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graveyardsmash2017-03-10 10:55 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME
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.
Arthas Menethil | Warcraft III: The Frozen Throne | (content: edgelord)
The first person Arthas meets is alive and has a gun pointed at him. This is the most normal thing that's happened to him so far.
He smiles at the man and puts his hands up. "That won't kill me. Where are we?"
He explains. Lake something or other, outside of a city Arthas has never heard of.
The second person to find him on the beach will find him holding a shotgun, reloading it calmly in front of a headless human corpse.
"Let's try this again," he says, leveling his weapon at the new person. He sounds relaxed, but a muscle in his jaw is twitching. "Where are we?"
II
"Monsters?"
He says it halfway to a laugh. The expression looks alien on his gaunt, cold face.
"Right. An awful fate. Can't imagine. Thanks for the heads-up."
Everyone's being nice to him. They clearly have no idea who he is. That suits him fine, for the moment.
Arthas collects one of each pamphlet, and spreads them out on a table. He needs to know where he is. He has a suspicion he knows exactly how he got here. He reads them, annotates them. They're a little helpful, but not THAT much. He's on another world. He's been brought here by a "god." Who cares what the city is called and what tourist attractions it has?
Here's the part where a hulking man in full medieval armor picks you out of a crowd. His tone brooks no argument. His arms are planted on his table of pamphlets like this his command room you've walked into, not a part of a mostly-public area he's comandeered without permission from anyone.
"Hey, you. Are you local?"
III
"Seek us out."
The voice resonates down the over-sensetive pathways in his brain, rattles his teeth, bends his spine. He presses his hands against his ears and hopes he doesn't bite his tongue this time if he seizes.
When he doesn't, he sighs in relief, but only internally. That was embarassing. Weak. He straightens up to full attention, shoulders back, determined to stop making a fool of himself.
He's somewhere else. He's tired of being teleported around, but there's nothing he can do. Move on to the next problem. He strides up to a monster, ragged cape snapping behind him.
"Fine. I sought you out. Stop moving me around and just tell me what the Fog God wants."
IV
He ignores the dull ache of wings growing in and thanks his badly damaged ability to feel physical sensations that lets him not even realize his teeth are falling out until he almost swallows one.
He waits until the rest fall out, collects them in a bowl, and brings them to Dyster on the next fog. Sets them on her altar. This is not acceptance. It's defiance.
He backs away and calls out to her, to her followers, to anyone that happens to be around.
"I expected better. I expected power, not a dental plan."
II
He's not local, of course. His clothes would normally give that away, but he has no idea what this hulk of a man does or doesn't consider unusual. To him he might look just as weird as anyone else. He tilts his head up, since that's the only way he's going to be able to look this guy in the face.
"I mean. I could like... point you in the right direction."
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This expression would be contempt if it wasn't so watered-down.
"What's the size of this country's military? Who's in charge of it?"
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"I'm just as lost as you are. Sir." He is lost, right? If his situation is anything like Johnny's then everything must be looking strange and familiar. Maybe he's a supervillain he's not aware of. If that's the case he hopes he's lost his powers too. Or he could just be a real big grumpy man.
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But not grumpy enough to try to shoot the messenger, apparently. He hunches his shoulders and breaks eye contact in an unmistakably dismissive way. Johnny is now getting twenty percent of his attention at best; these pamphlets have the rest.
"You washed up? We come in batches, they tell me."
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At least he's wearing pants now. He'd arrived in his boxers and it's very difficult to be taken seriously in Spider-Man underpants. Thank goodness for sympathetic locals.
He's not sure if he should be thankful or not when the man bothers to address him again. "Yeah, on the beach. Guess this 'batch' was a bit spread out."
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It could be significant. It probably isn't, but it could be.
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Does this guy even have the right mental image when he says apartment? He looks like he stepped out of the middle ages, so who knows. He'll probably get the idea. Johnny could give his address to make things more specific, but he'll hold off on that.
"I was in California. Los Angeles."
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Arthas gestures down at one of the pamphlets - there's a map of the city on it, albeit a cartoony one that doesn't help with the question of scale.
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"No, I'm pretty sure that's not anywhere on the west coast." Unless it's Canada. Could they be in Canada? It's certainly cold enough.
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It's definitely not Azeroth, is why he asks. If there were a human settlement this big, he'd know about it.
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"I mean you'd have figured there weren't any more undiscovered areas in the world, what with planes and all, but who knows." The Bermuda Triangle is still a thing, right?
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They keep finding lost continents, where he's from. Arthas doesn't really question how you can miss a continent. That's decidedly not his problem.
"So, this could be your world. Did you try contacting anyone yet?"
II
She approaches the table, hooves clip-clopping across the stone floor, and extends her hand to Arthas with a smile best described as 'relentlessly sunny'. "You must be new. I'm Lorraine!"
II
Oh, and she's some kind of horseperson. Arthas' reaction to this is the same as his reaction is to snake people, skeletons, space demons controlling human history for centuries, and screaming balls of tentacles emerging from the earth to kill anything that beholds them: Sure, fuck it. Whatever. He's not a naturally curious person. Who has time for that?
"I need to know how large the population is and what percentage of that is trained military or militia."
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It's delivered the way Arthas' jokes usually are: offhand, dry enough that it's very hard to tell if it was or wasn't meant to be humor. He looks up, eyes too-blue before the transformation even starts, suspicious and irritated.
"How can you live somewhere for a year and not know that? Who's King?" Pause. "Or Queen," he concedes. It's not likely a woman is ruling, but possible.
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Which is weird, honestly. Every city just minds its own business for the most part, even in the event of catastrophe. Especially in the event of catastrophe.
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"What? How long has that been going on?"
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How long have people been showing up here, again? Over two years, right? Damn her fleeting attention span.
"One of the mayors got killed a while back. Now that town's split down the middle and walled off, it's crazy."
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THAT makes sense.
"Common form of money between them? Or a gold standard?"
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"Hnh. So there's someone regulating that."
He sounds like he probably knows what he's talking about, but but he has no idea how mints work. Since it's information that would be useful now he's frustrated he didn't take the time to learn. On the other hand, how was he supposed to know?
"How long have people been appearing?"
He has a hunch that this is where the Legion sends people they want to get out of the way, which means they're watching and they'll be back.
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Yup, she's trailed off into her own thoughts. Why was she picked, anyway? She doesn't make for a very good monster; she still cries every time she feeds, for Pete's sake.
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"Fog God. I've heard that. What's her name?"