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legionofmods) wrote2019-03-27 03:23 pm
legionofmods) wrote2019-03-27 03:23 pm
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LEGION OF ECLIPSE TEST DRIVE.
"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:
...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.
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[Good Cop begins to make his way towards the ladder and begins clambering up, humming softly to himself. About halfway up, Bad Cop decides to chime in.]
This seems too easy. And quiet.
I know! But we should take good things as they come, right?
Hrrrm.
I'm staying cautious, I promise!
[He finally ends up on the counter and takes a moment to catch his breath. Bad Cop spins around, falling still as he listens to his surroundings. He casually begins to make his way towards the can of coffee]
Going to make myself a cup of coffee...not lookin' over my shoulder....
[He pauses, then whips out a tiny Lego shooter, pointing it at the open cabinet and firing off a few 1x1 pieces.]
AHA! GOTCHA!
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But there is a [comparatively] giant froglike Muppet looming over Bad Cop, only inches away from him. When did he get here? How did he move so quietly?
The brick pieces bounce off of one of his unblinking eyes. Wilkins doesn't even flinch, let alone acknowledge the fact that he technically just got shot.]
Howdy there! What kinda coffee are you makin'?
no subject
Luckily, Good Cop swoops in with a rather chipper expression.]
Hiya! Nice to meet you!
[His face spins around again, showing Bad Cop with a stoic expression on his face.]
Just...any coffee. [He taps a plastic hand against the can of Wilkins Coffee™.] This one. It's my favorite.
[Not because it's the only coffee can out and he doesn't want to accidentally get crushed trying to drag out the one he actually wants.]
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Why, that's real swell! I'm so glad you like Wilkins Coffee™, most've the people 'round here don't seem to know what it is, and it's a real shame for the state of their eternal souls, you know? I'm glad we're on the same page!
no subject
Well, neither Good Cop nor Bad Cop are going to correct Wilkins after that. Bad Cop clears his throat, gesturing for the puppet to move aside.]
Right, okay. Do you mind moving so I can actually get this darn thing open?
[Bad Cop doesn't like to accept help.]
Or, ah, could you actually just pop the lid off of that for us, please?
[But Good Cop does!]
no subject
[He pops the top off and just kinda throws it over his shoulder. It clatters on the floor.]
I just hate that so many people here are damned to eternal suffering 'cause they don't drink the sweet beautiful nectar of Wilkins.
no subject
[Bad Cop sort of just. Squints up at the terrifying felt puppet and frowns. He grabs the ladder leading from the floor to the cabinet and somehow pulls it up to lean against the coffee can. Before he climbs up, though:]
What's so special about Wilkins, anyways?
[The moment the words leave his mouth, he feels a sudden onset of regret.]
no subject
[His blank smile doesn't change, but Wilkins tilts his head to the side.]
You know, you should probably know that already! You sure you drink Wilkins™?
no subject
[This guy gives him the creeps. Bad Cop picks up the ladder and starts trying to inch towards the edge of the counter. He's suddenly decided he doesn't want coffee anymore--not with this beast looming over his shoulder.]
I think I'll save the coffee for later. You, uh, keep talkin' about how good Wilkins is.
[It's probably rather apparent he's trying to escape the situation right now.]
no subject
Wilkins edges a little closer. His face appears to crumple ever so slightly.]
So you don't want Wilkins™?
Are you sure about that?
[Answer very carefully.]
no subject
Not right now, no.
[Where the
fuckheck is good cop when you need him? Somewhere more fun and where he won't see the consequences of these actions because this is the TDM]no subject
But why? Why would you ever not want to drink the delicious lifeblood of Mr. Wilkins?
Are you lying to me?
no subject
[Good Cop is here for approximately 0.5 seconds before Bad Cop interrupts him.]
If this dumb coffee makes you act like this, absolutely not.
[He starts hastily hopping backwards to put some distance between Wilkins and himself. Unfortunately, he's just a little Lego.]
I'm out of here. You weirdos can keep your dang coffee to yourself.
no subject
I see.
[His voice is carefully neutral, and it's somehow even more disturbing than the excessive cheeriness. Wilkins shuffles a little closer. He also puts one awful felt hand on the ladder, gripping it tightly.]
You know, bad things happen to people who don't drink Wilkins™.