oasismods | March Test Drive Meme

Test Drive Meme #2

Fire and Ice

Days. Four of them, to be exact. Those four days--four days and four nights--have been nothing but rain of varying intensities, but it hasn't stopped. It pours down in heavy torrents, sweeping away the grime and decay of the crumbling city. It floods the banks of the oasis and it drowns all nearby plants. To the point; it's a right pain to anyone hunting for game. Everything has taken refuge to higher grounds. Well, everything except the infected. They seem confused by this phenomenon. It rouses them from their dormant states and pushes them to be more active. If you find yourself out and about in the rain, you may want to bring a decent weapon with you and a friend to watch your back. ~~Or to trip should you find yourself in trouble.~~

What's worse than all that precipitation, you ask? Why would you even ask that? Haven't you seen a single horror movie? Well, since you asked; what's worse than rain is hail. How could that possibly make the situation more dire? You aren't worried about the insurance on your car, so who cares? You're sure full of dangerous questions, aren't you?

Hail impacts the ground, the buildings, the cars, and the wall with a mighty raucous. The sound as it hits the pavement is deafeningly louder than the sound it makes when it impacts the waterlogged earth, slowed by the trees blocking its descent. It won't take long at all before the group of survivors holed up in the city will notice a mass of shambling Iraites beginning to congregate against the walls and gates, attracted by the noise. They're toppling over each other and pressing against the boundaries. The gate looks like it might buckle under all that weight like a dam about to burst. You might wanna do something about reinforcing that gate, or maybe even start taking out the horde if you can. There are still hunters and gatherers out in the forest. If they come back to this mess, they'll never make it into the city alive.

If that's not enough trouble, you suddenly have another problem. Between the rain and the hail and the infected, a loud crack of lightning hits a tree near one of the crash sites. You can see the smoke all the way from the city and it lights up the edge of the forest. But that's so far away, how could it pose any trouble? You ask, because you obviously have a death wish. Well friend, you may recall a certain crashed shuttle in about that very direction. Such a thing is leaking some rather potent accelerant. Find a way to contain that fire or you won't have to worry about the infected anymore. You won't have to worry about much when the blaze takes out the forest and creeps through the city with a lazy hunger that cannot be sated.

[Mod Note: Pick any scenario, mix and match, or combine them all into one chaotic mess of death and mayhem. Feel free to do a crash scenario from the first TDM. Enjoy~]

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-- A) obligatory crash scenario, now with precipitation

Well, that had been a shitty landing. Whatever fuck had been piloting this thing clearly needed to have their neck broken (and license revoked. In that order). Squalo takes a few minutes to take in his surroundings, panic (who the hell were these people? how did he end up here? what the fuck was going on?) and find something to arm himself with - any loose parts, chair pieces or cable, whatever could be found inside would do for now -- and then the obvious course of action is, of course, checking out what's outside.

He's ready to hop out through the hole when he realizes the source of that sound he's been hearing. It's raining. Hailing, even. The visibility is shit, and it's probably a good idea to stay put until it passes or eases up.

Except, of course, right as he's trying to get as good as possible a look without sticking his head out, there's a gust of rogue wind, and a couple buckets worth of water and ice drenches him in an instant.

Know what's really worse than rain and hail? Having like ten pounds of wet hair. His cheek twitches. Three, two, one...

"VVOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!!!"

...surely nobody heard that, right? ~~A few earpieces might've short-circuited.~~

-- B) clean those city walls eh

~~Assuming he (somehow) made it there,~~ It doesn't take long to notice the gates are being assaulted. It doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out who it is, either. Squalo makes a point to climb on top of the wall to survey the... zombies? They don't look much like the Vindice, but even less like normal people. There's a lot of them, all along the wall, though the thickest numbers seem to be by the gates. No surprise.

Well, spartans don't usually ask how many enemies there is, either, only where they are. This would be easy to handle if he at least had a decent weapon. As is, the best he could find so far was probably on the level of a rusty pipe or a sharpened stick.

But hey, he always liked a challenge, right?

If you've been watching him, you'll see him grin, send a mock two-fingered salute your way and jump right off the wall. To the other side. IS HE INSANE? Rest in pieces, weird excitable guy, surely that's the last we see of him. But wait. There's... a commotion.

-- C) i set fire to the raiiin

When he happens to wander upon the fire, his first thought is to bail. Fighting the elements isn't something he's equipped to do right now. His shark could easily form a firebreak to stop it from spreading. Piece of cake. But all he's got is some scrap metal and frankly, it's getting really annoying.

But as he starts walking away, it dawns on him that there's... nothing to retreat to, really. Who knows if there will be any natural stops in the fire's way, and if not, this piece of somewhat hospitable environment would just be reclaimed by the desert. What can possibly be done here, though? Getting some trees and bushes out of the way, retrieving enough water or sand for it to be effective, all of that requires --

Wait. Someone else was nearby. He doesn't need to get a proper look to know it's someone with a still functional brain.

"Heeey! Hey you!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" was the loud yelp from somewhere to Squalo's left. A little below his line of sight out of the pod. "Are you trying to make us all go deaf? Fucking hell, man. What the fuck is your problem?"

Says the man who'd been yelling his head off for his brother not a half hour before and had only come out to Squalo's pod in an attempt to see if maybe it held his twin.

Well thank fuck, apparently there were people there. Since he's already soaked and there's nothing else to lose, he'll start climbing out the hole in the pod to get a look. He still looks furious, but it's not directed at anyone in particular for now.

"Shit, I don't know! Maybe it's the fact that I JUST FUCKING CRASHED IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE and got the fucking bucket challenge dumped on me in the span of three seconds?!!"

Great first impressions, looks like.

"You aren't the only one and you don't see the rest of us screaming our fucking heads off like that!" Murphy shouted back as he approached. He was polite enough to stand near and be ready to catch the loud idiot if he slipped and fell, though.

That's nice of him. It probably won't be needed, though; the loud idiot seems surprisingly firm in his footing and lands almost gracefully after jumping off the pod, if we don't count him nearly whipping himself in the face with his hair. He bares his teeth, wrings it out the best he can in the middle of pouring rain and tucks it into his coat.

"Clearly you have better company than I do!" Him. He's apparently the better company out of the two. Still, the situation isn't calling for pointless antagonizing. "Any idea where we are?"

"I did until I followed you dulcet tones," he smirked back, and not particularly kindly, either. The silence he had prior being the better company, of course.

At the other question, he shook his head, "No. Not a fucking clue. I've never been in a jungle before in my life."

"Sucks to be both of us, then," Squalo decides. He's half tempted to piss and moan about being stranded with someone completely useless in this environment, but truth to be told, he hasn't exactly trekked a lot of jungles himself. Damn.

He frowns and squints at the jungle, trying to see through the veil of rain. "XANXUS?!" he calls out at the top of his lungs once again, but there's obviously no answer and, displeased, he turns toward his new companion again. "Seen anyone else?"

Murphy winced and stepped back a couple feet, "Shut the fuck up, man. If whoever you're calling for could hear you, they'd have been here by now."

He shook his head and went to try and pull himself into the pod. See if it had anything different than the one he came down in, "Just you so far. But my brother has to be around here somewhere."

"Don't fucking tell me what to do." Still, he supposes there could be dangerous animals or unfriendly locals around here, so it might be a good idea to stop yelling and start moving. He ducks back into the pod to retrieve whatever looks somewhat useful - panel pieces, wires, whatever.

"So should my boss," he notes dully. "How do you know he's here, anyway?"

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