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MARCH TEST DRIVE MEME
- You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
- We now have a Quick Game Facts that simplifies the basic information about the game. Good if you want to see what the game is at a glance!
- Ryslig's FAQ is located here, so please take a look if you have questions.
- The Reserve date is MARCH 25th 12:01AM EST.
- There is an Enable Me / App this Plz to see what some people are offering or would love to play.
- Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
- Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 6 coins by replying to potential character threads! You cannot use this to go over the bonus 20 coins per month total, but you can use it to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, and already SOME the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes."
Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky. Torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. Or maybe they want you for lunch...
SCENARIO THREE: The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
SCENARIO FOUR: The claws, the fangs, the pangs of hunger - horrible as they all are, it's manageable given enough time and perseverance. Local monster hunters, though, not so much.
Maybe it started with a few wayward glances on the outskirts of town, critical stares and disapproving whispers, or just the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it was, deserved or entirely unprovoked, you're being hunted: a handful of aggressive, well-armed humans doggedly chase your trail throughout city streets and out into the open, and if you're not careful (if you don't find help soon) you might wind up as the next trophy kill claim on one of those hunter's walls.
Wheatley | Portal 2
[Thank god he could read. Yes, being able to read was the important thing. As Wheatley flipped through a brochure about Bunnyipyips, haltingly mumbling its contents to himself, the mental exertion of processing text data- something that had never come quite easily to him- kept his thoughts occupied, and at a safe distance from the obvious questions.
He wasn’t in space anymore, that was the big one. He was surrounded by more people- human beings, actually- than he had ever seen in one place, several sporting nasty gashes and scrapes not unlike the mild damages speckled over his…
His human body, the one that looked like the pale, small spider pressed to the wall away from the crowd. Maybe everyone else had been a robot before this- or they had all been humans, and everybody had just hallucinated being robots. That would have been a relief.
But it wouldn’t explain his eye. Everyone around him seemed to have two: A full set, if he had his human anatomy right. But Wheatley, true to his former (hallucinatory?) cyclopic chassis, bore one eye (electric cyan, he would have been very proud of it had he gotten a good look yet) and one hollow, dark pink socket.
And there was the matter of his neck. That post-crush tic of his hadn’t left him, it had only morphed. When he wasn’t paying attention to it, his head tended to list down towards his left shoulder, like a capsizing ship. Every so often, the twitch that would have produced a small shower of sparks in his old body would seize this one too, prompting a shuddering flinch and pulling the lids of his good eye nearly shut. As far as human beings go, he wasn’t one of the lucky ones. But he had his pamphlet. Maybe he could just stay in the corner and read, forever, and no one would notice him. And he would be very prepared for Bunnyipyips.]
SCENARIO TWO
[There should have been a sign. Perhaps there was a sign, and he hadn’t read it, for which he really couldn’t be blamed. The sign should have been made more ostentatious. If he had been in charge, it would have been seven stories high, with neon lights, and there would have been ten of them at least.
Wheatley continued to complain out loud about the sign until the thing under his head- throat, that was it- began to turn raw and sticky. He’d talked himself out. There would be no screaming for help.
No, he wasn’t doomed. There had to be something. What did he know about survival? He had taken care of some million sleeping humans, hadn’t he? And some of them had even stayed alive.
What would she have done?
She would have persisted. He still owed her an apology, and he couldn’t deliver it if whatever lived in this blasted forest- antelopes, probably- turned him into some kind of grisly brunch spread. No, sir. He was getting out of here. With renewed vigor, Wheatley picked a direction and began a determined stumble towards it, confident that at some point it would get him out of here.
Maybe?]
SCENARIO THREE
[There were so many things Wheatley hadn’t known about human beings. The eating, he’d never really thought about it, but he found it came relatively naturally. The various secretions, alarming, but by now he was confident in his ability to tell whether any given leak was worth panicking over. Clear fluids were usually okay, red wasn’t. Breathing, that was surprisingly simple. The various valves seemed to operate themselves, so: convenient. One less thing to worry about.
He hadn’t expected the scales.
None of the pamphlets had brought this little detail up, not that he could recall. It must have been a human thing. She hadn’t had scales, if memory served, and neither had any of the vegetables- but that didn’t mean anything, did it? Perhaps the long sleep disengaged it. Maybe it was something in the air.
He wasn’t worried. And as he charged out into the cool morning fog, buried in sweaters to hold the chill away (though it seemed unreasonably cold for March,) neither did anyone else. As a matter of fact, it seemed as though there was no one else outside to be concerned.
