Test Drive Meme #1

[bocadelmods]

A Choice to Make
 

In the midst of your mundane existence, amidst a meal's consumption or perhaps amidst a desperate struggle for survival, you find yourself teetering on the precipice between consciousness and oblivion. Whether it's the mundanity of everyday life or the shock of an unforeseen revelation, the next chapter in your tale is etched in the unfathomable tapestry of destiny. Abruptly, a shimmering azure tear in reality wrenches you from your reality, hurling you into the depths of a foreboding cavern. Within its shadows, two sinister whispers assail your senses, each vying for control over the path you must tread. One beckons from the left, promising dominion and power under the aegis of an enigmatic ruler, while the other lures from the right, pledging a noble crusade for justice and salvation. With each step, the choice you make echoes with the weight of eternity, determining the very fabric of your existence

As you stand at the crossroads of fate, the air thickens with anticipation, suffused with a palpable sense of ominous uncertainty. The leftward passage glimmers with an otherworldly allure, hinting at the seductive allure of authority and supremacy. Yet, the rightward path beckons with an ethereal glow, resonating with the righteous fervor of a hero's quest to vanquish darkness. Each voice, a siren's call to divergent destinies, casts its spell upon your soul, weaving a labyrinth of moral ambiguity. For in this twilight realm where the veil between worlds grows thin, your decision is not merely a choice but a covenant with forces beyond mortal comprehension. Whichever path you elect to traverse, know that the consequences shall echo through eternity, shaping the very essence of your being in ways unfathomable to mortal minds.
 

1. Evil

 

Emerging from the left tunnel, you step into a labyrinthine city carved from the very bones of the earth, illuminated by flickering torchlight that casts eerie shadows upon the twisted visages of its denizens. Monsters, grotesque and malformed, roam the streets with a purpose that sends shivers down your spine. It becomes chillingly apparent that within this infernal metropolis, your destiny lies entwined with a bid for power at the side of a shadowy sovereign. Amidst the clamor of preparation, the temple to the enigmatic entity known as the First Evil looms ominously, its dark allure drawing in supplicants like moths to a flame. Should your throat grow parched from the fervent chants of devotion, the Cantina offers solace in its crude embrace, a sanctuary that exudes an aura of ancient malevolence amidst its clay and stone walls.

 

Yet, amidst the sinister ambiance, whispers of knowledge beckon, promising insight into the machinations of this unholy realm. Seekers of truth may find guidance from well-intentioned demons or delve into the esoteric depths of the Stacks, where secrets lie entombed within dusty tomes of forgotten lore. As curiosity compels you to explore further, the Bringers, sinister heralds of the impending darkness, stand ready to lead you to your abode, a cold stone sanctuary where dreams are haunted by the specter of impending conflict. And for those who prefer the solace of steel and the embrace of weaponry, the armory awaits, a chamber resonant with the echoes of impending strife, offering a grim reminder that in this realm, even sleep is fraught with the specter of violence.

          2. Good

Venturing through the right-hand tunnel was a pact, a commitment to a harrowing struggle that now unfolds before you. Emerging into the realm beyond, you are met by a spectral figure, a girl whose countenance shifts with each passing moment, a testament to the legion of vampire slayers that populate this accursed domain. She, like her brethren, is both warrior and guide, leading you through the labyrinthine streets with a cryptic explanation that betrays the gravity of the task ahead. Together, you traverse the shadowed avenues, passing landmarks cloaked in enigma, such as The Odeon, a den of debauchery where the echoes of revelry mingle with the cries of the damned. With a sardonic grin, she points towards the gym, a crucible where the art of combat is honed amidst the backdrop of impending doom.

 

As you journey further into the heart of darkness, the Resurrection Cemetery looms ominously, a sepulchral sentinel guarding the threshold of a towering edifice—the colossal teaching hospital that casts a pall of dread over the surrounding streets. Amidst a labyrinth of silence and apprehension, you arrive at your destination, standing before the facade of the Doubletree Hotel, its ostentatious glamour a stark juxtaposition against the encroaching shadows of desolation. Yet, even as the hotel's opulence beckons, a lingering sense of foreboding whispers tales of recent upheaval, hinting at secrets buried beneath layers of opulent facade.


A Grave to Dig – Resurrection Cemetery

Patrol, it's the nightly routine for slayers, a dance with darkness amidst the tombstones, where the soulless minions of evil lurk in the shadows, ever loyal to the malevolent machinations of The First Evil. A cemetery of this magnitude, its layout intricate and labyrinthine, serves as the perfect battleground for the eternal struggle against the forces of darkness. But it is patrol, right? Surely you're not taking a detour to The Odeon without your trusty stake and crossbow. Strange choices in these perilous times, indeed.
 

This graveyard pulses with the heartbeat of vampiric activity tonight, more undead rising from their graves than ever before. Will you recruit them into the fold of darkness, their loyalty pledged to The First? Or will you stand as their nemesis, driving a stake through their unbeating hearts? The choice looms before you, a decision that could tip the scales of this eternal conflict, determining whether you become their savior or their midnight snack.


