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TEST DRIVE MEME: NOVEMBER

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched with your mouth full of sand. The salt water causes various cuts and scrapes on your skin to sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. There are lights in the distance but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not, you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

SCENARIO TWO

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 THREE

"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines. Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

SCENARIO FOUR

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.

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[1]
[She spits out sand, wiping her mouth with shaking hands, and coughs as she pushes herself up on all fours, her limbs feeling weak and shaky, her whole body burning...]

[Burning.]

[I was burning.]

[When she raises her head, sees that she's not alone, she doesn't scream or shrink away, although one hand instinctively darts out, searching for a rock or something sharp to defend herself. But her voice is small, and as shaky as she is; a child, really, alone and unsure.]

...Am I dead?

[2]
[She wants to be relieved by the offers of help, but she isn't. None of it actually answers her questions, and she wasn't raised to take anything for nothing. No matter how desperate things have been, she's never been a charity case, and she's not starting now.]

[In a way, it's a queer sort of relief to be faced with hostility. Hostility makes sense.]

[That doesn't mean she's relieved to be chased with pitchforks, though. She turns and bolts without hesitating, not caring who she bumps into as she runs, until, checking behind her instead of looking where she's going, she runs into someone hard enough to send her flying.]

[Immediately, she's moving to scramble to her feet, swearing and looking thoroughly hunted.]

[4 - Demon]
[Truth be told, she's taking this quite well. She might have screamed a couple of times when she caught sight of herself in a mirror - it's the fangs that do it, mostly, although the horns are unnerving too - and it's definitely not comfortable, but she's managing.]

[That is, right up until the magic kicks in, and suddenly there's fire licking up from her hand, flickering up her arm, and it doesn't burn or hurt but she's screaming, screaming so loud that it's a wonder she hasn't burst her own eardrums, her reddening eyes bugging out of her head as she stands stock-still in the middle of the street, and stares in horror at the flames.]

[It's that time of the month—the time where confused, frightened newcomers flood the streets, where Eddie finds himself barely refraining from rolling his eyes in impatience every time some wild-eyed newbie bumps into him. But when the poor thing's being confronted with pitchforks, Eddie can't exactly stand aside and let her run amok.

It's probably a bit queer, or more than a bit, to see a bright pink, glowing man with fins growing from every part of him, bending down and offering a hand, but there he is, and he's wrinkling his brow in a rare expression of concern.]

Hey, sweetheart, are you alright? Here, lemme help you up. Let's get you away from these psychos, huh?

[Queer is an understatement. He's the strangest person she's ever seen, and she's not at all sure she ought to trust him even an inch, and that worry about taking help at all is still there at the back of her mind. But given the alternative...]

[She clasps his hand firmly, not letting herself be unnerved by the feeling of his skin, and hauls herself to her feet. She even manages a thin little smile.]

I'd thank thee for it. Don't know this place well enough to hide in it.

[Just you wait, Susan. You'll see weirder.

Eddie pulls her up with little problem, a mutual effort, and then lets his hand drop. People are usually weirded out by the webs when they've never seen a merman before.]

Hey, no worries. Come this way, the sooner we get out of their sight, the sooner they'll stop screamin' at us.

[He ushers her around a corner quickly, away from the crowds.]

First of all, ya gotta get the hell outta Vandare. Nobody here is friendly, I can tell you that much.

No shit. [She snorts, letting herself be ushered around the corner, and if she's wiping her hand on her jeans where he held it... well, don't take it too personally, okay, Eddie? She's barely even aware she's doing it.]

So this is the Vandare welcome wagon, huh? I'll remember that.

[Eddie lets out a snort of disbelief, running a hand through his dark, unruly hair. He remembers having extremely similar thoughts the night he arrived, soaking wet, in Vandare.]

Yeah. It ain't exactly a party. Come with me, I can help you get some dry clothes an' a hot meal, if you want. Hey, you got a name?

[She laughs, a little shakily.] Hells, I can't think of much I'd like more. Thankee-sai.

Uh, I'm Susan. Susan Delgado. [The thought of giving him a fake name occurs to her, and she puts it aside just as quickly. After all, really, what's the point? She doesn't trust him, but her name's got nothing to do with that.] And you?

[Honestly, he's so used to it that it doesn't even hit him until she's said her name, that the girl just spoke just like Roland. In his damn weird old-fashioned cowboy Gilead fancy-pants dialect. He freezes, just for a moment, his hand halfway out to hers for a shake, his face frozen comically into an 'O'.]

Eddie Dean. Uh—sorry, what was that you just said? 'Thankee-sai'?

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