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JULY TEST DRIVE MEME
JULY 2020 TEST DRIVE MEME
Welcome to July's Test Drive Meme! This month's Test Drive's theme is: JUDGEMENT HORROR.
All Test Drive Memes contain at least one clue to the Deerington's upcoming in-game events for the month! Keep your eyes peeled! But...not literally.
Characters may die during TDMs, but you do not need to count it towards a game-canonical death unless you want to. Consider it a freebie. All TDMs can be considered game canon as TDMs introduce minor aspects about the world of Deerington that can be revisited by characters later on in the game. You may also use TDMs for your application writing sample as well as AC.
CW: Violence, possible gore, intense nightmares, possible death, religion, slow suffocation, melting skin, throat trauma, fire
Don't forget to tag content whenever necessary. Have fun!
STICKS AND STONES
Anyone who has been to school in Deerington likely knows about the possessed bathroom walls by now. The writing blasting your deepest and darkest fears, your best kept secrets, always manifesting the worst parts of yourself. It starts off slow, and grows, and grows... Anyone who looks at the wall only sees rumors about themselves, usually, but lately, people have started to be able to see rumors being written about other people. The writing slowly starts to leak out of the bathroom, starting to spread on the school walls and lockers. Eventually, it starts to spread out into the town itself.Writing and drawings start to show up around town. It seems like they're exposing peoples worst memories, their darkest actions, but anyone who reads the writing about themselves will see that Deerington has taken a few liberties to make it seem even worse. Did you kill someone in self-defense? The wall will describe how you did it in cold blood. Or maybe you accidentally broke someone's heart? Everyone will read how you manipulated, lied, and destroyed the emotions of an innocent person. Eventually, it will start to make things up that may have never actually happened, but when it's mixed in with all the stories that hold a grain of truth, how can anyone tell the difference?
People will find themselves compelled to believe the rumors, no matter how well they know the person they're written about. Some people might even find themselves tempted to add to the rumors with writings of their own.
You can not scrub the writing off the wall, but it can be covered up or scratched out by markers and paint. The rumors will just write themselves back in within 24 hours, but at least you might be able to stop people from seeing the worst bits about your personality if you're quick enough.
MAY BREAK MY BONES
People will start to find themselves getting exceptionally tired as of late. Even those who don't normally sleep, or normally can't physically sleep, will still find themselves drifting off into whatever equivalent their body can manage. Maybe you curl up on the sofa for a little nap or you're crawling into bed at the end of a long day or you could even just stretch out in the park to get a little shut eye.No matter where or when you fall asleep, it will be extremely restless. Nightmarish, even.
You "wake up" in a room with a large climbing wall in front of you and nothing but darkness underneath. You aren't alone; the person beside you seems to have just woken up here as well. Maybe it's a friend, maybe it's a stranger, but you're both going to want to take in your surroundings before you get to any kind of chit chat. You can tell you're dreaming, but it all feels, looks, and smells so real. The scent of rust, metal, and blood fill your senses to an overwhelming degree. If you usually rely on powers, you'll find that they aren't working here. You'll also find out quickly just how mortal you may have become.
The large wall is littered with traps. Spikes that shoot out of the wall, ready to skewer the unfortunate person in front of them. Large bear traps will snap shut, just the right height to cut off a persons head at the neck. Random large bouts of fire and sudden puffs of acidic gas that can melt skin. It's hard to tell what triggers each space or if it's entirely random, but you'll need to move quickly in order to avoid all the death traps that are awaiting you.
Especially once the wall starts to deteriorate in front of you. You have to start climbing. Now. You have to move quickly to avoid the wall falling apart while you're climbing it. If it catches up to you, you'll fall into the darkness below, eventually hitting the sharp rocks at the bottom. If you get injured by one of the traps, you'll find that you can really feel it. You'll bleed the same way you would have if you had been injured in real life— even if you don't normally bleed or feel pain at all.
If you climb fast enough and make it to the top of the wall, there will be a door waiting for you. Walk through and you'll wake up wherever you fell asleep. If you sustained any injuries, you'll find that they've been reflected on your body. Hopefully they weren't fatal. Those who don't have human bodies will still find gashes in their bodies where the injuries may have been sustained in their dreams.
Should you die in the dream? You'll die in real life. The body of someone who dies within the dream will suddenly convulse before turning to the same purple dust that all the other bodies in Deerington do before they're reincarnated a week later.
