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petoskeymods) wrote2018-05-11 09:30 pm
TEST DRIVE MEME
This is the test drive meme for Summer Camp Petosky. Feel free to use this to voicetest, gather samples for your potential app, or just have fun in the setting! Reserves open on May 20th. Hit up our FAQ with any other questions!
Feel free to come up with your own scenarios as well! This is just a sampling of the camp fun that you can be expected to have in the game. Here is our Locations page!
1. WHO INVENTED TRUMPETS
You awake with a start in one of the cabins that litter the campgrounds to the soothing sounds of A goddamn trumpet in your ear.
Alright, it's not in your ear persay, but it is being played from a stereo in your cabin, cheekily repeating itself over and over until you stumble out of bed and turn the damn thing off. 'Bed' in this case being one of the bunks in a bunk bed, wearing entirely unfamiliar clothing.
Welcome to camp. Get to know your fellow campers, your new roommates and the other people who are getting the same wakeup call in the cabins nearby.
2. WHO INVENTED FROGS
It's night. There's nothing around but the soft sounds of nature - the wind, gentle splashes from the lake, Frogs screaming all night -
Apparently, one of your counselors has gotten fed up with the noise, and kept you all up so you could go and hunt frogs, with a light and a container with a lid to keep all your catches in. You've got a partner and until daybreak, and the team with the most frogs at the end of the day gets a whole week's worth of tickets. Think of all the candy you could buy with that.
2A. MAYBE BREAKFAST IS A BAD IDEA
The next morning as you all file in bleary eyed from a long night of frogging, you'll notice the kitchen is serving up all your standard american breaskfast favorites: pancakes, bacon, eggs, frog legs-
Frog legs.
Hm.
3. WHO WANTS TO GO HORSEBACK RIDING?
Thankfully, it's not all frogs and mayhem. The Counselors take you out horseback riding through the woods - which would be a fun time if not for one little fact.
The Horses you're riding are all entirely made from living wood. They even like pets and make the appropriate horse noises somehow, but they're made from wood. They don't seem to be dangerous at least, but...
The counselors warn you to stay on the trail and not go off it, no matter how much the horses want to go there. If you decide the warnings are for suckers, well...You won't get very far off the trail before the horses buck you off and begin sticking their roots into you, forcibly sucking your blood with delighted whinnies. At that point? All you can do is hope someone hears your screams and chances coming to save you.
On the other hand, if you listen to the counselors? You get a pleasant ride through a beautiful forest. Maybe listen to the counselors for once, yeah? Or don't - it's your funeral.
4. CAMP SLASHAWAY
Looks like one of your fellow Campers has died - at the hands of one of your own, no less. Maybe you should get around to checking out the body, and make notes of the condition - because the counselors sure aren't going to be any help here. And if you happened to do it...well, maybe you'd be better off misleading them or obfuscating evidence.
5. TRIALS AND SMORES
It's night. the campfire is roaring, you're all seated around it, and now you've been told to do your best to find the killer. Of course, the killer will be punished, but the counselors say they'll only be put in time out - which is a small wooden shack nearby. However, you can all see that they've put the victim's body in there...which is gross and intensely unsanitary. Yet at the same time, something about that hut just...frightens you.
You'd better find the killer, and hope that no one votes for you tonight.
Eddie Kaspbrak | IT (2017)
No. Uh-uh. No fucking way. Do you have any idea how many fucking diseases a frog carries?! DO YOU?! This is so unsanitary. I didn't sign up to go catch little plague bearing amphibians in the middle of the night.
[He holds the little plastic container at arm's length, gesturing with his other hand.]
Besides, what's the fucking point of all this? This is supposed to be summer camp. If i wanted to dissect frogs I'd have gone to that weird science camp with Stan. And why are we doing this at night? Someone's going to, uh, break an ankle or fall down a cliff or something... it's a fucking liability.
[Something shifts in the grass and he screams]
What the fuck was that?!
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[Eddie had to be threatened with punishment to even get on one of those horses. The counselors are regretting that decision, though, because he has spent most of the trip complaining]
Does anyone know what kind of wood this is? Because I'm allergic to maple. [He looks at the weird-ass horse thing] Are you made of maple wood? Because, uh, I think I'm getting itchy. I mean... it's still better than real horses, because their hair gets everywhere and they bite and do you know how many germs are in a horse's mouth?
[He was so busy complaining that he hadn't noticed that the horse had gotten fed up with him and wandered off the path. As soon as it was a sufficient distance away from the group it bucked, easily throwing its young passenger from its back. Eddie screamed as he flew through the air, hitting the ground with a hard THUD. The air knocked out of him, he gasped for breath, scrambling for his inhaler. He managed to get his fanny pack unzipped, staring wide eyed at the horse as he pulled his inhaler out from beneath the pills and anti-itch cream and the epi-pen and other various useful items. Before he could take a puff, however, a root spread out from the horse's flank and stabbed into his leg. He choked out a scream, grabbing the root and trying to dislodge it from his flesh]
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[Sorry, guys, Eddie isn't going to be very much help. When he sees the body of one of the other campers he immediately starts screaming his little head off]
WHAT IS THAT?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!
