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

[readreceipts]

"About twenty I guess, one less with Dawn moved on." There's a fondness in her smile, focusing on the one ghost to find her peace. At least for a few moments before she realized that she was away from her new friends, and the best chance to get her life back. "They all died in school, who else would be more likely to have some unfinished business?"

The actual number of murders was low, all but one accidents. Tragic, unavoidable, and with so much ahead of them. All with something chaining them to the school.

Maddie stayed quiet at the railing over popularity. The most popular girl at school was Maddie's friend once, when she was eight. Before Maddie sent her packing and stopped being her friend out of fear. So all of that? Was on her. Sleeping with Maddie's boyfriend was on Claire. But all that money and status Claire had she did work for, in spite of also being a messed up basketcase blackmailing teachers and stealing boyfriends. "I hate to say it, but high school is just a huge disaster we survive and move on from."

"And what's you're usual thing for movies?" It was the obvious question, Maddie leaned forward to study him. Considering him from what he said. "So- kung-fu action flicks? Maybe something blood, sex and guns? Or are you about crass comedies about jackasses stumbling through life?"

[burnyoudown]

"That's sort of fucked. But-...I'm glad she was able to move on." He sounded just a touch hesitant about it, like he wasn't entirely sure it was a good thing. He guessed it might depend on the ghost? Or if there was an afterlife or just nothing at all. He sort of liked the idea that there was nothing after life, just an endless sleep. Peaceful. But he knew that idea wasn't for everyone, that some people would cling to their existence for as long as they could. He couldn't blame them for that. Not when he hadn't been able to let someone go, himself.

"Fucking truth," he muttered, before taking a sip of his drink. "I graduate next year, in the spring. Can't wait to get out." He wanted to feel like he could breathe again, move on to better things, a place that wasn't Henrietta. He wanted to study-...fuck, he didn't know. Art or nature or something. Maybe both.

He couldn't help but grin at the question. "Anything with cars in 'em, really. A specific focus, you know- street racing, car chases. Action stuff I guess, yeah. Shit that gets your blood pumping. It's the next best thing to being behind the wheel, myself."

[readreceipts]

"I think that's any death that isn't, peacefully asleep or something." Wrestling with death was pretty much her life now. Lingering in the aftermath and watching a world outside your control was twisted, but... it had its upsides. Charlie got to mend a wound he inflicted twenty years ago. Dawn got to find peace from something that happened to her fifty years ago. "I'm just sorry she had to wait so long to find what she needed, she died in '72."

She also was meant to graduate in the spring. Only now she might not. Missed too many days of school, several crimes committed she can't really contest as a ghost. Not that it mattered, she didn't have any chance at college anymore. Her face just read a mix of unease at this topic, not saying anything right away. Until she remembered that doesn't make it seem better, "So we're the same age, more or less."

"So you just drive, or are you one of those guys who spends the weekend elbow deep in car guts and grease?" It was a genuine question, because it was nice to get to know someone new. Someone she hadn't known all her life, or been stuck with in the hereafter by fate. Someone close enough to her she could understand, but wasn't her exact copy. And she desperately wanted to get away from topics too close to herself right now.

[burnyoudown]

He made a non-committal noise. He wasn't sure if peacefully asleep was any better in some situations. But- he wouldn't call what'd happened to Proko 'peaceful'. Fuck. He didn't know, and he'd agonized over the details for so long; he probably wouldn't ever stop. "Yeah, probably." He wasn't going to get into specifics, for both their sakes. "No one should have to suffer or struggle for that long." No one should have to suffer at all, in an ideal world.

But then- he hadn't thought about the fact she wasn't going to get to graduate high school when he'd mentioned it, but he realized why her expression was the way it was after a moment. He looked away for a moment, and though he didn't apologize, it was only so he didn't draw more attention to things. "Yeah?" He said instead. "So you're...seventeen? Eighteen?"

Talking about cars was easier, though. Safer, not tied to any traumas or anything. "I'm not so good under the hood. Something fucks up, I usually just take it to the mechanic's." Parrish did good work, and Kavinsky trusted his mechanical knowledge, even though he was pretty sure the other boy despised him. "But I could drive all day--or night. The sound of the engine is just- it's like nothing else exists, no stress, no problems."