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[attribution]

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?

Comments

[toukai]

[It would do Wada-sensei well to just act like Takasugi wasn't in class, even when he was. Really, Takasugi wonders why he didn't just get up and leave the classroom when called. He'd done it before, but-

The opportunity to embarrass Gintoki was just too tempting. So it was with that illustrious goal in mind that Takasugi had crossed to the front of the class. Not with any thoughts of being Nami or Vegeta or anything stupid like that.

His roommate's sputtered disbelief only brought more of a smirk to Takasugi's face. The idiot was caught completely off guard, this was going too well.

And then Gintoki spoke.

There it was - the competition. Gintoki was fighting back! ...by attempting to embarrass himself more thouroughly than Takasugi could. Add in the second hand embarrassment of being associated with him, and Gintoki actually managed to be a worthy opponent.

But he wouldn't be losing.

Takasugi stood and let Gintoki stammer on about whatever the topic apparently was and looked some of the more horrified students directly in the eyes with a flash of implied 'question it, I dare you'.

Most of his ability to intimidate suddenly vanished, however, when a gurgling mess of a musical attempt rang out and threatened to absolve everyone in the room of the burden of cognitive thought.

Takasugi could probably have managed a rap, in all honesty, but no one would have heard it over Gintoki's vocal wreck. This needed to stop, or Gintoki would win via the aforementioned 'embarrasses self' route. ]

Away. Yes. Don't you remember, Gintoki, we did away with that part of the presentation. Instead, you were going to do an interpretive dance.

Everyone, he was up very late practicing, but it seems he's still shy. Let's applaud him now so he has the confidence to get started.

[After leading the classroom in hesitant applause, he'd go ahead and play the school song on his phone, for your background music.]

[boogerflinger]

[If Wada-sensei would not learn that putting Gintoki in front of a class was the sheer antithesis of educational, then there was no hope for him giving up on Takasugi either. Perhaps poor Wada-sensei even believed in them to some extent.

The poor, poor bastard.

The poor bastard who was apparently going to allow this clear wreck of a presentation to continue - as it wasn’t Wada-sensei who stopped Gintoki’s beyond sick (read: D.O.A.) beatz, but Takasugi. The last spit from Gintoki’s mouth came to fruition as a wad of saliva that hit the floor not centimeters from the toe of Takasugi’s shoe. Gintoki blinks a few times - though the look he gives Takasugi is not one of total surprise.

In fact, he almost seems offended that Takasugi is continuing to raise the bar on this challenge. So he was aware that this had turned into some sort of pissing contest of whose ancestors would churn in their pits. And as a few awkward claps begin to fill the room from unsure students, Gintoki’s face turns severe.

He looks as if he would love nothing more than to actually spit on Takasugi this time around. A dance? Did Takasugi think a dance would be enough to deter him from spreading his wings and flying?! He puffs his chest and puts a hand to his mouth - letting out a faux, meek little cough.]

Ah. Takasugi-kuuhn. You’re embarrassing me in front of the class! Ahem. I just got so shy. So shy that I got mixed up. Mmhm. Mmhm. [This is punctuated by a nod before he puffs his chest.] Then I will actually open up our presentation on the ruthlessness of the Disciplinary Committees Patrols during the Lunch Hour with an interpretive dance while Takasugi provides slam poetry slamming the feds to the tune of our school’s anthem.

Take notes.

[And with a swing of his weight - Gintoki has begun a lazy march and some sort of gyration of his hips. He shifts from foot to foot, incorporating a sick, sad little arm movement from time to time reminiscent of Doctor Roboto himself…

Wait.

Did the topic of their presentation change?]

[toukai]

[So the one who should be given up on here is Wada-sensei? The man who wouldn't give up on these two no good brats was the true lost cause. Ah, tragedy.

Takasugi watched the thick saliva splatter to the ground with a heavily lidded eye. One that he only hesitantly brought back to looking at Gintoki. Don't go spitting on him now, you don't want to escalate the situation that much.

Then someone's going out the window for science (it's you).

Don't look at him like you're affronted - the people suffering here are all of their classmates. This was obviously going to be a competition from the moment their names were called! Though, to be honest, Takasugi really didn't expect Gintoki to dance.

A self-inflicted + second hand embarrassment double hit counter!

So be it.

He'd just go ahead and hit record on his phone, before beginning.]

Come and go all marching this way, this way
Never a dull view searching that way, that way
Administrate, reinforce, it takes all we have left
Reconsidering our graft and gain, thoughts to change, theft and chains
Twisting tumultuous over here
Rot inflicting shrouded heresy

[A lazy impromptu verse that served no other purpose than to guide - he emphasized his directions to Gintoki not only with his tone but with deliberate eye contact and a tilt of the head. Just dance three steps this way and-

slip in your own spit.

It's subtle, but Takasugi absolutely kicked Gin's shins out from under him on his way down.]

[boogerflinger]

[Really, all directions pointed towards that conclusion didn’t it? Who was the man who had brought this upon the class? Everyone but Wada-sensei knew what a catastrophe this pair would bring. Why else would someone goad Takasugi into attending class?!

So, really, yes! It was Wada-sensei’s failure that led to this moment of jerky interpretive dance and resonant slam-poetry against the man. It was a fine mess down to the very moment that Gintoki ambulated onto his own glob of spit. He slid and then suddenly fell face down to the ground thanks to someone's ever so subtle goading.

His body isn't on the pavement but a few seconds before his hand is grabbing at Takasugi's ankle and jerking it forward. His movement is not nearly as subtle as the other's act of violence - but it is certain to be just as effective.]

ROW, ROW Fight The POWAH

[Gintoki bellows, as if to complete Takasugi's strung together lyrics. And as Takasugi falls, he belts out another line with true fervor.]

Touch the IMPOSSIBLE- Break the un-

[And now he's trying to pull himself back up, grunting that line as he shifts his weight in an attempt to stand.]

[toukai]

[It wasn't Wada-sensei who goaded Takasugi into attending, but another Sensei...though that man must have known of the catastrophe as well. It's likely why he encouraged the teen to attend. Everyone had an affinity for chaos in them somewhere, after all.

But we can continue to blame Wada-sensei for the disappointing sight of Gintoki's dancing. Certainly, he's suffering too at this point. Why didn't he just end it? Wada-sensei still had the power to stop them, before either got too embroiled in conflict to simmer down. Perhaps he actually enjoyed it...?

Is Wada-sensei an M? Only time will tell.

Takasugi was caught off guard visually for the first time, his eye widening and his hand slamming on the teacher's desk to keep himself upright. His palm slid against his phone and shut the recording off, but perhaps that's for the best.

You're not going to get up so easily, bastard. He'd just go ahead and kick you in the back of the knees to get you back down there.

Gintoki's addition to Takasugi's verse was met with severe reprimand from critics - in the form of a kick to the head. But that wasn't enough, Takasugi knew he'd have to let Gintoki up eventually, but he wasn't going to let it be a victory for the other.]

Well, that was our idea, but it's too drawn out. So instead we decided our message could be conveyed much more simply. Watch.

[Time to spit on Gintoki as the boy was hobbling to his feet.

Who's escalating the situation now?]