test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[jumpscare]

___test drive meme: dead weight edition. Step 1 → Post with the character and journal you're wanting to play. Leave the message blank with your Character's Name | Character's Canon. Step 2 → Other people respond to your thread! Fight zombies, deal with the "fictional character" news, whatever you please. Step 3 → ??? Step 4 → PROFIT! Step 5 → Spread the word! Bring a friend! Make a random announcement on D_M! Get this post to crack the hundreds! It doesn't matter if you end up apping or not! This is a place of fun and meeting new people before the waiting!

Text somewhat shamelessly stolen from assguardians.

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[consultmybooks]

[When you run out of bullets, sometimes all you have left is an axe.

And then there are large women with greatswords.

Brienne is clearly strong enough that, with her blade, she probably has the capacity to carve herself a more permanent path out of the melee of six zombies than Giles is. Sometimes a sharp blow with his scavenged hatchet will ruin the zombie's brains and put them down, but sometimes it won't. Really, his main advantage here is experience: experience with zombies, experience with hatchets, experience in knowing just when to duck and weave.

And, in so doing, he'll eventually find himself close enough to Brienne to give her a bit of advice:] Decapitation. Only way.

[risks]

[ it's a little too late to stop her from feeling that way. to stop them both, elena thinks, her eyes dropping from seeking out caroline's. always is a long time. she's not sure she believes in always anymore, if she ever did, but she'll believe in it until she's proven wrong, and many times besides. for caroline. for herself. to survive and make it through. her eyes flick back up. ] We should get some sleep.

Walter Dornez | Hellsing: The Dawn

[deathfloss]

[Walter can bear the armor piercing existentialism question over being real or not. He damn well needs to breath and his fingers are stinging madly from a days worth of slaying. That counts as existing, prior reading material or not.

Arguably the ghouls (zombies as the public so feels incline to call them) are bearable. They are stronger and that does bother him making the once simple flip of the wrist to decimate dozens impossible. It takes focus to take one done, let alone a dozen.

No, by far it is the current issue at hand that is unbearable.

The cigarettes are stale, old, rotted, and so forth and so on. Oh the lighters work, but there is not much use for a lighter when the smokes do not offer that relaxing inhale of tobacco.]

Another stale pack.

[He grumbles and tosses it aside to rip another pack open. At least this 'Seven-Eleven' (he assumes it to be hours of operation, or were) has a rack full of them to plunder through.]

[vitruvianturtle]

HAAA!

[With a flurry of strikes, Leonardo dispatches and decapitates one after the other after the other, shouting as he goes. Finally, he has a moment and slumps to his knees, panting, only to be on his feet and guarding when the other approaches.]

Leonardo.

[youmissed]

[John doesn't even have time to instinctively flinch away from the wire shooting over his shoulder, Lin is just that fast]

I'll let you know when I do. [Offers her an exhausted grin, even if she doesn't seem like the smiling time. John turns with the breathing space Lin gave him and fires at some of the zombies further in the back, his pulse pistol flashing]

[number_one]

[He may not be able to tear through crowds like he did in his world, not with the severe reduction of his strength and power, but Masamune Date was still skilled enough for crowd control. Wielding swords and wearing heavy armor still came natural to him as a samurai after all, and it did well enough to keep him alive through the onslaught of the undead.

So naturally when he saw the young girl he did what he could to break his way through to stand by her and protect her from the hungry horde. His blue coat was stained red, his crescent helmet and armor glistened with the spray. He cast his single stormy eye to her and spoke in heavily accented english.]

You okay? [Of course he had no idea what the girl was originally capable of.]

[bigbad]

[Goddammit, zombies suck. And Spike and Elena have gotten cut off from the group. They've barricaded themselves in a vaguely sturdy building, but they're surrounded and it doesn't look good. Spike pulls the machete from his belt and hands it to Elena.]

Here. If one gets too close to you, hack at it till it drops.

Garry | Ib

[bluepetaled]

welp

[deadcenter]

[Senji clicked his tongue- angry that these little fuckers had gotten the jump on him. His powers were seriously diminished here for some reason, he was able to still make a knife out of his blood though.]

Hey you... ain't you from Deadman Wonderland too?

touko fukawa | dangan ronpa

[dissociates]

[movesillegal]

Yeah...

[With the cheating and stuff. He'd tout his status as a pro-bending captain and four-time champ by way of an overblown introduction, but thanks to this place and its tricks, he's just not feeling it. So 'yeah' pretty much cuts it for now.]

And you're Sato's daughter—Fire Ferret benefactor, am I right? [Tahno half-forces a smirk and manages to resemble his usual self a bit more closely.] There's a decision to regret.

[He'd say more and probably worse, but honestly? It's sort of comforting to be recognized by someone from home.]

you want more junkoz admit it

[fortitudo]

B...barricade the door!

[This is much worse than losing a Pokémon battle!! But he's already trying to push some furniture in front of the door-...!!]

