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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

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 of the natives are trying to get on your good side with 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? 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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A lone Manticore had been heading home from the very same grocery store that Maurice had been planning on going to, carrying a bag with a small bit of fertilizer for the plants he'd bought to put around his new house. But the sound of someone crying out in both pain and dismay catches the boy off guard, and he comes around the corner to see someone in the middle of changes.

"Woah!" he exclaims under his breath, quickly tying the bag into a bow and then shoving it up onto his shoulder so he can fall to all fours, sprinting to Maurice's side...or rather in front of him where his feet are rapidly turning into talons.

"Dude, are you alright? Have the changes stopped or are they still goin'?"

"Aaaah ow ow ow ow--" Maurice could feel the same pain starting in his other hip.

When Jimmy joined him, it took a moment for Maurice to respond. He'd given up on saving the boots and he was furiously trying to untie the remaining one with shaking, twisting hands. His joints popped loudly.

"I-it just started! I don't know what to do! I didn't think it'd happen this a-aaaaaah! Soon! Shit!"

He winced as he looked up at Jimmy. He would have felt bad swearing around a kid if he could have told how old he was past the muzzle and all the fur. He really hoped this gangling manticore wasn't about to use him as quick snack in his last moments as a human.

"Oh- here, lemme help you!"

Well, concern about being eaten or not, Maurice wasn't going to have a chance to respond before the little cheetah pounces onto his shoe, unsheathing his claws all the way to help pick the knot tying his shoe to his foot apart.

"You just gotta...ride it out! It won't last too much longer if it's happenin' this fast..."

Maurice was happy to hand the job of untying his stupid shoe over to Jimmy because he had the more important job of STARING AT HIS HANDS IN HORROR as one of his fingers started to shrivel away into nothingness and two of them started to point themselves backwards.

The feathers were sprouting in earnest now and soon fitting themselves into nice layers all down his arms. Green and small dashes of brown. Through the pain, for a split second when he saw the feathers, a sudden jolt of excitement ripped through him. Feathers meant wings.

"Ah! There you--" The boot fell away to reveal a second identical set of tallons. "Thank you so much! Aahhh shit!" His other hand twisted and turned in on itself and then, slowly, the spasms of pain slowed, the seconds between each one slowing. Maurice panted and tried to brush the tears away from his eyes with what used to be his wrist. "Ugh...ugh...is. Is that it?"

Jimmy tries not to watch, knowing that he'll get sympathy pains if he does. He's gone through some pretty gnarly changes so far himself, so he knows hoe bad it feels. Maurice wasn't the only one with wings, given the fact Jimmy had the bony structures of ones on his shoulders. Just no membrane or feathers on them yet.

Jimmy takes a cautious step back, still halfway on all fours after having dropped his boot near to where Maurice could pick it back up.

"It looks like it...though you can't really be sure. I don't think you'd have much more happen right after all that, though."

"For what it's worth...you look really cool?"

Maurice opened and closed his new hands experimentally. They felt more like crab claws at the moment. It was hard to move his front two fingers and back two fingers independently. Parrot feet were weird. He looked at Jimmy's pre-wings and looked over his own shoulder. Nothing. He knew they were coming though and now he knew what it felt like. It was hard to be excited right at that moment.

"Uh...thanks, dude." He looks back to Jimmy. Jimmy is one of the first monsters he's seen up this close. He's met them, sure, but there was usually a store counter or a sidewalk between him and them. He stayed with his host family a lot. This spottycat was kind enough to come help him out and even comfort him. Maurice struggled for a conversational topic. "Looks like...looks like I'm gonna be a bird guy, huh?"

"Hah, yeah...looks like it. But you'll prolly be able to fly, so that'll be cool! I can't fly yet, but-" Jimmy looks over his shoulder himself and flaps his wings ineffectually. "I think I'll be able to soon! At least I hope I will, anyway."

He thinks it would make up for all the other pain he's had to go through lately.

"Is this where you're living?" Jimmy asks as he sits back on his haunches, looking up at the building next to them.

"H-hey...maybe you can give me some pointers when mine sprout."

He was not looking forward to them sprouting if it was anything like his feet and hands doing the fucked up tarsal tango they just finished. Maurice let the way Jimmy sat distract him. Were his bones going to bend like that one day?

"Er--it was. But I'm kinda afraid to go back inside. Kinda afraid I might--you know." He wrung his talons together anxiously and his new feathers prickled.

"Ah yeah, I get what'cha mean..." If he was living with humans, then he'd do well not to let them be in the middle of him suddenly growing something else. Jimmy thinks on that for a moment, his ears flicking back, then forward.

"Hey, I got an idea! Why don't you hang out at my place until you're sure your changes have stopped? My house isn't all that far from here!"

He says, inviting random strangers into his home like it's just a thing to do.

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