Wheatley remained completely unfazed right up until pain like a punch in the face cracked across his upper jaw, racing up the back of his head and biting the back of his brain. He hadn’t even noticed that his legs were no longer working until he hit the ground. And he certainly didn’t notice his good eye rapidly developing a thin, slitted pupil.
He didn't like being human anymore.]
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Oh! Oh! Hey! Hey! Are you okay?
[Judai quickly hurries over to the stranger and gets down, trying to look over the stranger. Anything broken? Was he conscious? God, he didn't even have his first aid kit stocked- he had to use most of it to stop the bleeding from his wingstumps yesterday.]
Hey! Speak to me, pal!
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I'fhhrrleh.
[No, that wasn't right. Had his teeth always bumped into his tongue like that? How did humans tolerate this? Wait, that was a human. Maybe they would understand. Maybe they carried painkillers, this headache was edging uncomfortably close to migraine territory. Also, he was going to need to solve the legs problem. Hoping they already knew what he was talking about, Wheatley gestured firmly at his useless legs, only noticing with the gesture that the delicate, pink fingers attached to his fleshy human hands were rapidly condensing, the nail beds cowering back as though to retreat from the nasty claws his fingernails were becoming. So that was weird. Wheatley tried again, sliding his tongue across his teeth to figure out where they all were.]
This just happens, right? I mean, to humans?
[Smooth. How old was this kid? They didn't look terribly old. Maybe he could just act natural and everything would be fine.]
I mean, obviously I know whether it does. I'm- I'm quizzing you.
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Umm... yeah. It happens to everyone here brought to Ryslig, dude.
[He's eighteen, excuse you. Technically he's an adult in 50% of places. Unfortunately that's far from natural and Judai has met actual monsters passing for humans even before getting into Ryslig.]
Really new to humans, huh?
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Are you? [Wheatley spat back, sneering to expose the small, needle-sharp fangs gradually poking out of his gums: Kitten teeth.]
I've been human for ages. Obviously. Don't know what you're on about. What are you, some kind of- Some kind of goblin? Reptilian invader, maybe? Preying on a- a perfectly ordinary human being undergoing his annual metamorphosis? Monstrous. Horrible.
[This wasn't good. At this point, his legs were little more than dead weight, and there was a peculiar ache in the small of his back. Wheatley was helpless, clueless, lying in the street with a body rapidly evolving out of his control and an inscrutable stranger.]
[But maybe this wasn't the end. Maybe he had options. Wheatley reared back, slitted pupil flicking over the stranger for a second before he lunged, launching himself off the ground at the stranger with fangs bared for a bite. With his complete lack of depth perception and less than ten minutes' experience, the stranger's chances were pretty good.]
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[You get lenient with the terminology when you're the only ungodly abomination to be a fusion of a fiend duel monster that walked out of a sadomasochistic horror film and the reincarnation of some king infused with darkness. However, that's hardly the point. At the moment, Judai is concerned with the state of this guy, jerking his hand back when Wheatley hisses at him.]
Trying to help, dude. [Judai sees him rear back and his feline instincts already have him ready for a fight. However, instead of retaliating or even stealing the first strike, Judai moves aside.] Woah! Hehe... You almost got me, snake-guy. Relax. Like I said, trying to help.
[He gives a surprisingly cheery laugh and gets behind Wheatley, trying to help him up to the proper sitting position like he wasn't just attacked.] Easy does it, alright?
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Sorry. I'm sorry. That was- that was my bad.
[His low, smooth voice was now marred with a thick lisp. Wheatley's mouth was no longer his, and that stung more than the stabbing headache or the fire inside his spine.]
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[He'll pat Wheatley's back and grin.]
I'm Judai Yuki. Need me to get you anything or anywhere?
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Ah. No, I'm- I'm fine. Thanks. I-I'll just, I'll go home, and I'll ride this out. In private. Thank you.
[Wheatley tried to get up, and that was the point at which it became clear that his legs were no longer attached to his body. He managed to raise himself a few inches on the rapidly developing tail snaking out of his spine before his meager weight overpowered the incomplete appendage, throwing him right back on the pavement. He landed on his back, and the air fell out of his lungs, and Wheatley lay on the road staring dazedly at the sky as a serpentine tail finally broke the skin of his lower back, falling with a light thud and a thin spray of blood to the road.]
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[Judai is kind of impressed with just how stubborn this guy is, and almost gives him a round of applause. Almost. He has more tact than that. The manticore waits for a few seconds and then sits down cross-legged, making sure Wheatley isn't bleeding too badly before looking at his face.]
... I'll walk you home, alright? Ready to get up?
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Yes, I. I'd like that. Thanks. There's just- there's one problem with that.
[Wheatley dragged himself backwards, away from his legs, which remained in exactly the same spot on the road. Wheatley regarded them mournfully.]
