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spaceports2016-11-30 06:57 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME
// TEST DRIVE_  Welcome to Eluvio's first 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. Test drive threads can be used as game canon if both parties agree and the thread fits with what's going on currently in the game. 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, it might not be eligible for becoming game canon but it would still count as a sample. 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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Well, maybe not that much but Blake certainly isn't panicking. As people start to flee the sight of the battle, she turns toward the monster and takes up a position between it and its would-be victims. A Huntress' place.
The sudden appearance of the huge robot gives her pause for a moment and she blinks, watching the exchange. For a moment, it looks like the fight might be well in hand but after that punch does little more than stagger the beast and seeing how much trouble its struggles seem to be causing, it's clearly far from over.]
Hold on!
[She moves forward in the blink of an eye, faster than any human should be, and leaps over the two giants to land squarely on the monster's back to plunge her blade into its body. She grunts, holding on tight with both hands as its struggles only seem to grow more enraged.]
bleeeh I'm laaaate
In this instance, it was... yet another cat, huh? Huh. They seemed to be rather big wherever he ended up. Ah well, he could accept it... especially after those moves.]
Hmm! I will!
[He's still got the creature in a whole, listening to it screech as Blake shoves a sword in its shoulder, wich is both loud and annoying. He grunts, his optics suddenly taking on a bright green glow as he holds the monster out at arms length... and lets lose a burst of laser eyes right in its back.
The good news is, it definitely looks like it hurts, and drops the creature to the ground, where it shudders a few times, and stops.]
Hrm... No match for a real warrior.
So late you'll just have to deal with imgur icons in the post. Haha.
[In this situation, she supposes, Blake could accept that she's finding herself fighting alongside a robot. Even if her last run-in with a robot hadn't ended very well, this one at least seems... different.
She grunts, holding her sword in both hands as the monster thrashes and struggles and twists, locking its shoulder and giving her new ally the opening he needs. At the sudden burst of light erupting from his eyes she flinches back a bit, wrinkling her nose at the stench of burning flesh from the energy beams piercing into the thing. Wrenching her sword free she jumps back, landing lightly and turning to watch the thing collapse to the deck.
Frowning at the sight, she flicks her sword to clear a few drops of blood from it before her gaze flicks to the towering robot, the pair of cat ears atop her head flattening a bit.]
No match for two warriors, you mean.