Opening Test Drive Meme

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TEST DRIVE
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Welcome to the first Test Drive for The Revival Project!

For those who do not know, this game is a spin-off from The Drift Fleet game, which is shortly closing. For more information about what this game is about, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

The TDM for the first round of applications is NOT required but is highly recommended. Really this is to see the interest level in the game as well as to have everyone interact on the new planet and with the new experiences offered here. There will be a post in the TDM where questions can be asked regarding the prompts/settings. We're keeping this loose though so go ahead and have fun with it. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ. 

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level so we know. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! The only option not allowed is to completely restart your character (because then it's not DFAU, is it?) 

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN! 

*ATTENTION! RESERVES ARE NOW OPEN!*
*ATTENTION! APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN!*
*GAME OPENS AUGUST 19th!*

WHALE COMB PARTY


In the square near your arrival point, one building seems to be in fairly good repair. It’s large and stark white on every wall. Unlike the other buildings, all the lights are on and the windows looking out are intact. That alone would make it remarkable but it’s hardly the most noticeable thing once you step inside the open doorway.

Hanging against one wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. A smiley is painted underneath it right on the wall with three eyes and long fangs. The fangs drip down all the way to the floor and the eyes are just a blob of paint, but whoever left it seems to have been trying, here. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it, barely legible. On every other wall is ‘EAT’ in various sizes and colors. They thankfully don’t drip as much as the smiley since, beneath them, are tables upon tables of food.

There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Bowls are full of them, apparently a welcome dinner for the Agrii’s new heroes. At the very least it will give everyone a quick crash course on what is edible around here. But some of it might have … adverse effects:

- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.

Of course, no way to know any of this before you chow down. So dig in and enjoy the show!

 

LOST AND ALONE


They said don’t go into the forest. If the noises there weren’t deterrent enough then the thick trees and lack of paths should have been. Yes, you’ll need food. Yes, both meat and many fruits are in the forest. But maybe you should have gotten some more information before heading in.

Congratulations: you went into the forest and are now lost. You can’t hear the murmurings from town, nor can you see any of the lights that might be flickering on and off in the city. How are you going to get back into town? How do you make sure that the creatures here don’t attack you? You probably don’t have any weapons, so you’d better figure something out quick.

Or, maybe you’ll get lucky and run into another foolish person wandering around out here. Try not to attack them - unless they attack first.

 

MILES TO GO


The first thing every survivor needs to find is shelter. Not long after your arrival at the fountain, it’s getting darker now and, even if the night is short (you’re about to find out it’s not!), you don’t want to spend your first one out on an unfamiliar street. Distantly you can hear a sound like a wolf howling through an elephant’s trunk. It’s loud and alien. Maybe you want to find somewhere to sleep a little more quickly.

Right away there are two pretty solid options that will do nicely for the night: an abandoned hotel-like structure and some empty stores.

The hotel structure seems to be the most popular option for others. Its large, overgrown lobby leads you to the staircase and over a dozen floors of rooms in varying conditions. Despite it looking as though no one has set foot in here for decades, the stairs and floors all are secure. The rooms that have doors on them open up to dusty rooms that all have a bathroom (of sorts) attached and long, narrow bed frames. Figuring out a mattress will be a challenge but at least this is a safe place to sleep. As long as no animals laid claim to this room before you got in...

But let’s say the room in the hotel doesn’t work for you. Maybe the room is too small for you. Maybe you don’t like the stairs. Maybe you want someplace private to separate yourself from the rest of these strangers and to think quietly about what to do next. Either way, the other option is any number of abandoned stores lining the block where you arrived. The glass doors and windows of many are broken but there are just as many intact as well. The rooms are all large and empty, as whatever wares inside were either taken or dissolved over the years. There may be a counter or two that will get you off the ground, though. With all this space, you’re bound to find something to sleep on.

Unless someone else got there, first...


code bases by tricklet

Comments

[brooklyn_boy]

Now that is almost a challenge, pal. Steve smirks and ties up his jacket-bag so it can strap onto his back and not spill things. Hands need to be free for hunting. Soldat definitely won't remember, but Steve had wanted really badly to be a boy scout when he was small. The closest he'd ever gotten was an old handbook that was probably from the year Boy Scouts started. Still, it had hunting tips in it and Steve might not be Nat but he knows how to sneak.

"I assume your knives were all taken." No one has any weapons on them. Not the most helpful for getting fish or meat, but there are rocks on the ground. Steve kicks around a few until he finds one that looks like it might have an edge. He tests it on his finger and. Well. He has butter knives at home that are sharper but it can do in the right hands.

He offers it to Soldat with a small shrug. "I'll manage with a big branch," he says, already eyeing one he can break off a nearby tree. Blunt force is more his speed than precision slashes anyway.

[sinistral]

He shrugs as Steve smirks at him; he doesn't know much about the other man but he's pretty sure he's not really a hunter. Hunting things, even game, means being at least somewhat comfortable with killing, and that's not an impression he has of Steve. Then again, he doesn't really know him that well. He can't even be sure if this is the Steve he'd met in the Drift Fleet or not.

He supposes that it probably doesn't matter, not really. The man he met in the Drift Fleet showed him that quite clearly: Steve Rogers wants the kind of personal relationship that he doesn't think he'd be able to have with anyone. Therefore, there's not much use for him other than as a soldier. At least in a situation like this, that could be an asset.

He nods to the question and moves to the side of their little clearing, concentrating on the animal noises. Judging from what he can hear the animals don't seem too big, though he knows that impression might not be overly accurate given that he really doesn't know much about where they are. He hesitates to even estimate the number of the creatures and if the need for game wasn't a reality, he'd likely try for observation more than attack. But they need to be able to eat, all of them that are apparently stranded here, and he's very conscious of his own caloric needs. Hunting needs to be the priority.

