LEGION OF ECLIPSE TEST DRIVE.

[legionofmods]

"Your characters is forcibly recruited into the Legion of the Eclipse, a multiversal legion of supervillains. They've had their eye on you for a while, and now, they'd like to formally invite you to join them!

...The issue is that there are a great deal of you, and the Legion is a very exclusive club. So, you're offered a challenge: if you wish to make it into the legion, you must commit murder or avoid being murdered. But you can do that, can't you? You're a villain, after all!"

This is the official test drive for Legion of Eclipse, a villain-only murdergame. Characters who don't fit this criteria might be PMed by the mod and asked to remove their prompts, for consistency purposes. This test drive will remain open until the game itself opens, and comments from this may be used as part of your murdersheet. Please list your character's name and canon in your header, and please feel free to consult our FAQ if you have any questions. Reserves open on April 12th.

You may use your own prompts, or the example ones below:
 

1 - Meticulous Planning
Despite whatever plots and schemes you might have had going before, you will find yourself waking up here. The room's architecture is stunning, and captures the aesthetic of 1950's sci-fi futurism. Only problem is...is that you don't recognize it. Once you leave, you'll find that the rest of the place reflects that same aesthetic - and judging by the heat and that wall of lava that you can't reach, you're in a volcano. Fortunately for you, it seems as though everyone else here is just as confused...especially by the fact that the terminals scattered throughout the building seem to have comprehensive information on all of you.

The monitors mounted on the walls of just about every room of the building display the message "INFORMATION AT 12PM." Guess you're stuck until then.

2 - (We'll Have Food)
You'll find that despite your hosts' threats, it gets...rather boring around here. Fortunately, there is plenty to do. The kitchens are well-stocked with just about every food you can imagine, made to order on demand from a similar set of kiosks. Other features of The Volcano Lair include a room filled with sharks, a vehicle hanger filled with inoperable mechas and hovercars, a power plant, a fully-stocked bar, a music room, and a war room consisting of a very large table...and nothing else.

Feel free to add your own rooms in your prompts, and if we like them, you might just seem them in-game.

3 - Tenacity Spanning
Another week has gone by, and as per your hosts' threats, they've decided to release the secrets of everyone still alive. Each of the monitors in the building will display footage of you, revealing both devastating secrets and what exactly you were up to in your homeworld. If you haven't told everyone about this stuff yet, now's the time to do so.

4 - (We Repeat, Endless Meat)
Like it or not, they'll have their murders. You're either going to find a body, or you're going to be a body. Or, if you play your cards right, perhaps you'll be the one committing murder to begin with...any way you slice it, the game is afoot. Prepare yourself and react accordingly.

5 - Decades Of Denial
Trials are particularly devastating. You're sat across a large table with enough seats for all twenty of you, made to debate and accuse each other. Perhaps this could be your time to twist things in your favor, if you're so inclined...

6 - Is Simply Why I'll--
Wild card prompt. Go nuts.

Comments

1

[heyhoho]

[At being grabbed, Long John whips around and reaches his free hand to his hip instinctively.]

Hold on, now - [He slowly relaxes his hand, all casual-like.] You just about almost pulled me over!

[He laughs, and leans against his crutch, and takes a moment to rack his brain.]

Can't say I ever seen you before, but how about you give me a name to the face? See if I heard of you.

[Which he's doubting.]

2

[heyhoho]

[Being stuck in this place was more than good enough reason to drink, and it looks like this other guy here had the right idea of it. Not about to turn down company, Long John sits down next to him and gestures to the whiskey.]

Feelin' in the generous mood?

[startercar]

Oh, it's not human suffering that's enjoyable. [Whenever Dennis taps into these power fantasies, his voice tends to get arch, as if there's an entirely-concocted British accent lurking in the darker corners of his vowels. His bearing becomes very affected, and his eyes seem to fix in his head.] It's the power. You could take their fear away if you wanted to. You could let them live. But you won't. Not unless you want to.

[This is veering into territory that's unsettling Dennis' delicate system, but he can't show that right now, in front of this person who has, according to these monitors, done some pretty intense stuff. It's not just ego stoking Dennis' braggadocio; it's also fear, the sense that the ground is unsteady under his feet, that any second now he could just plummet through the floor.

The best way to avoid that fall is to talk down to someone, even if you have to make it up. Even, especially if, it's becoming increasingly obvious that this person could kill you very quickly and wouldn't even take the time to make it artful. All the murders in Dennis' head are artful. Reality sits outside him, bundled and disheveled, but as soon as it enters his eyes and ears and mouth it has to take off its grubby coat and make itself presentable.

It's the only way to get by.]

Now, you said decades? That's a long time to do something you don't like.

[mostwantedfrog]

See? Do not insult skin texture when you do not even get texture right.

[They're just holding hands now I guess]

And I do not cower. Others cower before me. Entire Russian gulag fear my wrath.

[endoftheuniverse]

[On his first point, Liam might agree - if he weren't under the impression alien species were inherently better than humans. And on his second, Liam won't allow himself to reflect on whether Lore is right, lest he find a new crack in his determination that hadn't been there before.]

I'm certain I did the right thing - well and truly above the standards of anyone here. That much is not in question.

[But that wasn't what this conversation was about, was it? These people were playing a game with their lives on the line. They were looking for weaknesses, and by incriminating himself, Liam had given them the shovel to bury him with.]

I am trying to explain that I have no interest in any sort of Legion that takes pleasure in atrocity. This game is of no benefit to me.

Though, I do not intend to lose. I suppose you do not, either.

