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Oᴀsɪs Mᴏᴅs ([personal profile] oasismods) wrote2016-03-01 02:19 am

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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dirtyredneck: (Upset (2))

[personal profile] dirtyredneck 2016-03-08 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
The walker rushed him. He'd given it too much time and it was rushing at him. Beth's face plastered onto it's body, making him hesitate. In the end, Daryl didn't fire the bow, but he did push her back with a hard, one-handed shove to the chest. He pushed her hard enough to knock her down on her ass. And with with another, horrified sob he couldn't hold back on, he turned and ran. He couldn't do this. He couldn't handle whatever this was his head was doing.

He knew she'd probably just show up again. Follow after. It wasn't like he could run from the ghosts of his own mind. But he couldn't just stay there with a walker he couldn't bring himself to kill, either.
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[personal profile] peacekeep 2016-03-08 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Beth hit the ground hard and didn't try to pick herself up. She was lost in a place she didn't know, she had just been cast aside by the man she trusted just as much as her own blood, and she was emotionally drained. She had no idea how to proceed from here, and didn't bother coming up with a plan. She sat in the mud, with the rain falling down on her, and curled up and cried. She would pick herself up eventually, but she had to give herself time to fall completely apart before she could put herself back together again.