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Welcome to The Lottery’s test drive meme! Before we get to the prompts, here are a few things to note:

Though you may only have ONE active character per round, you are free to play as many characters you wish on the TDM. Later, you will have the opportunity to bench characters if you want to try another, but only after you’ve been accepted.

Please be sure to thoroughly look through our FAQ so that you have a good understanding of the game’s mechanics. Also be sure to browse the information provided on both The Attribution Study and Shiroiwa for a better idea of the setting.

The date for the next round of Reserves is: February 29th
The number of currently available character slots is: 25

Important Note: A thread of 9 comments in the TDM (with at least 5 comments from your character) will count towards both sample requirements in the application. Consider this a special bonus for getting your feet wet in our community!

If your thread does not reach the required amount of comments, it may still be used as the In-World Sample in your application.

Flashback/Background threads in the TDM may be reposted to Shiroiwa Academy’s Community if both players were accepted into the game.

Provided below are some sample scenarios, but please feel free to plot and play whatever you’d like!

Sample Scenarios:

Sample 1:

You’ve just transferred to one of the three grade levels in Shiroiwa Academy and have yet to make any friends. Sure, people showed you around, but nothing has quite stuck yet. So as the lunch bell goes off, you pull out your bento and prepare to eat alone when another student saddles up beside you. Perhaps they’re being friendly or perhaps they simply want to mooch off of your food. Whatever the reasoning, you’re now stuck in some form of communication whether you like it or not.

Sample 2:

Everyone just loves partner projects, don’t they? Your teacher has randomly assigned you a partner, and now you both must come up with a presentation to show the class. Are you the type who does all the work? Do you push for fair exchange? Or perhaps you have no plans to do any work at all. Whichever it is, your partner is now moving their stuff to sit at the desk next to you. Better gather your might and prepare to weather the oncoming storm…

Sample 3:

It’s March 14, 20XX. You have been kidnapped and taken to the island, given your randomized duffle bag, and are now either desperately seeking shelter or methodically preparing to hunt down your weaker classmates. Whatever it is, you stumble upon another student - whether you know them well or not doesn’t matter. The rules have already been made clear to both of you - only one person gets to win. You need to either escape, kill, or attempt to make a truce with this classmate. What will you do?

Sample 4:

Your weapon broke. Perhaps it snapped as you embedded it into the skull of one of your classmates, or perhaps it was simply a stroke of bad luck. You return to the hideout you created for yourself, seeking a weapon you’d taken from a fallen student. But as you near the space, you realize something is off. There is some telltale sign that another has been here… Are they still around? Will you investigate? What if your stockpile has been pilfered by another student?

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[There, now you're paying attention. Now you're feeling the gravity of the situation weigh your shoulders down. A playful mood wasn't going to make it anymore. Even your tune would sing it's final strangled notes when you found your hands wrapping around someone's neck and eliciting the same ugly sound.

Or, maybe they wouldn't have to wait for such piercing noise.

Takasugi regarded the shamisen with almost as much foreboding in his gut as he'd felt tangle when the video played.

~~Gintoki could fight with anything. Gintoki was strong. Even without a real weapon, he'd make it~~ Gintoki was terrible at any form of music. One strum on that thing, and even the more pacifist members of their class would want to kill him.

Any amusement that thought could have given him was stifled by Gintoki's implication that there was a happy solution.]

The only mess will be your fingers if you misuse those strings. [He tucked his knife away.]

We both already know the solution, don't we? No reason choke on it. [Yet here he was, hesitating to give Gintoki the opportunity to spit out the words they both knew needed said.

Stay alive.]

Edited 2016-03-04 03:10 (UTC)

[Tense? Only for Genis - Takasugi hadn't bothered to feel any way about the boy. He looked somewhat familiar, but the teen couldn't and didn't care to place him. 'Hangs around with Gintoki' described a lot of the school, when one considered how much of a mooch Gintoki could be. And being that bastard's friend or pudding-supplier wasn't exactly a good mark in Takasugi's book, anyway.

He's really just going to smoke and drink, yes. He'll keep doing just that as Genis approaches, blowing an aloof billow of smoke from his mouth right as the boy kneels.

Only once spoken to will he turn his head, and not with any haste. But he won't answer verbally. Instead, he'll just pull out...a second yakult! Not that he's offering it to you, he's just showing you that he's well prepared for lunch.

Challenge accepted!]

[ Genis smiles as well. He's so glad this turned out okay. ]

Okay! I live nearby, so just send me a message and we can meet there anytime.

[ "What's with the silent treatment?" That's the first thing Genis thinks before he goes and plants himself next to him. Without words, Genis has never really been that good at reading into people, and he's not optimistic enough to think the yakult is being offered to him. Honestly, he has no idea what Takasugi is getting at.

...but he has a two-tier lunch box so he...just pops off one half, divider lid still attached, and holds it between them. Is it the rice half or the everything else half? It's a mystery. ]

Two Yakults? You need to have more than that. Lunch is important. It keeps you going the rest of the day.

