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Test Drive
TEST DRIVE 001
-TDM threads can be considered game canon if players involved agree & if it suits any roles you may decide to choose for the current plot.
-Any reserving player that does not submit an app by Saturday morning will be subject to challenging applicants.
-Participation in the Test Drive is worth a flat 10 points per month rather than per thread, and you must have a minimum of 5 comments in that month to qualify for it.
-This TDM is good for the duration of the Mist setting. A new TDM will go up before the next setting.
The NETWORK for this setting is a voice-only walkie talkie system that can be used to communicate between all locations. The default channel will be open to all walkie talkies, but characters can change to an unused channel for private conversation.
of note: There seems to be something strange about these walkie talkies, in that there is no static. The quality is disturbingly crystal clear, like the person you're speaking to is right next to you instead of miles away.
CONTENT WARNING: Some prompts contain gore, character death, and substance abuse.
Applications will open Saturday, September 15 until Saturday, September 22
The lights above you are a blindingly, pristine white. The walls around you curve up into the ceiling like the inside of an MRI machine. Your hands, feet, and midsection are strapped to a clinical table, and minutes seem to tick by, with no clear course for escape presenting itself to you.
The curved white space above you flickers with color, and a perfect square like a television screen expands before your eyes. It pans over what appears to be a town, something small and simply populated.
“Hello, and welcome to your first setting,” a neutrally cadenced feminine sounding voice begins, riding the line between human and machine. As she speaks, captions of the text type themselves in neat and perfect Arial font. “The location is loosely based off Bridgton, Maine, United States of America, Earth. The year is 2007. You have been selected to participate. Obedience ensures an enjoyable and immersive experience for our audience. If you have been granted a role, instructions will follow. Do not talk about the role. Do not attempt disobedience. If you have not been granted a role, your objective for this round is simple: survive.”
After that, the shackles may release promptly and allow your character to roam free. Or perhaps not — perhaps they've been given a role to play, and if so, further instructions will play out upon the screen. Once suitably briefed, characters will be released to their own devices. Beware the mist.
learn from the mistakes of others
A pair of unperturbed mall inhabitants decide to chance the mist. They're the first of a handful to trickle out the front doors, and they seem to get by just fine. About a minute ticks by, and they disappear completely into the dense fog that presses in from every direction. It's so anticlimactic that for a moment it almost seems stupid to feel uncomfortable by the sight of it.
Until precisely one half of a body is hurled abruptly and with great force from an indeterminate point in the obscurity. It's not a top half or a bottom half; no, it's a cleanly sliced left half, head to toe as though a neat line were cut down the middle. It slams into the transparent glass doors and crumples before them, still and obviously unmoving, slowly leaking.
After a few seconds, a dark tendril of something reaches out, curls around the jutting left ankle, and drags it with painstaking slowness back into the fog.
At least the rest of them probably made it, right?
Right?
Hopefully you weren't one of the others to follow their lead. If you were, that dark shape seems to be closing in awfully quick.
eff this, let's bounce
A pair of car keys can be found discarded or perhaps dropped in their owners' haste. Braving the mist when it's at its lightest and pressing the key fob will cause a car to beep politely, flashing lights to indicate its location in the fog. Take anyone willing to go with you and pile in. Try to get the hell out of dodge!
An excellent idea....
Within five miles of the car's journey the battery will die and the engine will stall. Consider yourselves effectively stranded and with no one but yourselves to blame. Perhaps help will come if you wait long enough? Hours, surely no more than a few days... Maybe you should consider braving the fog to get back? Five miles can feel like a hundred in conditions like these.
Either way, it seems like you're trapped in the car for about as long as R. Kelly got trapped in the closet during that one unfortunate CD.
radio chatter
Characters in the library and the church will be able to communicate via walkie talkie radio chatter immediately! Characters in the mall will not have this ability until later in the month, so any network style threads with a mall character will take place during Week Two of the October plot or later, after most people have already been fully introduced to the setting and given time to adapt.
Employee of the Month (Multiple)
Some characters will be printed wearing a designated kiosk uniform, their name sloppily stickered in slightly crooked letters onto a Dippin' Dots badge, or whatever store they may happen to be assigned to. The cool voice that introduces them to the mist will carry on to tell them that they'll be playing employee # _____ in this month's immersive experience. Their motivations and objectives are simple: go to work.