[If he truly has failed to convince their moderator that he should not be here, he may as well be sure that the others know he will not take it lying down.]

Wilkins / Wilkins Coffee ™ Commercials

[willheorwonthekins]

We'll Have Wilkins Coffee ™

[Anyone approaching the kitchen can hear the scratching and skittering in the cabinets, the clattering of objects thrown to the floor, the somewhat maniacal giggling as something makes a mess of the area. Once you enter the room, you'll find various bags torn open and boxes torn to shreds, their contents spilled on the floor. The culprit is nowhere to be seen, but... you may get the vague sense that you're being watched.

The coffee maker stands pristine on the counter. Multiple cans of coffee are laid out in an orderly line beside it- all sorts of different brands, including an old and battered can of Wilkins Coffee ™.

You want to make coffee for yourself? Go right ahead, help yourself! Just know this-

You are not alone.]

(We Repeat, Endless Wilkins Coffee ™)

[Ah, fuck. Someone killed Slappy the dummy. This is the worst outcome.

Except it may be about to get worse, as this horrible little Muppet gremlin picks up the broken puppet, inspecting it curiously. He'll look up if someone approaches-]

Why, hoooowdy there, stranger! Looks like this fella's gone a little stiff! You know what his problem was?

[He smiles- serenely, and without even a hint of empathy in his horrible little eyes.]

He didn't drink enough Wilkins Coffee ™! And we all know what happens when people don't drink Wilkins ™! You start to lose your head!

[It all happens quickly. You may not even really register what happens at first. Wilkins slams the puppet corpse against the wall, and the force of the impact is enough to take Slappy's head off. Splinters go flying.

Wilkins drops the decapitated puppet and stares at the spinning, severed head. He seems pleased. After a moment, he stares up at you.]

Do you drink Wilkins ™?

[madmadam]

[Mim has been a literal fly on the wall this whole time, watching Mok growing increasingly angrier with the jukebox. She finally poofs back to her regular self behind him.]

That's no excuse to take it out on the poor box, now is it?

that icon im fucking ghdslgj

[popstarmanifesto]

Ahh, it's always the round pink ones, isn't it? I feel ya, buddy.

[ It's all fun and games until the marshmallow goes sicko mode. ]

[wrenches]

[The gesture catches his eye and Wrench glances to the side to take in his new acquaintance. Seems par for the course considering all the people he’d seen so far. He remembers seeing this guy’s pic in the profiles he’d gone through. Name hadn’t stuck. Setting his glass down he holds up the bottle of whiskey tipping it towards him with his brows popping up a little.

Want some?]

[tedioustrivium]

Oh, nothing at all, my good man. I just thought it would be a good use of time to organize them. It'll fill up your day nicely.

[tedioustrivium]

Oh, but there are so many better thing to do than that! Why, a little birdie told me there's plenty of paperclips to unfurl.

We Repeat

[beholdthetruejerks]

...you done with that?

[Indicating the shattered Slappy corpse.]

[Who let these two be the corpse touchers.]

[beholdthetruejerks]

...ANY lizard pirate or the big shouty scary one?

[This is an important distinction.]

[beholdthetruejerks]

Uh- nothing! Cause I've never worn them.

[He is sweating very tiny but numerous droplets of ice.]

They're supposed to accomplish a bunch of BALONEY LIES about everyone, is what they are!

[beholdthetruejerks]

No-! That's not-!

[He shakes his fist in icy, impotent rage.]

GAH, CURSE YOUR STUPID LOGIC!

[darlinlildevil]

Well, how else am I s’pposed t’gather the attention’ve someone as tall as ‘ya!

[ The toon grins, placing his hands on his hips as he turns his attention up towards the stranger. Ignoring the heat of the... well, volcano, Bendy gives a confidence stance as he clears throat. ]

The name’s Bendy. The dancin’ lil devil! Surely, ya’ve heard’ve me now, right? My show was huuuuge! [ He extends his hands out in front of his face, a chuckle leaving his cartoonish smile. ]

Re: FOOD!

[beholdthetruejerks]

[Have you ever heard a thousand year old man shriek like a prepubescent girl? You have now.]

I'M BEING CARJACKED! BANANA GUARDS!

1

[beholdthetruejerks]

Hey, it's a mystery to all of us, sister.

[You may have to make your threats less subtle for him to pick up, Vitani.]

Sometimes you just gotta dig deep inside and try to take pride in YOURSELF, see?

3

[beholdthetruejerks]

Wow.

[The Ice King stands and watches for a second.]

...Good thing that guy's not you, cause he's lookin' like a HUGE weenie right now.

Re: Tenacity

[boxer_brief]

And THERE'S THE FIRST VOLUNTEER.

[He turns and stalks towards Mystique like a miniature thundercloud.]

You wanna say that to my face this time?

[willheorwonthekins]

Why, sure!

[He offers the corpse to Ice King.]

I have no use for a dead man! Unless he's got Wilkins Coffee ™ inside of him.

[boxer_brief]

How 'bout I give you a count to ten to stop giving me orders, old man.

[boxer_brief]

Don't know, don't care. It's gonna be a pile of space-dust as soon as I find my goddamn ship.

[clozapine]

Why don't you have a face? It's creepy as hell.

[He's cute straight to the point.]

[breathingsounds]

[I dunno man he's got a lot of practice with the ominous loom.

Vader himself does not sign, but the expressions are enough to get the general mood of the jab across. So instead he reaches up his hand and twitches his fingers, a touch of Force to add pressure around his throat.]

I assume, as you are acknowledging me, that you are not deaf. Therefore I will tell you to find a better answer, or the Empire will discover if you have the power to scream.