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theflaws ([personal profile] theflaws) wrote in [community profile] flawedmemes2016-08-09 10:27 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME



TEST DRIVE MEME
PREMISE PLOT ARRIVAL SETTING NAVIGATION

01. ARRIVING IN PELEA
A cold wind singing down from the white-capped mountains which hang blue-black in the distance stirs your cheek, the tall grass all around you. A bough creaks as the wind makes it tremble, and the dappled shadows drift over you, leaves rustling. As you blink awake, you hear the quiet hiss of water over stones. You are not where you once were!

You and a large group of strangers are blinking awake, pulling yourselves up off the dirt, grass, and rubble near a small wooded stream. There is no evidence of civilization in sight, and as you exchange stories you realize that you must decide what to do.

Will you head past the trees and towards the mountains? Deeper into the forest? Stay put and wait for help to arrive? You might even try to meet everyone else, and either convince them to band together... or head their separate ways.

02. CITY SLICKER
There are many cities throughout the world of Pelea, and in most of them player characters, the Flaws, are welcomed as curiosities. Whether they're among the passionate, oft thought as hot-headed, but hospitable folk of the Banner or the noble and haughty people of the Empire, your characters will find a wide variety of cultures, races and simply people to interact with and investigate. They could be seeking employment, answers to the mystery of their arrival or other folk like themselves, or a quiet place to drink away their worries.

03. WILDCARD!
badassfreakingoverlord: (crap I'm a book)

Overlord Zetta | Makai Kingdom

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2016-08-15 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[A cold wind sings down from the mountains, whipping through the tall grass and rustling it. In its depth, a book opens its eyes, staring up at the clouds floating gracefully above.]

Damn... I lost everything.

[His castle... his comfy sofa... his whole freaking netherworld! All gone, thanks to the damn Sacred Tome! It mocked him even now -- even now that he had bound his soul to the damn book, the only way he'd been able to preserve his life. And now here he was, drifting hopelessly in the void between worlds --]

Wait a minute.

[Blue sky. Grass. Wind. No inky empty blackness.]

Where the hell am I?!

[And this rather profane question is all anyone will sense of a new arrival here, unless they come over to investigate the square hole in the gentle grasses...]