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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. 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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Leia Organa | Star Wars
Ugh, did someone get the name of the bantha that stepped on me?
[Despite the fact that she's reaching up to touch her head, Leia's sharp eyes look around her surroundings. Dread starts to build up in her stomach. This is not The Millenium Falcon. Her husband is nowhere to be found and she can't remember how she got here. Which is not at all common for someone as rigidly controlled as she is.
She wastes no time in removing the restraints keeping her strapped into her chair and goes to check on the others who appear to be waking up around her as well.]
Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?
Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying
[Rain in a such a desolate place such as this strange oasis in the middle of a desert is actually welcome. And after so much time on Tatooine and Hoth, Leia's realized that she actually hates most weather. Because of what it does to her hair. Her usual braid is frayed and messy due to all of the humidity.
And concentrating on her hair is far easier than considering the fact that she and the others she's met so far are stuck on this strange world. And that this strange world has decided to answer their presence with ice from the kriffing sky! Or that the hail has woken up...Force knows what that are trying to attack the barrier around city.
But, she's got a blaster and she's determined to use it to help the others. She knows there are people out there still and that they'll need a clear spot so they can return. Most of her concentration right now is split between mentally complaining about her frazzled hair and making sure she takes care of the creatures. There are others around here doing nothing and after taking one of the things out, she turns with a hard look to those wasting time.]
Either help me take them out or get the hell out!
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No, not hurt, just hurting.
[ He blinks, once, twice...] Wait. Where am I? Where is this?
[ A beat. ]
Who are you?