He looks at the rock with an incredulous expression. "You're kidding, right?" He'd managed to scavenge a length of wire from the ruined city; it's not the best garrote but it'll do. And, well, the Winter Soldier wasn't just trained to use weapons, he was trained to be a weapon. He's pretty sure that bare hands are all he'll need.

Magic Mod Powers have created a new animal!

[brooklyn_boy]

He sure doesn't remember Steve Rogers. Sure, he doesn't like to kill, but he was in a war zone and knows when it's necessary. Killing, right now, is just as necessary no matter how distasteful he finds hunting, usually. Lord knew he'd killed worse during some hard missions overseas. Both of them had. But right now Steve was the only one holding onto those memories and the man next to him didn't need more ghosts on his heels.

He tosses the stone behind him and cracks off the branch instead. It's thick and will probably do just fine with his strength applied to it. Provided that doesn't make it shatter, of course, but it's not like he couldn't fight with his hands. The Winter Soldier wasn't the only one who could handle himself.

Which Steve does absolutely nothing to prove when he nods over to his partner and pulls back the rustling bush to expose what's on the other side. It's not big animals; the thing is probably only about as big as a rabbit with ears just as large. But that's about where the similarities end since the rest of their bodies are much more like an armadillo with all the bald skin and textured hide. A big-eared armadillo. With fangs and claws.

There's also about twenty of them who all hiss in Steve and Soldat's direction before swarming forward.

"Well!" Steve says as he braces himself and smacks one into a tree while another tries to bite his leg. "At least we'll have plenty of meat!"

I had an appropriately sarcastic-funny reply and my tablet ate it and now I’m sad :<

[sinistral]

Of course they’re small animals. Of course they are. He would have preferred larger prey just given the crude weapons they have but they are of course not that lucky. Still the two of them are fast and are fairly physically resilient; that should be an advantage.

And Steve seems to be the sort for idle chitchat in the middle of a fight. He has to forcibly refrain from rolling his eyes. The Winter Soldier didn’t speak in combat unless strictly necessary and while he isn’t quite that man anymore, old habits die hard.

His own strategy, once he sees how the creatures seem predisposed to a swarm-and-bite attack, is to try to take them out with a well-placed swing of the fist. Specifically, the metal fist. He’s not sure he wants to find out first hand what the bite strength of those little jaws measures and — more practically — he doesn’t know that they’d be able to easily replace clothing or boots. Kevlar might be strong but it’s certainly not completely indestructible. It’s also possible, he thinks, to grab them and snap their necks for a quick death, but they probably need to thin the numbers a little bit first. “Just focus!”

Oh man, I want to know what it was so now I'm sad too :C

[brooklyn_boy]

Their bite fucking hurts. Steve kicks one of them off and smacks a second one off a few feet but there's just too many to watch them all. One of the creatures manages to get behind him and sinks its teeth into his calf. It's a strong bite and Steve lets out a surprised squawk before killing it with a punch of his own. He has no time to check if he's bleeding and leaves that up to his serum to worry over. There's five sets of claws and teeth coming at him straight on so that takes an easy priority.

"Wish I had my shield," he grumbles. That would have made quick work of at least dispersing them. But even without they are both doing well: twenty-odd is now dropped to a pretty manageable dozen. Of course, these are the fastest and, apparently, smartest left of the pack. Steve kicks one away from the soldier's back and stays there so they're both on each other's six. The animals pause for a second and then regroup to charge again.

"Watch: they won't even be edible..."

[sinistral]

The creatures are small and fast and annoying to face without proper equipment. What’s also annoying is the reality that it’s better to stand back-to-back with Steve, giving better coverage of their flanks and backs as the armadillo-ish things attempt to swarm them. They’re certainly tenacious, a trait he can understand — and even admire, if it wasn’t making their lives a little more difficult right now.

“Do you always talk this much?” he finally asks, though without taking his eyes off their supposed prey. It’s certainly jarring compared to the way he fights. He’s not supposed to be seen, heard or noticed and those that do notice are usually dead not long after. He might not be that assassin anymore but those skills and habits are not easily forgotten.

The creatures charge and he pivots, fast, intending to meet them on his left. That arm is strong enough to take whatever punishment they can dole out, he’s pretty sure. He’s definitely interested in bringing the fight to a close.

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve is used to fighting with the Avengers so he doesn't actually think that much of the talking. Tony is the real chatterbox half the time, after all. But with Soldat pointing it out he has to admit that, yeah. Okay. He talks in battle more than a trained assassin is probably used to. Steve laughs a little, amused at the realization more than he's bothered by it.

"Yeah. But it could be worse."

He rotates as Soldat shifts, keeping to his right. The creatures are busy charging at him so Steve takes the moment to play some golf and smack away the ones that are too distracted to see him coming. They go flying, either killed by the impact or smart enough to retreat. Once the numbers get thin, the remaining ones seem to be thinking about scattering. Steve will not be sorry to see them go.

[sinistral]

It could be worse is never reassuring and only makes him grimace. It's also tempting fate far more than he'd like, considering that statements like that can be considered a dare to those with power over others, and he still doesn't know who or what, exactly, brought them here. Steve may be amused by his own comment for reasons unknown, but he finds nothing at all amusing in the situation.

At least he seems to be able to put that branch to use; in the wake of a wide sweep is an excellent time for an assassin to grasp the advantage, dropping to a crouch to wring the necks of two creatures and landing a very solid punch to the side of another. The impact of its body with a tree, combined with Steve's efforts and the carnage around them, seem to make the rest of the animals decide that retreat is the best option.

It leaves them alone with dead or dying animals, the latter of which they'll have to put out of their misery. He moves to start methodically doing so, without looking to see if Steve will do the same.