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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

[egaode]

[He has plenty of real friends! In fact, he'd hazard a guess that he has more friends than some obnoxious nosepicker who lost his protagonist powers in a galaxy universe far, far away.

But that's neither here nor there, because friendship isn't what's at stake here.]

Is it? But who would you rather be responsible for your good afternoon? Is it me?

[Because you're going to have a bad time if it is.]

I did! I saw it when I was packing, in fact!

[No, no, that won't do. He'll catch that free hand in those threatening chopsticks and will proceed to... eat the peach. Because "compost" is not going to be code for "Gintoki's stomach." Not today.

But he will keep talking with his mouth full.]

Luckily for me, it hasn't gone bad! Aaa, but thank you for your concern, soap opera-san.

[boogerflinger]

[Ding dong your are wrong misinformed, Mr. Poor Pitiful and Ponytailed! His protagonist powers may have been unfairly torn from him by the jaws of a stupid game premise, but his personality somehow still seems to attract those around him...! Not that Gintoki would know how or why - just that he somehow keeps connecting with-

Neither here nor there?! Nuh uh, get back here mister and finish this pissing contest of friendship in the meta-text!]

Huh? Nah. Don't you think an afternoon should take care of itself? Who needs to worry about who's making it good or b-

[Ack! Chopsticks...! Those shitty little sticks are pinching his fingers, and that poor bruised peach was immediately sent to another castle! Tch! He's frozen in a smile, his eyes locked onto his trapped fingers.

If he curled his lips and sneered now - he would lose! He would absolutely lose any meager change he might have. So he has to play along---

And he does so by letting out a yelp and jerking his entire body into the other's desk - with every intention of moving it just a little farther from Kamui. Buy him a little bit to nab something off of it.]

Oi, oi, oi!! Careful, careful!! T-t-Tight. Tight! Your grip is tight!

[But as he's yowling, his other hand is moving to grab something - anything out of that bento with more speed and precision than his last attempt.]

[egaode]

[What's that? He can't read your meta text over the fact that the meta text was apparently a dick measuring contest, and he always wins those, thanks for playing and good night.]

But it's your afternoon, soap opera-san!

[A smile. A subtle move of his wrist and that trapped hand is further away from the bento than it was. You know. For security.

Because Gintoki seems like he's about to lose. He's going to sneer and reveal his whole plan to snatch some prime morsel from the (top layer of) the (massive) bento, and then he won't have a chance at it until tomorrow. Or the next day. Or in a week or two.

Whenever Kamui next decides to a) show up for class and b) not skip out at lunch time, really.

Oh-! And there goes his desk. Kind of. In a stereotype straight out of any high school television show, the vaguely Chinese Republic of Central Asian transfer student is adept at one or more martial arts. And exhibits that skill with the deft use of chopsticks, usually with pinching insects.

That means the now reaching hand is being snipped at with the chopsticks, for those not following.

And he'll be putting the lid back on the box, so even if that hand makes contact, Gintoki will be manhandling a different peach than originally intended.]

Ah, ah! Careful, careful! It would be a bad afternoon indeed if you knocked over my desk...

[boogerflinger]

[Dick-measuring? Uh. No. Pissing. It was a pissing contest. Just because your dick is bigger doesn't mean you get the correct trajectory for a good piss. Tsk, tsk. Had they not taught you that over in ROCA or something?]

My afternoon? My afternoon and I--! Have a healthy relationship together and the afternoon is free to do her own thing so long as she remembers to com-- [His tone is strained as he worked to rip his fingers from the scrutinizing grip of the chopsticks. His eyes are narrow and he's looking down his nose at the other when his other free hand makes a connection with-

Plastic. Which has him stopping his little speech too. As he watches his hand grope over the visage of Princess Peach ever so gently. He blinks, trying to decide on his next move.

In one vivid daydream he envisioned himself pushing the entire MegaBento to the floor so that no one could enjoy its contents... He then promptly envisioned the tar getting kicked out of him and his poor mentor having to attend his early funeral.

Which has him quickly discarding that thought. Besides, he's rather sure the tips of his fingers are about to be pinched off. So he moves his hand from Princess Peach's visage to simply snatch at the chopsticks with every intention of snapping them in half to save his own fingers.

He was not some crazy martial arts transfer student - but he did have some weird way of pulling himself out of shitty situations. He'd probably be an actual threat if he were ever driven enough to do anything---

But as luck would have it - he simply wanted out of the death grip of a pair of fancy twigs, and so he'd be sure to free himself if nothing else.]