A Party to Crash – The Odeon

Amidst the haunting melodies of an otherworldly band, The Odeon pulsates with the feverish energy of revelers seeking solace in food, drink, and a hell of a time. At the jumpstart of the bash, there’s no doubt you'll get to soak up some of that vibe. But lurking amidst the revelry, there's more than just party plans brewing.

If you've been getting those Slayer senses tinglin' 'bout the graveyard gig, hold onto your stakes 'cause The Odeon's gonna be jumpin' too. Within the shadowed halls of The Odeon, a palpable tension lingers, as The First Evil's malevolent design looms ominously over the unsuspecting patrons. In this twilight realm where the line between good and evil blurs, the clash between opposing forces is inevitable, and it's here, amidst the haunting melodies and whispered secrets, that the true test of one's training and arcane talents shall unfold.

 

Comments

[ineverygeneration]

Buffy's eyes bulged like saucers as she leaped from her seat, propelled by urgency to check on the injured girl. "Holy cow, are you okay?!" With cautious hands, she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the mangled flesh of the girl's calf. Whatever lurked beyond The Odeon's doors, or worse, within them, had savaged the poor girl's leg.

Springing to her feet, Buffy looped the fallen girl's arm around her shoulder, hoisting her up as she rose. She met the girl's gaze, her expression etched with concern and empathy. "Can you lean against this wall while I take care of that shoelace? I know a spot nearby where we can patch you up."

A gentle smile graced her lips, an attempt to offer solace amidst chaos. "Oh, and I'm Buffy, by the way. Just in case 'Mysterious Lady Offering First Aid' is a bit of a mouthful."

[diana_abel]

Okay. Cute blond girl was quick. Diana was barely able to register what was happening, before she was being fussed over like a little girl. She didn't mind exactly (even if she usually waited for at least the second date before letting someone rustle her skirts), but she had to suppress an exhausted sigh as she realized she needed a cover story. Fast.

Diana Abel had many, many talents. Lying? Not so much. In fact, she was somewhat infamous as the worst liar in the whole Order. Some the others joked that it kept her 'pure' or whatever. Made her work a lot harder, though.

"Um, I'm okay," she said. She had an aggressively American accent, bordering on West Coast Valley Girl. Absently, she groped for the wall, since her shoelace was a problem, either way. "Just kinda lost a fight with a really angry...cat."

[ineverygeneration]

Buffy, with a skeptical quirk of her eyebrow and a gesture mimicking fangs with her fingers, directed her gaze towards Diana. "A really... 'angry cat'?" Her tone was laced with a mixture of concern and amusement, though her Slayer senses were tingling like a thousand alarm bells in a cacophony of danger. Diana was a vampire — a certainty as solid as the stake in her back pocket. And she was fairly confident that encounters with vampires typically ended with either a frantic sprint or a bloody brawl. This girl, however, seemed more like an ally than a foe.

"It's okay," Buffy said, her voice a soft murmur as she leaned in closer, her eyes betraying nothing but kindness. "I just want to get you somewhere comfortable and semi-private where you can sit and heal." Her smile was warm, genuine, reaching all the way to her eyes, the color of a tranquil sea on a calm day. Scanning the club for a suitable spot, she spotted the introvert's haven — the couch tucked away from prying eyes.

"Come on," Buffy encouraged, looping an arm around Diana's waist for support as she guided her towards the plush sofa. It looked like the kind of furniture that could cradle a person in its embrace, offering solace in its softness. Partially concealed by a winding staircase, it provided just enough seclusion for a speedy recovery. "What do you think? Two thumbs up?" she asked, a playful glint dancing in her eyes, her lips curling into a reassuring grin.

[diana_abel]

There was...a lot to unpack in everything Buffy said and did within approximately thirty seconds of meeting Diana. Never exactly known for being much of a strategist--in fact, everyone told Diana that she was stupid and she generally believed them--her mind whirled with possibilities.

The mimicry of fangs was pretty unmistakable. This was a girl who was in the know. Possibly? Alive, judging from the pulse that Diana could feel in her skin. But familiar with the world of vampires and other supernatural weirdos. A ghoul, maybe? Diana took a quick peak at the girl's aura, as she allowed Buffy to lead her over to the sofa.

Nope. Definitely not a ghoul. Seemed pretty damn human, with only the slightest hint of a sparkle in the colors that swirled around her.

Okay, things were getting weird. Groovy. Time to..improvise?

Diana sat down carefully, not leaning against the back of the sofa, because her own back was also a patchwork of bitemarks. Still, it was good to be off of her feet, and she breathed a small, relieved sigh. "There were...a lot of angry cats," she said. Because she sure as hell wasn't going to be the first to use the v-word. Just in case she was totally wrong.

Wouldn't exactly be the first time.