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[He moves to the guy's legs and grabs one, giving it a squeeze. If that gets no response, he's going to move it, making the leg bend as well as he can. It's better if he tests now whether or not it's safe to carry this guy. Judai has lost his super strength since getting here, but he's no pushover, and neither his manticore self.]
Is this okay? Does it hurt?
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[Wheatley fixed Judai with a terribly pitiful look, his slitted pupil expanding into to a wide, nearly round shape. He was becoming something like a snake, and snakes did not have legs.]
S-so, um, unless you- you've got a degree in traumatic medicine, and, and a field surgery kit...
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[There's a faerie high up in the branches. Her wings look like orchid petals, but are hard like a carapace, and her eyes are pastel pink.]
Wherever it is, you look quite determined to get there.
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I'm heading back to town. How'd you get up there? Have you got a rope ladder or- oh, can you see anything from there? Buildings?
[His typically charming, caramelized voice had grown scratchy and unpleasant with lack of water. Not that it would stop him from talking.]
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[She ignores his question for now. She stands up on her branch and steps lightly from one to another, walking along the tree canopy to get closer to him.]
There's a lovely lake near here. The water is warm, if you'd like a swim.
lmao i was wondering
[He started to think about what she said halfway through refusing, as usual. A lake. Water. Swimming. How long had he been out there? He didn't feel particularly clean. And human bodies did need regular watering.]
...Hm. Actually, now that you mention it. Can't hurt, can it? Have you- could you give me directions, then?
No, her wings are really made of dogs knocking over pikachu dolls
[Justine isn't sure what is possessing her to do this, but nearly everything she ever does is on a whim, so it's not out of the ordinary. Maybe she's just bored and wants to have some company. Maybe she'll lead him deeper into the woods afterwards and get him hopelessly lost. Maybe she'll turn him into a ladybug. Maybe she'll show him the way out. She doesn't know yet.
Either way, she wishes that someone more attractive had come her way, but beggars and choosers.
She flutters from her branch and starts to fly deeper in the woods towards the lake.] What would your name be, then?
i knew it
[Wheatley trailed after the fairy like a rat after the Piper, thinking of little but her kindness and how familiar this seemed. It was odd, really- hadn't he been the friendly little sprite leading a trusting stranger through a labyrinth once before? So this was what it felt like on the ground.
He didn't like it, but what choice did he have?]
Uh, Wheatley. I'm- I'm Wheatley. What's your name?
[He was Wheatley. Guide turned helpless, clueless follower.]
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I am Justine Florbelle. I frequent these woods when the city has become too tedious for me. There are wondrous things out here if you know where to look.
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Ah, um, right. Wondrous. Seems a nice place, you know. Picturesque.
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Here we are.
[She lands lightly on a rock at the shoreline, grinning as she starts to pull off her shirt.] The water is always warm here. [It's actually a pretty lake with clear water that shows seaweed growing at the bottom. Maybe there's something lurking there? Or maybe it's harmless. Either way, the faerie is starting to strip.]
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Wheatley eventually freed himself from the foliage and blundered after her, checking his bad eye for twigs.]
What was that, incidentally? Kudzu? Have you got kudzu growing around here, because if you have--
[Upon realizing what she was doing, which took a few seconds of gormless ogling, Wheatley politely averted his gaze and shuffled a ways down the shore, where he knelt by the water and stared at it for a bit. It looked real enough. He risked dipping two fingers under the water, then (if nothing grabbed it,) would have brought his hand up to his good eye to inspect it for waterborne parasites.]
Anyway, if you do have kudzu, that's- That's hardly good. My condolences. I hear it's a nasty bugger.
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[She folds her shirt and puts it on the rock with her bra. She had at first been quite thrown off by the lack of corsets, but she had discovered it was nigh impossible to wear a corset with wings, so the future's underthings it is, then.
She looks at Wheatley, studiously avoiding looking at her, and frowns briefly before putting on a smile again.] A woman might think you think her ugly with the way you look away.
[He's ugly, with that empty eye socket, which makes it feel more insulting that he is not appreciating her form. She reminds herself to not take it too personally, because common people don't always recognize value when they see it. Basile was one exception, but Basile isn't here. She starts to slip off her skirt as well.] You can't go swimming with those clothes on. You'll catch your death once you're done.
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I, um. You're not- You're fine. Didn't mean to, um, imply...
[He was doing everything right, wasn't he? Was he? No, of course he wasn't. When did he ever.
Wheatley cupped his hand, leaning over the bank to scoop water into his mouth.]
Is this- It's not chlorinated, is it? You said you've been swimming here before? Did you ever- Have you gotten parasites or anything? Infections? It's fine?
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