Except the role seems to be bugged, because they can never not go to work. If they leave the five or six foot radius of their designated post they'll begin to experience consequences, which worsen in severity based on distance and duration. The role doesn't end at mall closing, it doesn't end on Saturdays, it simply doesn't end. Hopefully next month's code push will have a bug fix; we apologize for the inconvenience.
(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the role will wear off within the first in-game week)
Aggravated Assault
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of a CONVICTED FELON having recently been released on parole. Your motivation for this month's immersive experience is frustration. Having undergone hard time, you'll find that we have increased your aggression and temper characteristics, and lowered your inhibitions. Your objective is to find and begin an altercation with Snuff the Rooster, who will be playing the role of the person who turned you in, NARK. Your altercation must take place in a public space with witnesses, and may not stop until Snuff the Rooster is unconscious, evicted from the mall, or someone intervenes.
Thank you for your participation!
Consequences for not completing the objective in this role can be moderate to severe.
Snuff the Rooster
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing the role of NARK. Formerly a close friend and ally of CONVICTED FELON from Aggravated Assault, you were quick to roll on them during police questioning in exchange for your freedom. Your motivation is to turn over a new leaf, and get your shit together. Your objective is to survive the altercation.
Thank you for your participation!
The Lovers (Duo Role)
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing one half of a partnership role! Please seek out (character 2). Your motivation this round is love, and the need to protect your partner from threats both inside and outside of the mall. Your objectives is to greet your lover with a kiss and place them above all others. Do not act like strangers.
Consequences for not completing the objective in this role or failing to present a convincing couple can be mild to moderate.
Pathological
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. Your motivation is to tell lies; at least one third of what you say must be unarguably untrue. Your objective is to keep these lies from being discovered as false.
Consequences for not complying with this role can vary from mild to severe, with the compulsion to tell larger and larger lies growing as time goes on.
Scared Speechless
Congratulations, participant! You will be playing a background character in our current setting. You may choose one person, stranger or otherwise. This is the only person you may communicate with, either verbally or through writing.
Consequences for not complying with this role are severe.
potency error
Someone seems to have miscalculated the relative strength of intoxicants; all inhibition-altering substances seem to have been cranked up to eleven. One shot has the strength of three, though the taste seems to stay exactly the same. One or two drinks will quickly creep up on you. One of the joints found discarded in the bathroom trashcans will easily green you out. God forbid you've got anything stronger.
greatest movie of all time
Settling in to the relatively nice theater found at the far end of the mall is a decent way to make the time go by. The projectors are automated, and there are six different theaters that show flicks at scheduled times.
Except that every single one of them is showing Spider-Man 3. Every single one, every single showing, no matter what is advertised, becomes Spider-Man 3. That's how you know this is a horror game. Hope you didn't wander in by mistake because the doors will shut behind you and leave you to watch the entire showing. Please keep your feet off of the seats.
please replace toner cartridge
It seems there was an error in printing someone this first time around; everything came through but the visuals somehow. Your character is flesh and blood, fully formed, wearing tangible clothes even, but are completely invisible. Donning additional clothing causes it to clip out and then promptly disappear. Taking clothes off will cause them to reappear. Hopefully this gets fixed in the next lite patch.
(If choosing to keep these threads as game canon, the glitch will wear off within the first in-game week)
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[ Niles thinks he would know. But as it stands, if he spends too much time out on this fog, he might start thinking otherwise. An expensive handkerchief is pressed over his nose and mouth, but otherwise he doesn't have any other precaution against the mist.
Dressed in a slightly-too-large suit, moderately expensive and tailored, Crane doesn't exactly cut much of an intimidating figure. He's all of 5' 9" and willowy at best. Not particularly fragile — he plays racquetball, after all — he seems to be handling this mist without an asthma attack, at least. (So brave.)
He holds up a pair of keys and jingles them. A second later, a car alarm chirps from behind him. ]
Call me— [... ] cabbie!
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But whatever. Those keys are legit enough; he's never been the type of person to look a gift horse in the mouth, and if the slightly twitchy quality to his body as a whole is anything to go by it's about time he seriously thinks about getting out of the shit for hot minute.
Parts of him are still bleeding from his last 'walk', he's pretty sure. What's with that, anyway?
...Eh, later problem. Time to get to it! The man sags visibly, letting out an exaggeratedly relieved sigh.]
Good, cuz that'd have been awkward. Anyways, five stars to Oo-bah! Soooo... [He peers around into the mist, squinting in the direction of the beep.] Where's my ride at?
