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

[burnyoudown]

Kavinsky couldn't help but laugh. "You only say that 'cause you've never heard me describe someone I'm into. But yeah, cars are sexy." There was an appeal to them, to the aesthetic and the power and the ability to just go wherever the fuck he wanted. He hoped still, that some day 'wherever the fuck he wanted' would take him far from Henrietta.

"I wanna road trip sometime, this summer or after graduation. Bring my boys with me." He wasn't a big fan of 'the middle of nowhere' honestly, but he thought it would be more bearable if it wasn't Henrietta. Some place with a stretch of highway where they could race, just for fun, because they could. "Wouldn't even mind dealing with some shitty cheap motel."

He couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a slide, and while he wasn't particularly interested, he couldn't deny that swings were still pretty great. "I feel like people put too much pressure on being a 'grown up' anyway, like- the fuck does it even mean? Put on a suit and tie and fucking forget everything you used to love?" But at the same time, he didn't really remember what being a kid was like, or if he'd ever really been a kid.

[ironrider]

"You just did! The sound of the engine, the curves." He says back with a laugh teasing with Kavinsky. "Obviously from a purely physical standpoint. And, at least for me, I'm not only into curves." No, he doesn't think cars are people. Cars are easy to figure out. People are far more complicated. As much as he might make jokes or comments about physical appearance, that's the least important thing.

"What does a dream road trip with the boys look like? Where would you go?" For as much as he travels he still has a huge bucket list of places to go. Including several road trips. A lot of his travel is work related and the time consumed with meetings. He needs to get back to traveling more for fun.

"Who the fuck knows what that means." He shakes his head. "Being grown up should be about finally getting to do the things you really love. Buy the shit you want. Wear what you want to wear. Finally figure out who the fuck you are." Hell, he was still working on that. From the time he first shifted at eleven his life was shaped by what everyone else told him he needed to be. Once he found a pack and moved to New York he finally started to feel like he could figure out who the hell he is.

[burnyoudown]

He inhaled slowly, mulling things over. There were layers to that, really, about curves. Things he was still grappling with, that he hadn't really talked to anyone about. As if his attraction to Ronan was some sort of secret back home, as if his friends hadn't probably picked up on it. The only one who'd seemed to be in the dark about it was Ronan himself. "Yeah...I know what you mean."

Mmm, that was a good question. "I dunno," he admitted. "Just...going anywhere, through the countryside or whatever. Doesn't have to be somewhere special. Maybe some scenic routes in the mountains. Anywhere that's not where we started from would be good." And he imagined his boys felt the same way. He couldn't picture any of them wanting to hang around Henrietta after graduation, not unless something damn good happened.

"Exactly. Like, no one can tell you that you can't buy something or wear something when you're an adult." Barring certain circumstances, of course, which he was well aware of. But aside from that- "Man, I've been trying to figure out who I am for most of my life, and I still don't fuckin' know." He'd been struggling with it since the first time he'd ever pulled something from his dreams, when his father had entirely lost his shit over it. When Kavinsky had began to realize the world wasn't kind and his family was no exception.