3 because who else is gonna save your sorry ass
EDDIE! EDS!
[nothing? fine. he fills his lungs]
YO SPAGHETTI!
[when he finally hears Eddie start to scream, he books it as fast as his Reeboks can carry him, because that's not a shut up Richie scream or a that's gonna give me cancer scream, that's an honest, for real scream, and it stirs up something he can almost remember but doesn't want to. he skids in beside Eddie, skinning his calves with brush, gunking up his shorts with mud, not caring, eyes wide, his glasses making them take up half his face]
Jesus fuck what the shit --
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Eddie gasps for breath as he tries to decide between taking a much needed pull from his inhaler and attempting to remove the root from his leg. As he's trying to decide, yet another root snakes out from the horse and makes its way towards him.
He gasps breathlessly]
R-Richie! Look. Out. It's. Possessed!
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I'm gonna pull it out -
[I'm gonna set it, he hears himself say, and Eddie's screams overlap with Eddie's screams, and someone else's, and there are teeth holy fuck what has teeth like that, but he grabs hold anyway because otherwise Eddie's gonna bleed out and die or something. he braces his feet in the dead leaves and hauls, screaming over Eddie]
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry but I gotta!
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He screams.]
Just fucking do it!!
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Got to keep a peeper on those Congo leeches wot wot old sport? Old fellow?
[even as he's pulling, he kicks, keeping the roots from his own horse at bay, shit, where did they come from]
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Shut up and get me the fuck out of here!!!
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If we go back to the trail they'll get us. If we don't go back to the trail we'll get fucking lost. If we stay here they'll get us. What the fuck do we do?
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I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!
[Another root tendril crept towards him and he smacked it away before grabbing hold of Richie's shirt and practically screaming in his face.]
GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!
[He looked around, eyes wide with terror]
Maybe the counselors can help. That's what they're fucking getting paid for, right?!
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[he starts stomping around them, pretending it's that game at the arcade with the flashing buttons embedded in the floor. it's easier than acknowledging what he's really doing with each stomp of his cheap K-mart knockoff Reeboks. in between each stomp, he snatches up rocks, filling his pockets]
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This way!
[He points]
Richie, it's this way!!
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He shouldn't. He really, really shouldn't. He should be playing nice here. But:]
You know, [voice as cool as a cucumber,] if there's something out there that wanted to eat us, it would probably be attracted to the sound of you screaming.
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Eddie's eyes get wider and he gapes, spinning in a circle as he looks around them]
I thought loud noises were supposed to scare predictors away. Like bears and shit. [wait... His voice gets squeaky as he simultaneously tries to flip his shit and be quiet] are there bears?!
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Bears don't usually try to eat people. That's why they try to hide it they hear humans.
If there's really monsters out there, however... that's another story.
[So, in summary:] If you don't want to find out for yourself, keep your mouth shut.
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Nuh-uh. I heard a story about a kid who went camping and all they found of him was his leg. His leg! They had to identify him by his sneaker!
[If Eddie's eyes get any wider they'll just pop. WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO HIM?!]
M-m-monsters?
[He looks around, terrified. Something nags at the bag of his head. Something about a monster by that stupid broken house... but it flits away as quickly as it appeared.
The thought of monsters is more than enough to make his poor asthmatic lungs spasm and he starts to wheeze. Rummaging through his fanny pack, he finds his inhaler and takes a deep puff from it. Once he's able to breathe normally again...]
You don't think there are really monsters out here, do you?
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Who knows? They've already brought some of us to a whole different world. With that kind of power, nothing's really off the table.
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Another world? No. No that shit's impossible. This is just a weird-ass fucking summer camp, right?!
[He clutches that inhaler like it's his one final tether to sanity. PLEASE TELL HIM HE'S RIGHT!]
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You're shouting again. Calm down.
[That's easy for you to say, Mitsuru.]
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[Whatever it takes, just shut up!!]
...I wasn't on earth before I woke up here. So yes, they're capable of taking us from different worlds.
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You weren't on Earth?!
[YOU'RE A FUCKING ALIEN?!?!?!]
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[Kind of, sort of.]
And that world had monsters, too.
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But just cuz you were brought here from another world doesn't mean I was... this could still be Earth... right? [he asks hopefully]
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Even in the world of Vision, where magic is much more common, this is an elaborate setup. [And here, he frowns again. He doesn't even have full access to his magic here... but he can't tell exactly what is suppressing it, either.
He bends over, once again fishing for frogs.]
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[He's staying back, his own empty plastic container in hand. He's not getting anywhere near those disgusting frogs.]
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