[risks]

[ elena has ... some experience with knives and daggers and stabbing, but it wasn't until today that hacking anything with a machete became a necessity for survival. (ironically.) she drops the shovel she's been sporting (it was getting dangerously heavy) and takes the machete with slightly rounded eyes and a grave nod.

glass breaks somewhere to their left; the gurgled wails suddenly louder as a rotting hand blindly grabs at nothing over the desk they pushed flush to the potential entrance moments before. somehow that more than anything jumps elena's heart into action. ] We can't stay trapped here. There was a fire escape outside. If we make it upstairs, that alley could be clear while we're drawing them in.

[coffeemugsmash]

[ Thor follows at his brother's side, as though all the events of the past year and ceased to be. ]

Yes, of course. But where will we find such things? I have seen little that could be of any use to us.

[ Okay, so he was too angry and depressed and too busy smashing zombie heads to pay much attention to anything. ]

Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead

[littlebro_dixon]

[movesillegal]

[Today in Lessons Learned by Tahno: when bringing to a zombie's attention how hideous its face is, one should always do so with extreme caution. To his credit, he's quite fleet of foot when terrified and he's pretty sure he shook the undead off his trail after hopping that fence. But just to be sure, he keeps going until he nearly barrels into some girl.

Some girl with stupid hair and watertribe garb.

...

Hold up. Watertribe garb? Stupid hair?]

—Korra?

[coy]

[her eyes meet with her friend's before she closes her eyes, sighing again.] We should but can we? [her eyes open up again.] Weirdest slumber party ever.

[movesillegal]

Chief Bei Fong, what's going on here? [There were ugly dead people chasing him earlier. Let him hide behind you!]

[antivillain]

[Thor's handiwork lies strewn around him: mostly dismembered. If he surveys the field, a handful of intact bodies may stand out… and he may notice, though he probably hadn't at the time, that they have arrows in their eye sockets.

Another arrow comes whizzing out of the air, past Thor—avoiding him widely, but directly across his field of vision—and lodges itself in another corpse.

Moments later, Barton drops down from a nearby tree. He walks across the field toward Thor.]

Sorry. Just making sure you weren't in berzerker mode.

[antivillain]

Yeah, I decided I'm gonna be late reading that memo.

[Ducks so she can fire over his head, then pops back up behind her so they've switched places, and he empties a clip before dropping the gun and reaching for his bow.]

But higher ground is still a good idea. [Not just 'cause he likes it.] Might be able to get us to another building. If another would be an improvement.

[coffeemugsmash]

[ In fact, he had not noticed the arrows, too focused on what his next target was. But that one that flew just as things were calming down certainly caught his attention.

His head snapped up, looking for the source. He'd thought himself alone. If these things could use weapons, he may not fair so well against them.

But to his relief and surprise, there was Barton. A familiar face. But it made no sense in the reasoning he'd applied to his own presence here. Why would a human be pulled in as well? At least it was an ally, and one who could not have their power stolen away. ]

It would take a great deal more than these creatures to send me that far.

[ Those his tone marks another reason why the rage of battle hadn't quite consumed him. It reflects the weight he felt at being here. The depression that threatened to settle over him if he were to stop for too long. ]

[starspangledspandex]

[Inside, Steve slings off the backpack he's wearing and sets it down. It's only enough food for a couple days; he hadn't wanted to take too much from the family he had seen pictures of in the house. He'd grabbed an extra set of clothes too, though he had doubts about whether they would fit.

He furrows his brow.]

Couldn't tell you. It was in the room with me when I woke up. [Sorry Tony.]

[starspangledspandex]

I think you can when it suits you. I don't know anything about the people you've fought with but there's a reason you're not with them now.

[He still doesn't like this but the variables have changed. Keep your enemies close and all that. At least if Loki turns on someone it won't be someone unsuspecting.]

So long as we're clear.

[antivillain]

[Barton has about four expressions—if you get to know him really well, you might promote the nuances, call it six—but one of them is the bit of a smile he saves for allies. He throws that to Thor now as he passes him; before planting his foot on one of the zombies and using the leverage to wrench out his arrow. He frowns at it for a moment—as if trying to focus his eyes to microscope capability—before throwing a switch on his quiver and sticking the arrow back into it.]

Never thought I'd use the decontamination setting on this thing but… if anything about zombies is actually true, I don't wanna be spreading it around.

[He makes for the next corpse to continue arrow retrieval.]

Any of the others here?

[slay]

[ buffy and giles are sitting in a supermarket watching zombies paw at the locked glass doors out front that were once auto-open sliding doors when they weren't locked. buffy has grabbed a bag of cheddar popcorn and is sitting on the checkout, eating it while watching them smoosh their faces on the glass. or what's left of their faces. ]

So. Raise your hand if you miss zombie masters and demon masks. [ 'cause these are sure the 'common misconception' kind that eat flesh and brains. ]