gave this to him, he also does not wish to be ungrateful. Therefor, he attempts to use the network simply to ask: ]
I am not familiar with pumpkins. I believe I need some help dealing with one. [ be more specific, kaworu
but alas, he is not and that's all he will say. Meanwhile, anyone passing by Kaworu would see him sitting down, watching the angry pumpkin eating his apps away with a sconfused expression. He isn't sure what he is meant to do, honestly. ]
Keep Yourself Alive
he grabs the sleeping body of the person closest to him -- are they dead? what even happens if you're dead and you die again? he finds a pulse and watches briefly as their chest rises and falls. but the existential questions will seemingly have to wait. the green imps show up, and for whatever reason the strange kid that's still awake isn't running away. bayard activated, the weapon turns into a sword as keith runs towards him.]
Hey! Over here!
[the shout makes the green creatures turn to face him and for that the nearest one finds itsself getting gouged from the shoulder down. its shrieks echo horribly into the night as they retreat. there's likely going to be more where that came from, but for now they're gone and the kid has keith's undivided attention.]
What are you doing? Why didn't you run?
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Confused, the angel looks around to try and see where the ghost went to, but his red eyes eventually set on the other in front of him]
Does it matter? My cycle is finished, there isn't anything else for me, therefor my existence is of no importance. Isn't it the same with you? [ they are dead. What is the point of their existence then?]
I want it all;
Dealing with a pumpkin
What did it do
Bake it's self into a pie
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I believe it's what you call "throwing a tantrum.
i want it all
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the tablet is done for anyway. might as well feed him, he has nothing else in his sad little life.
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wouldn't it be better to erase it, then?
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with the perspective that dying just dumped me here? killer munchies in a box, for sure. the evil you know, right?
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Even though you have so little to live and you are insatiable, you still wish to do so. How so?
tw: blood?? abuse?? suicidal ideation ?? ? wow what a mixed bag
( would she really choose hungry confinement over beacon? p rooo bably not, but, she did the locked in a coffin of blood thing for a few decades and it super sucked. she's just testy right now, since she really was hoping for the big black empty of nonexistence and instead she's here. )
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i am so sorry lol