TEST DRIVE.

[futurologists]

test drive Firstly, thank you for your interest! Secondly, since the game hasn't begun and therefore characters haven't actually gone to a world yet, this test drive is going to be a little different. It's intended to be presented as a mini-mission of sorts, on a much smaller scale and timeframe than a real mission in-game but with a somewhat similar feel. Because of this, if you join the game, you're allowed to count this as game canon, so make sure you make choices you want to follow your character into the game! You know how this works, so go forth and have fun, and don't forget to reserve! BASICS Anwick might have been a beautiful town once. It's hard to tell now, since most of the buildings are scorched and crumbling, but they do resemble some rural modern-day buildings. Likewise, the people don't appear to be living too much in the past; several are carrying intimidating guns. For years, Anwick has been terrorized by dragons, living in fear of the next attack. Not anymore. The people have just ended a bloody battle. Several people limp towards the outskirts of town, holding their bleeding wounds or new burns. In the center of town lies a slain dragon, the last full-grown one left in the world. To be honest, it looks like they've already taken care of their own problem. A monotonous voice comes through your communication device to explain. You aren't here to help the townspeople; you're here for the dragons. The one motionless on the ground may have been the last adult, but it certainly wasn't the last dragon. Her children are located in a nearby cave, alone and orphaned. They're the ones you need to protect. WYRMLINGS The wyrmlings are still growing up, only the size of a small dog. Each has a slightly different appearance, but all of them have at least a few bright copper scales. They're beautiful, and they look a little bit harmless... at least, until they notice you. These dragons have never been exposed to humans before. Or anyone outside of their family, for that matter. They're small and scared, and they don't know any other way to protect themselves than to attack. Luckily, because of their tiny size, they can't do much more than small burns at a time — but make no mistake, it still hurts like hell. The cave they're located in is pitch-black and labyrinthine. Every footstep echoes throughout it if you aren't light enough on your feet. It'll be difficult to navigate if you don't MacGyver yourself a torch or other form of lighting. Cell phones will work decently, at least until their battery dies, but you don't want to get stuck deep within the cave with no light. If you do manage to get through the cave and rescue some without getting burned to a crisp, the trouble's not over yet. You'll have to find a safe place to stash them until they can be relocated; the townspeople aren't done with their dragon-slaying yet, after all. Walk into town with one in tow, and you're putting a target on your back. (Of course, this doesn't mean you can't do it.) PROMPTS ONE ✗ GOING ROGUE Not feeling too obedient? Maybe you're ignoring the orders and helping the wounded people in town instead... or just coming to gawk. Maybe you're coming to slay the wyrmlings yourself. Whatever it is, at least try to be sneaky about it. TWO ✗ THE DRAGON'S CAVE Try to navigate the cave, fail to navigate the cave and get lost, or try to take the wyrmlings without getting barbecued. Somehow, you get the feeling that you aren't alone. Those footsteps are probably just your imagination... or they could be townspeople coming to kill you and the dragons. Of course, they could also be an ally, but you'd better hope you don't find out. THREE ✗ HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON You've gotten the dragon(s) to a secure campsite out of town, but the fun's not over yet. They're kind of freaking out a little. Some of them are still spitting fire. Even the less aggressive ones are crying shrilly, bound to attract townspeople or at least annoy everyone nearby. It can't be too hard to calm them down; they're basically scaly, fire-breathing babies, right? FOUR ✗ NIGHT TIME It's been a long day, and now it's time for the crew to sleep. Get to know your tentmates, try to ignore them, pray that they don't want to bring along a wyrmling to cuddle... or maybe you've been put on night watch with a few others, in which case you'd better find a way to pass the time until your shift's over. FIVE ✗ CHIT CHAT Network option! Maybe you've got a little downtime and you're bored. Or maybe you're frantically asking the rest of the team how bad a dragon bite is. Maybe you're just trying to figure out how the hell this magical jewelry thing works. No matter what, you get one username to identify you and one only — if you don't enter one, it will default to your real name (for example, Voldemort's would be tomriddle.) Choose wisely... or make it assfarts69, if that's your thing. More information on the network is here! SIX ✗ WILDCARD Do whatever the hell you want. Explore the ashes of the burned city, try to run as far away from this crap as possible, or try to teach a wyrmling tricks. The world is your oyster.

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[hardtohandle]

It would be a pain. [He nods his head along. It was the conclusion he'd come to, but he was far too used to taking orders. It seemed much easier to have someone else take on the burden of the decision. The corners of his lips quirk up slightly.]

[Gently, he removes his sword from its sheath again. It's a shame to apply a fresh coat of blood after he'd wiped it down before, but,] Well, an enemy is an enemy, after all. [With a quick slice and a soft gurgle, the weak breathing stops.]

[demonfisting]

[Convenient, then, that Kanbei is well used to giving orders - and well used to making battle plans that leave quite a bit of blood on both his own hands and his lord's.

So he doesn't blink as the man dies at his feet. Any man who takes up a sword - or gun - is knowingly putting his life on the line. If that man has regrets or second thoughts about his choices, it's not the place of his enemy to indulge them and give him a second chance.]

That gives us more time. There will likely be a search party, eventually.

[In due time. But first those back at the village will have to wait, allow extra time for a possible hold-up, decide who's best suited to go looking, go looking. They shouldn't be seeing any company for a while.]

[hardtohandle]

[Kashuu softly hums, cutting off a clean piece of cloth from the dead man to wipe his blade. Once it's sufficiently dry, he slides it back into its sheath with a smile. He stands back up, job done.]

Then, when they come, I'll be ready! It's waaay more fun than watching those babies.

[demonfisting]

[Ah, thank goodness at least one other person here is pragmatic enough not to freak out about retaliatory force.

...it probably means they're going to need to deal with the bodies themselves, too, but daimyo though he may be, Kanbei isn't too proud to get his hands dirty literally as well as figuratively, if that's the most efficient means of getting things done. So he kneels to examine the man's supplies.]

The wyrmlings are better left to those without the stomach to deal with these matters. One of these men getting through would be enough to destroy our efforts.

[This one, at least, is packed to spend a few days on the road, but no more. Not as much time as he'd hope, but certainly enough time to put some appropriate defensive measures in place.]