[egaode]

[No, definitely dick-measuring. Didn't you know pissing contests were just an excuse to whip them out and sneak looks at the other guys' to compare!? They're just sneakier dick-measuring contests. With piss involved. Because dudes are gross and also if they're pissing they can't get turned on by looking at other dicks and be gay. Jeez. Who forgot to tell you the secret, Gintoki??]

Sounds like soap opera-san and afternoon-chan are having some troubles! [He'll respond to the cut off speech as though it was intended to stop there, looking up at Gintoki with a wide smile painted across his face. Bento secure.

Even if that means he's not eating it right now, when he really would like to be.

It's a good thing he didn't act on that daydream, though, because Kamui would have also absolutely acted on that daydream, and then the time loop would have been broken because they're not even on the island that they don't know exists yet.

What a shame.

Ah-! But he's snatching at the chopsticks now, so that's a pretty good sign to stop his assault and ensure the bento doesn't meet the floor in the frustrated flailing over fiddly eating utensils.

Freedom was his, sure, but the war? Lost. Probably.]

[boogerflinger]

[Spoken like a true amateur! Perhaps in ROCA it was an excuse to take a peak at each other's willies but here? Here? Nah, Gin-san was well aware that Gin-chan was a perfectly "fine" size. He was absolutely resolute in that conclusion as well, because he knew little Gin-chan must've surely had heart. And the correct trajectory!

So maybe it was not so much of not hearing about the secret and more like... not caring about the secret. Gin-san didn't care if he saw other men's little chans. A chan was a chan - and society was the weird one for making that gay somehow - or something like that....

Wait, what were we talking about, anyway?]

[His fingers are freed, and he flexes his fingers in their newfound freedom. After a moment, he moves to pop his knuckles]

Oi, you weren't even listening to me, huh? You won't get very far being single-minded, you know?

[The war? Tch! You have to care to participate in a war, buddy. He was just a little mongrel, not a soldier. He's leap at opportunity... and when it left?

Well so did he.

His eyes drift away from Kamui so that he could find his next person to mooch off of... and after a few moments he finds his next target.

Bingo.

So he'll step back and prepare to leave - though not before he gives a good hip-check to desk and the bento. It skids across the desk and nearly topples. Which was exactly what he wanted. A smirk crosses his features before he gives the other a wave of his hand.]

Later, Twist-tan.

[But as he's leaving, he makes one resolution for the next time.

The next time? He's just going to straight spit on the piece of food he wants.]

[egaode]

[You can keep telling yourself that, Gin-san! That a pissing contest was just about piss and trajectory - which anyone who wasn't a complete idiot mastered as soon as they were tall enough to aim at whatever they needed to. And if little Gin-chan had heart, then... well. He had no room to judge when it came to enthusiasm.

But they weren't really talking about that.]

I wasn't, really, soap opera-san.

[He doesn't often really listen to Gintoki anyway. Just enough to be infuriating, oh yes, but not enough to... get what he's saying.

Ah-ah! Little mongrels are the most likely to be swept up in wars! Often without their consent, or without them knowing!

And this little mongrel has lost the prize, and thus lost the war. So it goes.

And so does Gintoki, apparently.

No skin off his back, really, because he'd finally be able to eat his lunch in relative peace (maybe after washing his chopsticks... or at least pulling out clean ones...), but... ah, that wasn't to be, yet, either, because there's one final, petulant act left in Gintoki yet.

The temptation to give the desk an extra little tilt (it was a little wobbly, unfortunately) to send the bento careening off the edge was real. It would surely shock his annoying classmate, and give him ample excuse to straight punch him in his retreating back, but...

Well that would be such a travesty.

He was hungry, after all.

So he'll put on a fake-shocked expression, and a fake-relieved one right after.]

Later, ochintoki-san.

[Ah- but would that make Gin win the dick measuring contest this time? Ah well.]

[boogerflinger]

[If they were talking about it, Gintoki would’ve pointed out that Kamui seems awfully focused on how big Gintoki’s dick potentially was. And if they were talking about it - Gintoki would point out that trajectory was not simply aim, but also comprised of Drag, Matter, Potential Field, and Acceleration. Simpleton.

But, they weren’t talking about that, right? Right.]


[And really, apparently there was little use talking in the first place. This kid was dumber than a bag of bricks when it came to actually playing part to a productive conversation. The brat was usually just fishing for whose face it would be most fun to smash in - and Gintoki wasn’t exactly willing to rise to that bait.

Not because he couldn’t, but simply because that would be a pain to deal with. It was best to fly under the radar with this one.

And so he takes the ‘Ochintoki’ with nary a reaction - far too focused on the next promising set of goods. It just wasn’t worth his time…

And besides, this guy just too weirdly fixated on dicks. Just what sort of show did this personality seem to think he hailed from, huh?! Certainly not a running serial in JUMP, that was for sure!]