[ ...In hindsight, if Takasugi is going to keep smoking, Genis should probably scoot away. It'll be his luck if he gets called out for going back to class smelling like smoke. But lunch is more important at the moment. ]

[Quieting down was the first intelligent suggestion to come from the boy's mouth, and it was for the wrong reason. Any animal would hear their footsteps and flee, if they hadn't already scattered from the idiot's voice.

Which was now, thankfully, dampened.]

Oh, do you have experience with hunting? [Yeah fucking right.] Once we surround it, one of us should chase it towards the other. That way it won't just run off into the forest.

Of course, that's if we can find something. Standing here, we won't surround anything. Once we start moving, that's it - we'll need to have it in our sight.

So... [He glanced back to the bush that had rustled.] One of us goes out there, and one of us stays here. [An ineffectual choice left up to the other, to give the illusion of control.]

[And here's one of those cool kids now. When Yuri opens the door to the rooftop, he'll see that Takasugi had just finished kicking a student to the ground. Purportedly to join their friend, since another was already writhing on the tile.

He'll look up to spare you a glance. And the faintest of smirks - a challenge perhaps? Or a devil-may-care attitude about getting caught. Whatever the meaning, it's gone before it could fully form.

The kids aren't going anywhere, holding their busted bodies and groaning. So where are you going, Yuri?]

[Takasugi's hesitance gave Kamui the chance to assess his situation. Nerves were dulled, but not deadened - he could flex and press fingers into the dirt, could feel the seeping would through his hand, but it felt odd. He suspected the adrenaline rush from finding someone would alleviate that.

Or from a snarky asshole stealing his things and rubbing it in, to boot.

But Takasugi had stayed just out of reach, probably figuring he'd be angry, but wouldn't come after him right away. After all, he had a pretty serious injury to tend to, right?

With no supplies.

So he had nothing to lose, really, but also didn't have a good opening, so he's left to seethe, and wait, with blood rushing in his ears telling him to just go for it, just lash out at him, he deserves it...

It doesn't simmer down, the longer he waits, and he can't even really keep up his (forced, for now) lopsided grin.]

No, it wouldn't.

[Just walk away, asshole, jeez.]

[When Add comes in for class after lunch, he'll find that someone has taken his seat. His assigned seat. The one at the desk with all of his things neatly squared away in pristine condition.

The culprit? Shinsuke ~~the edgelord~~ Takasugi. He's got one elbow propped on the desk, his head resting in his hand. This might all just be a minor annoyance, except for one final detail:

His lip is busted, and his nose is all sorts of purples and blues. The blood has mostly dried up, but the occasional drip seems to have made it's way to Add's desk. He's used a few papers from within (hope they weren't important) to wipe his hands clean, at least?

Why is he at your desk? He makes no indication - maybe the blow to to the head made him woozy, or maybe he simply wanted to destroy something so perfect and saw a prime opportunity.]

[He'll run to the other side of the world if it means he doesn't have to do the work he's responsible for.]

Oh yeah man. Super sweet skills. Like you obviously must be a god at it or something. I have no idea how you do it.

But seriously that's great to hear! This will absolutely help the both of us! And I promise ya it ain't anything ridiculous.

It's just my project partner for this damn Greater East Asian History report screwed up and lost our Works Cited page for the assignment due tomorrow. We're working on it as is but it would really help if we had an extra hand to help BS some resources for us. I mean it's not like teachers actually check that shit anyway you know? And yet they still manage to have that one little page count for 25% of our grade if we don't have it.

So what do you say? A few legit looking citations for an awesome finished Ethics assignment? My partners a clutz but he's a braniac too and he'd certainly appreciate this from keeping his grade afloat.

Camping. My pop took me a lot when I was a kid. He was a bit of a survivalist if not a complete idiot. Pretty much the only reason I've been keeping myself afloat for this long I guess. He was also kind of paranoid about a lotta weird shit, but I guess in the end it ended up counting for something?

[Not that he ever thought that this would be how those skills would have ever helped.]

Never got this far into survival shit though... Kinda weird to think we all have'ta start hunting for our food if we wanna keep alert.

Anyway, I was here first so maybe you go out there? Then I'll sneak around the front? You're right in the fact that standing here like chumps ain't doing anything for us.

[The purpose was to allow Kamui to discover how hopeless his situation was. Though it had done it's job a bit too well.

Forcing the other into a corner had been his intention, but not something that would elicit an immediate reaction. The idea was to trap the animal and let it pace and writhe, let it wet it's lips with drool for the next time it could eat-

But push it too far - make survival not a matter of nourishment but of simply being the first to sink one's fangs in - and they'd be rolling in the dirt until one of them was put there permanently.

Takasugi gave Kamui another lagging glance of consideration. Was there a spark in his eyes? Or were they dulled by pain?

One way to find out.

The boy turned, fingers drumming on the baseball bat and shoulders rolling to support the supplies on his back. He'd walk away, just like you wanted, but the way the balls of his feet rolled against the leaves betrayed his poise to react.]

