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TEST DRIVE MEME #1

ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.

Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.

Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

The hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the new sinners arriving, this feels like a call for celebration! The bar will be lit up with activity. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events, there will be a certain pull.

One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell.

And you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

Relax and enjoy your first night in hell. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential kinks.

Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out

penancerp's first TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warning in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment before or on the FAQ page. Since this is the game's first TDM, we are also very interested in hearing any suggestions you have or ways to improve the game experience.

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the kind with drugs or anything else you could want
a motherfucker can hook you up
i mean im also down for bootycalls but like
ya know
sometimes its about getting fucked up

Where do you get that stuff down here if not from the demons?
I mean, I'm not arguing that hell is most definitely the place to probably get fucked up. Or have a few booty calls, but I'd have to see pics first.

helloooo i get it from magic
are u always this slow?
plz tell me ur at least hot to make up for it

It's not that I don't get it.
But are you conjuring the items from thin air? Stealing them from someone's pocket when you summon them up or whatever?
I'm curious about the process.
Trust me, I understand magic. Well, mostly. I guess I should just say I use magic a lot, myself.
Not answering questions on my hotness. If you're curious, you can come find me.

[Enjoy a small slew of gifs calling you a lame-o, Billy Kaplan. Kavinsky is very mature.]

Lets go with out of thin air

[They just arrived in hell and he's already growing a meme and reaction gif collection? That's impressive, even by Billy's nerdy standards.

Also annoying, but he's dealt with annoying before.]

I'd be interested in seeing you do the magic too. Think we could work that out?

[He's a man of all skills, a jack of all trades.

But okay some of the gifs are a little bit of a stretch.]

i mean is that all u want? to watch it happen?
boring
but yeah sure cant hurt
i mean
probably
probably it wont hurt

I didn't say that
I want to watch, but I didn't say that was all I'd do
Especially with an inspiring promise like it probably won't hurt
Good salesmanship
Are you asking for something in return?

there's always a risk man u cant predict these things
and theres always some payment due
i dont do my shit for free

[Kavinsky sends a pic with his room door, showing the number. If you're interested, there it is]

[Billy isn't sure how a face to face meeting will go when the guy already sounds at least slightly annoying through text, but--

It's hell and what else is there to do besides maybe see someone else use a bit of magic? And maybe other things. They'll see.

He comes to the room number in the picture and reaches up, knocking on the door after a moment. If he sent him to someone else's room-- he's gonna maybe be a little annoyed.]

[Don't worry, it's actually his. He isn't that cruel.

Kavinsky answers the door with a cigarette hanging from his lips, wearing nothing but low slung jeans, already open, and a gold chain. He appraises Billy slowly, then steps away from the door, leaving it open as he goes back to the over-luscious bed]

Not bad.

[He looks Kavinsky over curiously before he steps inside.]

You're not bad either, I guess. [If they're apparently handing out half-compliments and all.]

So-- how do we do this anyway?

[At least it makes Kavinsky laugh, that attempt at being backhanded. He sits on the edge of the bed, lounges back a little bit. Even sitting he's in motion, jiggling leg and restless fingers]

You tell me what you want. I get it for you. Then we figure out how you pay me back. That's how we do this.

You said drugs. So, we'll roll with that, I guess. Let's see what you can magic up... I've never seen anyone do that before.

[He moves after a moment to sit at the end of the bed, arching a brow curiously.]

I'll pass on the booty call for right now.

How boring.

[Is he talking about the super vague request, or the turn down on a booty call? It's a mystery. Possibly both.

He grabs a little tin from the side table and pulls out a green pill. This he swallows dry, and then drapes himself back onto the bed. He's asleep in seconds.

It takes a minute or two. Thank you for your patience, Billy. There's a moment, just before the end, where two small dime bags appear--one with weed, one with an assortment of brightly colored pills. Were they always there? How did they show up?

Kavinsky wakes up]

Has anyone told you you're the crappiest salesman ever?

[You really shouldn't tell the guy who's gonna have to pay you in some way that he's bring, you know?

Although the complaints are forgotten when this guy apparently roofies himself for a few moments. What the actual hell did he just see?]

What the-- [Billy's shifting up onto his knees on the bed, actual excitement coloring his features when Kavinsky starts to come around.]

Seriously, how did you do that?

[Kavinsky was frozen a moment longer before he shook it off. He didn't care if he was a shitty salesman. People didn't come to him for that]

Nnnh...magic. I told you, it's magic.

[He tosses the dime bags at him]

Yeah, but... I've done and seen a lot of magic, but nothing like that. What were those pills?

[Well, that's not strictly true--]

I mean, I know there are some spells that are enhanced by drugs, but it's not quite like that. This is some sort of reality warping... summoning.

[He does catch the bags though, inspecting them curiously.]

Aren't you full of questions? You figure out how you're gonna pay for the first treat, maybe we'll talk about another exchange for the fine details.

[K watches Billy, a little more cagey now. Ronan asking how it works is one thing, because Ronan can do it. This guy's just a guy, as far as he can tell. Probably shouldn't have let him see it.]

[He pockets the drugs for now and holds his hands up in a pacifying gesture. Fine.

Magic ruined his life, but Billy can't help but get enthusiastic about it still. It's the worst love-hate relationship.]

Alright, alright. What do you want? I'm not going to stiff you on a payment, but I don't really have any cash on me. I don't even know if hell uses currency, really. If it does, it's probably all torture and torment. I can offer magic, but you've got your own, so...

[Kavinsky makes a sharp, clucking noise, disapproving of Billy just pocketing the shit. He leans up on his elbow and snaps a hand out to grab one of his wrists, tight]

You're gonna put that shit right back where I can see it until you figure out how to pay me for it, is what you're gonna do, my man. Those are not yours until I say so.

Hey--

[Billy's jaw goes tight a minute, eyebrow arching.]

For one, don't grab me. Especially right now. [For one, he's spent enough of his life in fights. For another, he feels like he's more or less back to full power, magic-wise, and he doesn't want to electrocute anybody again because he's getting used to it. Not that he's sharing that tidbit with just anybody.]

And I can't hand it back to you if you're holding them anyway. Besides, I said I'd pay you. I might be a lot of things, but stealing drugs isn't really on my list of sins, trust me. So tell me what things you'd want.

Well, you already said a booty call's off the table, didn't you?

[Kavinsky lets go of Billy's wrist and scoffs, sitting up.]

I work in sex, money, and favors. If you don't have cash, and you won't put out, then I gave you some good shit for nothing--because what favors can you give me? What can I cash in on later?

I said a booty call wasn't what I was after right now... I wanted to see the magic. Although I can't say I'm feeling particularly inclined to screw around at the moment.

[He doesn't quite relax when his wrists are release, but he does reach for the drugs, pulling them out of his pocket while he considers that.]

Spells. You seem like you can already-- magic up whatever you want, but I have some more practical ones. If you ever need to be invisible, ever need something repaired... there's not much of a limit to what I can do if I want it, and I feel almost back up to speed down here.

...and I can just call on you. Whenever. Mister Sorcerer's Apprentice up in this shit?

[Billy's not wrong. Unless he's going for a specific thing that does protection or invisibility or whatever, he's not going to get that sort of stuff. So it's useful to have it in the wings.

He nudges the weed back toward him]

What else you got?

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