LET'S [test] DRIVING

[cava]

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN, YOU KNOW THE DRILL. Here's a few options, all stolen shamelessly from previous iterations.

> The Park. Man, what a nice day out. Why not enjoy it? I'm sure -- shit, yep, there's some echo monsters or whatever they're called.
> The Mall. Exactly what it says on the tin! Dodge the hordes of teenage mallrats or take part, whichever suits your tastes.
> Rainy Day. Agh, it's fucking awful out. And is it raining those vermilion things?? Now you've got an Echo to contend with on top of everything else. Find some shelter, quick!
> Arts and Crafts Fair. WILL THE KITSCH OVERWHELM YOU


or make up your own whatever this is basic and just for the purposes of getting a new test drive up.

Comments

Springer/Stephanie Gentry | Transformers [IDW Comics]

[givesachoice]

[Stephanie is a tall, muscular woman that has no problem swinging a crowbar if need be - and today, it apparently needs to be, because there's nasty creatures poking around her wrecker and they're apparently filling her head with weird thoughts. Something about cups and crystals and a lot of dead robots - why that's coming up, she has no idea.

For now, she's gonna try and put that out of her head and chase these things off, or kill them. Or die trying, because who knows how dangerous these things are.]

ROBOTS /zooms in on

[reapsthewind]

[Chris is on her way to her swank office job programming drone avionics when SUDDENLY vermini attacking a lady]

[at this point this is just like god whatever so Chris pulls over, puts her ZipCar in park, and gets the Walther P-38 out of the glove box]

Yo! You need backup?

ROOOOOBOOOOOOTS

[givesachoice]

[There's a loud grunt as Steph makes a wide two-handed swing and clonks one of the things across the street. Would've made a cool home-run if not for those darn things like physics.

Chris' voice gets her attention and she looks over before letting out a half-hearted amused noise.]

Can't say I'd turn it down, these things are kind of being a huge pain in the ass.

[reapsthewind]

Yeah, they are.

[Gun time. Blam, blam, blam; three vermin heads explode. Hellllll yeah. And then another she just kinda. Grabs and crushes when it gets too close. HOW ODD SHE'S WEARING A LEATHER JACKET AND GLOVES IN THIS HEAT...]

[sucrosity]

[Yoko turns the corner on her way home from tennis practice, and stops when the lady attacking black fluffy things with a crowbar registers. She doesn't shout for her, or anything, wondering if there's anything she can do to help.

In another life, she's a super spy. Here, all she has is a backpack and a tennis bag.

She's not attacking these things with a tennis racket, though. They're expensive. Instead, she sets her things down and drags out the next best bludgeoning weapon at her disposal.]

Hi-yah!

[That was unnecessary in every way, but it probably makes whacking something with a hardcover twelfth grade physics textbook a little more impressive?]