ryslig memes

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! Scenarios 2, 3 and any suitable wildcards may be canonized into the game upon acceptance, so long as they don't conflict with the canon arrival log or overall game setting!

Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!


(CW: cemeteries)

You wake up in a dark ditch, the sky cloudy overhead. Dirt cakes into your cuts and scrapes. The air is clammy and damp, and it smells like rain. If you were not human before, you may be shocked to discover that you are now.

You're in a grave, the hole almost six feet deep and difficult to escape. When at last you've clawed your way out, with or without help, you may wish inspect the tombstone marking your spot. It has your name on it, and nothing else. No dates, no solemn messages, nothing. It's just you. The graves next to yours are marked as well; etched into the worn stone are the names of friends, family, acquaintances... Not all of them are open like yours are, for fresh mounds of dirt imply that some graves were closed quite recently.

There's a lantern bobbing in the distance, and you hear the jingle-jangle of heavy keys, or worse still, spot the light reflecting off gravekeeper's massive pitchfork or shovel. Catching a glimpse of his gruff face will tell you in an instant that he does not look kindly upon trespassers. If you're lucky, you can sneak out beyond his notice, and get out alone. If not - you might find yourself on the wrong end of a shovel's swing, or worse yet, tripping headfirst in front of a pair of monstrous eyes.



You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. There are 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.



Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS. PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST. *** TODAY’S TOP POST *** 018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> So Valentine's Day is coming up again huh? Lame. Tell me an anecdote about love. Doesn't need to have happened to you, doesn't even need to have happened at all. I just wanna hear one of those sappy stories about how love always prevails.

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? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

It's time for another friending meme! Tell us a bit about yourself and let people get to know you:

<font color="#00728b">NAME:</font> Your preferred handle. <font color="#00728b">CHARACTERS:</font> Who do you play? <font color="#00728b">PLURK:</font> <user name="your_username" site="plurk.com"> <font color="#00728b">DISCORD:</font> What's your Discord username? <font color="#00728b">FANDOMS:</font> What are you into? <font color="#00728b">THINGS YOU USUALLY POST:</font> What do you plurk about? <font color="#00728b">ABOUT YOU:</font> Tell us a little about yourself. <font color="#00728b">ASK BEFORE FRIENDING:</font> Y/N

Once you've done that, feel free to look over other people's posts and add them if you'd like!

ALSO: We have a Ryslig Discord server! Hit us up over here, or send a message to ryslighelpers if this link doesn't work.

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! Scenarios 2, 3 and any suitable wildcards may be canonized into the game upon acceptance, so long as they don't conflict with the canon arrival log or overall game setting!

Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!


(CW: fresh human remains, gore, blood, implied insects, possible claustrophobia)

The feeling of coarse grit beneath your fingers, the smell of moist dirt, the sound of distant chittering… You awaken in a dim, underground tunnel. An occasional lantern is lit along the walls, providing just enough light for you to make sense of the situation. If you're used to having powers which would allow you to bust your way to freedom with ease, you'll find those powers missing. Gone forever. Now, you're no more than a weak, exhausted human being. Your muscles ache and fresh scratches have appeared on your bare skin. Some are still bleeding, others are no more than a papercut.

As you attempt to stand, you find that you must hunch forward to avoid hitting your head on the tunnel's low ceiling. That odd sound of chittering and skittering can still be heard, seemingly originating from all directions. What is that? Rats? Or insects, maybe? If you strain your hearing even further, you just may hear high-pitched voices, their words incoherent.

Make your way through the tunnel, and an odd smell will eventually hit your nose. Something… metallic, almost. Keep going, and you'll reach a wide, open space where several other tunnels connect. Before you, on the ground, lies a dreadful sight; a person, spread-eagled in a puddle of blood, eyes gazing up towards the ceiling. There's no need to check their pulse, as it should be obvious that there is no helping them. Their abdomen has been torn open from top to bottom.

Above this body, a sign hangs from the wall. It reads: "MEAL FOR YOU!" What kind of sick joke is this?

There's movement nearby. Another living presence has emerged from an adjacent tunnel. Perhaps they're human, like yourself. Or perhaps they're someone monstrous.



You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. There are 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.



Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS. PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST. *** TODAY’S TOP POST *** 018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> Happy Nattensfest, everyone! Or whatever it is you celebrate. I hear there's lots of different holiday celebrations in other worlds. Do you have a favorite holiday memory? What makes it so important to you? If you don't have one, how are you going to maximize the holiday experience here? Maybe a huge holiday feast with humans at the center? (If you know what I mean)

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? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

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!


(CW: Ritualistic sacrifice, burning)

Someone laughs in the distance. A high-pitched, shrieking cackle. It's followed by a deep boom, excited calls and shouts. 'Someone is having a party', you think, as you are pulled from the thick marsh of your slumber, onto the more solid footing of harsh, cold reality. Because you are cold. You lie on hard soil, pebbles and twigs pricking and poking at your body. As you sit up to survey your surroundings, you realize you've come to in the woods. It must be night, dark as it is, but you can't see the moon, nor the stars. All of that is covered by dark clouds, which hang high above the barren tree tops and swaying, empty branches. All the leaves have already fallen to the ground, and they look almost… decayed, a mixture of black and orange that's been eaten away at by the elements. You can barely see them, for as murky as the sky is, the surface is not much better. It's as if you're sitting in a shallow pond of thick fog, the substance swirling and dancing all around you. It clings to your arms, which are already covered with goosebumps as it is.

Is there a pleasant whisper in your ear, welcoming you to Her favorite woods? … No, that must be your imagination, for there are other things to occupy the senses.