BUT WORDS STILL HURT LIKE HELL
Sometimes when you wake up from your nightmare realms, you won't be in your bed or on your couch. You'll find instead that you're stuck in a confessional booth, even if it means you've been resized to fit in the small space. There's someone on the other side of the screen, but it's not a priest; it's another Sleeper. You're both trapped, the doors refusing to open, and no amount of physical strength or destructive power will make a dent on the walls. The only way out... is to confess.And you can't just confess any old thing; it has to be something that has been weighing on your mind for some time. Maybe a memory that fills you with guilt, or admittance to an unrequited love, or a deep desire to hurt someone... Anything that's been keeping you up at night, causing tension inside of you. It's your chance to really get things off your chest.
The longer you take to confess, the more dangerous things will become. The air seems to be slowly being sucked out from the confessional booth, slowly suffocating whoever is sitting inside. Even if you don't normally rely on air, you'll start to find yourself choking. It's like your very life force is being sucked out of you. The more you talk, the easier it becomes to breathe, and once you've both finished? The doors will simply unlock.
When you exit the booth, you'll find yourself inside the Deerington church. Turn around and you'll find there is no booth in sight. Guess it's time to just head home.
Character Arrival
You can read how all characters arrive in Deerington here.There is not a collective "all these characters showed up at the exact same moment" occurrence in Deerington. Since characters fall asleep, die, or pass out at various times throughout all their worlds, it wouldn't make too much sense if they arrived in game all at the exact same time. There should be some discrepancy between character arrival, whether by a couple minutes, hours, or even days up to a week.
The players are entirely in control of how/when they want to play their characters arriving in Deerington. For TDMs, you can play it like your character has just arrived and that can be maintained as your game canon, or you can wait until game events for that moment. Or you don't need to acknowledge it at all. The flexibility for character allows a bit more of an organic feel to the character arrival situation, so please play it to whatever feels right for you.
If you are interested in having an "arrival" introduction for one of your TDM prompts, you are more than welcome to explore that option.
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And somewhere, buried very deep, was a glint of doubt. Something was off. Whether the case was that Atsushi couldn't or wouldn't put a finger on that suspicion, he did not care to know. This had to be Dazai. Atsushi doesn't want to lose his mentor twice. And if this was an illusion, well... It's a dream, not a nightmare. Is he wrong to indulge with it?]
I should've known. The walls have been telling lies all day. [Atsushi sighs loudly. It almost feels stupid that he ever thought Dazai could commit suicide.
Having craved any normalcy for a whole month, Atsushi quickly slips into a comfortable routine. He tries to trick his mind by moving and speaking normally, as if no time has passed. The effort being entirely subconscious, as a means of not addressing anything more complicated.
Atsushi opens his messenger bag and removes a cheap looking notebook.] Here. It's not much, but I've been keeping notes for when you got here.
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[ Even if this Dazai is very much different in some ways to the one that Atsushi may be familiar with, there are still those similarities. Like the way curiosity filters into his voice like a child; almost unbefitting of someone in his early twenties.
He does take the notebook, rather pleasantly surprised that he'd even bother with the notes. In fact, he's going to go flip through it now and see how in detail this is. Even if it might not be much, it's better than nothing.
And more importantly - the fact that Atsushi gave him this so easily means that he can absolutely use that fact to his advantage. ]
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They did. But I don't have time to pity myself, right?
[In that sense, he's been keeping Dazai and the other Agency members alive in his head as well. Atsushi offers a strained smile; a cross between his positive effort and negative lessons carved into him.
He tries to turn their attention to the notebook.]
I did my best to collect what information that I could. A lot of strange things have happened here. They were killed, but the town used to be covered in giant plants that lit up at night. [Atsushi watches Dazai's face for any sign of approval. Now that he's faced with him, Atsushi wonders if the notebook was a dumb idea. What if the information he's been gathering was useless, or so obvious that Dazai already knows it?]
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[ He says the single word in a way that could almost be attributed to praise, his single uncovered eye glancing through the words in the notebook as he reads through any information that he couldn't get at a glance from the world around him, or through overhearing what people had so say aloud.
Closing it up, he hands the notebook back to Atsushi. ]
Good work. Continue to write down at much information as you possibly can, Atsushi-kun.
[ There's not a single shred of politeness in his words, even if his tone might speak otherwise. He even smiles in Atsushi's direction in spite of the emotions not even reaching the rest of his face. ]
But you said 'killed'? So these giant plants were alive?