[...Is the fog getting foggier, or is it just him?]
I googled Oo-bah and omfg also I'ma send a pic to you
Over here!
[ He clicks the button again and the car honks nearby. Crane's on his way to the driver's seat because of course he's the getaway driver.
Keys in hand, he closes himself away from the mist and when the passenger door opens, he leans to encourage Deadpool into the car. ]
Should we wait for some others?
[ There's room in the back after all. ]
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Maybe. He thinks. God damn that new kid (did someone say “jailbait”??) and his puppy eyes!!
Sigh. Mild offense on both his and Spidey’s part aside, a lift is a lift and so Wade wastes no time depositing himself into the passenger’s seat and making himself at home. The bag that’d been over his shoulder is deposited on his lap, and after a few moments of rummaging through one of the pouches Wade produces two things: a wrinkled piece of construction paper with what looks like a map and a bible’s worth of notes and numbers drawn messily in crayon, and a handgun.
Which he of course points at Niles almost lazily. Clearly this isn’t his first carjacking/kidnapping.]
Nah, I was thinking we’d keep this monogamus. [He squints at his map and points into the nothingness to the left of them with the hand not occupied with, you know, implying the threat of bodily harm. For what it’s worth, his tone is as light as ever, playful even, as he continues:] Mush! Hope you can follow directions! I hope I can read my directions, what the ass...?
[Sorry buddy, he’s been outside in that fog just long enough to be in a hurry- he’s not liking what’s going on in his head right now and if this guy doesn’t listen and get him where he needs to go he won’t, either.]
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I hardly think it's necessary to bully me into something that's clearly in my best interest!
[ He turns the key, revs the engine, looks like he's really ready to haul some ass... and then Niles puts on his turn signal and
s l o o o o o o o o w l y
pulls into the utter lack of traffic, cautious with his movements through the mist. ]
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[And Wade can't help it; he actually smiles at the guy's nerve. He likes him already, enough that he doesn't wave the gun around some more or bark at him to hurry up like a Real Kidnapper might. Instead he relaxes his posture (though that gun is still very much there and very much held in Niles's direction if not trained directly on him), wriggling more comfortably into the passenger seat.
He rolls his head against the cushion to face his unwilling chauffeur and then, conversationally:]
So Cabbie... You come here often?
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Only when I'm looking for some old fashioned get-away action! [ Don't ask him what they're getting away from, because as far as Niles can see there's fog... as far as Niles can see. ] Crank up the tunes, Tonto, this mustang's ready to ride~!
[ Nope, still going 22 miles per hour. ]
I'm Niles, by the way.
[ He leans a little, smiling thinly at Deadpool. This is about the weirdest thing he can imagine, but knowing it's simulated helps. Some. ]
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Anyway, the lack of ammo thing is actually half of the reason Wade's so intent on getting where he's going, and fast. The sane half. The other reason is very stupid and also very secret, for now.]
Pool. Dead Pool, [he offers in return, and as if this situation wasn't bizarre enough already he also extends his free hand, curled into a loose fist. POUND IT, DAWG.
...No, seriously, pound it. There's no telling how this crazy dude will react if Niles ignores the pound!!]
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Well met.
[ dot dot dot ]
So, is it safe to say you're a big Clint Eastwood fan? Or should I assume more... [ He lowers his voice in tone. ] —grim? And you're predicting deaths instead?
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If he were the type to actually laugh more than once every thirty issues or so, he'd definitely be chuckling right now. Well met, hoooo boy, this guy...]
Grim's my middle name, [he says, and while it might have passed for true before he opened his mouth, it's pretty obvious now that it's a joke.
OR IS IT:]
Some weird disembodied voice tells you to survive, you gotta assume there's gonna be some obstacles, right? And expect the bodies to pile up around 'em, probably. [It doesn't sound like he cares much- if anything he sounds... Excited?] Murderworld comma Maine, here we come! Hope it's as fun as Bayonne!
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—Ah, Bayonne, but I've had some fun times there. [ He puts on his blinker to go around some debris that... was probably a living creature at some point. Maybe. Or a creatively mangled shopping cart. Either one. ] Southwestern France is well known for its—
Well, pretty much only the Gramont family in that region, and the real reason for my visit. You see, Roger de Gramont, the hereditary mayor of Bayonne—
[ ... ]
Oh, did you mean New Jersey? Silly me, I don't know what came over me. I heard Bayonne and that's that!
[ Niles, please. ]