[ Talk about humour. The only obvious difference in physical appearance they have is eye colour. What was with all the albinos in this place?

Sanson just rolls his eyes subtly, his deadpan tone not changing. ]

What are you going to do?

[ It's no little sense of irony that two people with white hair were paired together. However, while Gintoki is an albino, Sanson simply had it due to genetics.

The Frenchman's ice blue eyes are currently delivering some sort of piercing stare, not that those stakes would have any effect on his drooling partner. ]

Wake up, Sakata. We don't have all day.

[Was there a spark? Yes. Were they dulled by pain? Also, yes, but as Takasugi turns, the spark builds back to a proper flame. As he walks away, Kamui brings his other hand to the flat of the blade.

As he observes how ready Takasugi is to react, he shifts, getting his feet under him properly, because he'll have only seconds to strike, so it had better be a good one.

An animal, cornered and starving, but not caged, that was the mistake, because he can still fight. He was ready to stop it, save it, but... well, to do that, he'd have to make it to the end, and there was no guarantee he would be able to, now, with his supplies taken, so it's disappointing, but he supposes their fight can be now, unless something else sees fit to end it prematurely.

He'll steady his breathing, wait until Takasugi is four long paces away, and then strike, pull the knife and his hand up from the ground in one movement, keeping it lodged, but wrapping his fingers around the hilt to keep it secure. He'll use forward momentum to run, three quick steps, and then a jump up and forward just before he enters striking distance with the bat, aiming to come down knife-first and...

Well, if Takasugi's taking everything, then he needs to take his weapon back, doesn't he?]

[As determined as he is to wash out the stain, it's hard not to notice the other teen approaching just a short distance away. Add freezes in place, watching cautiously...

And grimacing a little, because now he knows the lake is full of someone else's vomit. Never mind the fact that he's been rinsing in blood for the last couple minutes, adding another human bodily fluid to the mix is just unacceptable. He edges slightly away from the water.

Eventually, the noticing is mutual. Add's lips curl into a small grin, slowly moving a hand to his machete.]

"Sorry"? You're getting a little ahead of yourself there.

Whoa- sorry. [Miyuki has his hands out, ready to catch anything should they fall. Luckily, that doesn't seem to happen.]

Probably, but they can be a little difficult to handle. It's interesting changing it up every now and then. So- you really in? [He grins charmingly.]

[Sorry, Gin, Miyuki hardly ever gets embarrassed. He snickers, grin widening. The little euphemism is funny and he can immature sometimes, too.]

How about we give it a shot first, then we can talk. Nothing like a little experimentation to keep things interesting, right?

[He covers his smile with his glove, eyes gleaming.] Besides, I'm a catcher.

You got me there. [That was pretty much right on the money, though it didn't help that they'd all wanted to kill Kazuya in the first place. Kazuya just... wasn't successful in changing their minds. In fact, one could say he just further solidified their desire to kill him. Oops.]

So, have you been making yourself cozy here this whole time? [He looks around the little cavern.]

Don't worry, I lost them. You're fine here, and I'll keep your location safe when I leave. Sound good?

[Maybe not the best plan for his own life considering the circumstances, but Kazuya doesn't exactly wanna kill this guy, either. Besides, if he was able to find this place, he's sure it'll be found eventually. Should that happen, it's out of his hands.]

[Yuri is startled for a moment, his instincts immediately having him on the defensive, but the kind voice quickly puts him at ease. He's still wary, of course, but he won't make the first move if he doesn't have to.]

You could say that- though it's not the view I'm most interested in, I have to admit.

[He presses tight against his wound.] You hang around here often?

[Yuri opens an eye and looks up at the intruder - the intruder who is currently poking at him with his shoe. Instead of moving from said spot, Yuri just rolls over onto his side, turning away from Gintoki.]

It's a good spot, it's nice out, and I'm sleepy, that's what.

[He looks down at her, giving her a pained smile.] I've been better. Hey- can you make it up here? I wouldn't stay down there for too long.

[Yuri may be a delinquent, but he can't stand bullying. He marches up to the other, standing in between him and the other students. He's not smiling, but he's treading carefully. He doesn't want to start a fight if he doesn't have to.]

Whoa there- that's enough.

[ Two can play the same game! Because some time after Yuri's settled it in his position, there's going to be someone who happens to be skipping class as well. Ragna eyes one of the emptier spot first before he addresses this. ]

Care to share a portion of that spot, buddy?

[ Look, he's not going to force his way in if Yuri refused. He's here to slacks, not to look for problems.

Usually doesn't end like he wanted, though. ]

Often enough. Though it's an idiots decision to stay in one place for too long. I've pretty much been on rotate.

[Look at him, speaking as if he doesn't have a care in the world.]

How bout you? Taking how I saw your climbing just now I guess it's your first time coming up these things... and with that thing to boot.

[Yeah, he looking directly at that wound of yours. Wow look at that blood.]

You know, probably not a good thing that you got nicked like that. Aren't you afraid of it getting infected?

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