In the distance, you still hear it: that cacophony of assorted voices. And… music? Yes, several instruments are playing. Odd as it is, the tune is not very cheerful. It feels melancholy, full of low string reverberations. And a distinct scent wafts by on the breeze. Crisp cedarwood and smoky embers- a campfire? You turn your head towards the source and see the flickering glow, half obscured by the trees and branches which stand between you and it. That must be where the party is. Perhaps those people can help you, for you have no way of knowing where you are, how you awoke here or why. And if you were not human before, you may even struggle with your new body as you stumble to your aching feet and move your tired legs.

Within minutes, you push through the last bit of scratchy underbrush, and the full sight of the celebration meets your eyes. What you believed to be a mere campfire is a vast bonfire, set up in the middle of a clearing. A group of nine people are positioned around it, bobbing and weaving in tune with the music. The band consists of four members, for a total of thirteen. They strike you as otherworldly at first, dressed as they are in long, flowing garbs and curious black masks. You squint against the light of the fire as you try to make out the details. The masks all appear to be styled after the same animal, as they hold a long, gnarled muzzle. A crown of branches is set upon each partygoer's head, giving off the impression of antlers. The sleeves of their robes appear stained. Unease begins to settle within you. You dare not disturb them, but something has stuck your feet to the ground, be it curiosity or fear.

Why does the fire smell so odd? It isn't just wood that's burning, is it? What are those charred shapes, obscured by the towering flames?

Someone raises a hand, and the partygoers all begin to speak in unison. They are praying. Praying for a harvest bountiful enough to get them through the upcoming winter, praying for the soil to recover, praying for humanity's triumph, for nature, for life, for night. Two of them walk off, into the bushes on the other side of the clearing. When they return, they're carrying something in-between them. Large and bulky, wrapped in a sheet. Or a burial shroud? They must be very determined to keep it hidden within the fabric, for thick ropes are wound all around it. You think you see it; the impression of a head, of shoulders and arms wrapped around a chest, of legs ending in feet.

And if you strain your ears, you hear muffled screaming coming from within the 'package'.

You see them approach the fire and the word "sacrifice" wafts through the air. Perhaps you gasp, perhaps something snaps beneath your feet as you take a step- forward or back- or perhaps… Perhaps you were simply unlucky, for the attention of the celebration shifts and now all thirteen sets of eyes are upon you. The music halts and the only sound to be heard is the crackling of the fire. The fog is still coiling around your legs, and you hear the whisper again.

"What will you do?" She asks you, as the sacrifice is set down on the ground near the fire. "It's you or them. But you… You are far more important. You deserve to live. You are the decider of their fate. You, my child, are the one they ought to bow their heads and direct their fearful prayers to."

The partygoers each take up arms, from swords to torches to hunting knives. They begin their approach and their intent is clear. You, however… You may just have the advantage if you're skilled, for a short distance away lies a weapon all for your own. A bow and arrow, perhaps, or a sling, or a gun. Whatever you might feel comfortable using, should you choose fight over flight.

And there is someone by your side. Someone who, like you, was drawn into the woods tonight and bore witness to these events. A monster to be, perhaps, or someone already long since equipped with claws, fangs, supernatural powers and so much more.



You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. There are 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.



Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS. PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST. *** TODAY’S TOP POST *** 018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> I want to go home. Please. It's been so long. I miss my family. I miss my life. I'm so tired of killing. Is this punishment? What have we done to deserve this?

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? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

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!



You awaken in a small room, shelves full of cleaning supplies lining the walls. A bucket stands in the corner with a mop balanced carefully inside. How you came to be in this broom closet of sorts, you have no idea. You sure feel sore and hungry, though. Disoriented, you stagger to your feet and reach for the door handle. It responds perfectly to your touch and a second later, you take your steps into freedom.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think you’d walked into 1980s America: neon clothing and chunky plastic jewelry flash eye-searingly in one display window, an advertisement for “The Invention that Broke the Sound Barrier: The All-New Walkman Portable Cassette Player!” fills another. Shops all around peddle fashion from the 1950s to the 1980s, along with electronics and toys. In the food court, with its cheap plastic seating, one will find fries, sodas and even festival-type goods like homemade pastries. Hotdog weenies roll smoothly on a grill. That food sure looks good right now, doesn't it? Unfortunately, the shopkeepers expect you to pay in a strange currency called “solars”. Will you pull an Aladdin and steal a loaf of bread, or will you attempt to appeal to the proprietors' pity?

Take care not to draw attention to yourself, though! Mannequins wearing a variety of 80s fashion patrol the hallways with twitchy, stiff movements. To those from more tech-savvy worlds, they may appear to be androids. Every so often, a very tinny, flat voice can be heard emitting from them–"SAFETY FIRST!" As you hurry away, their heads swivel around completely to continue tracking you, despite their lack of eyes.

And if you opted to steal? A good dozen of them will turn on you in an instant, hunting you down across the mall with far more speed than anyone would've expected them to employ. Maybe you can hide in that ballpit. Or the fountain. Or up the escalators, go go go!



You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.

But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. There are 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.



Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS. PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST. *** TODAY’S TOP POST *** 018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> Which is the better pet, a fur-bearing trout or a Kulen parasite? Or a timeloop groundhog? Ooh or maybe one of those fish with the big saw blades? C'mon, we've got so many cool animals here! Discuss!

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? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

It's time for another friending meme! Tell us a bit about yourself and let people get to know you:

<font color="#00728b">NAME:</font> Your preferred handle. <font color="#00728b">CHARACTERS:</font> Who do you play? <font color="#00728b">PLURK:</font> <user name="your_username" site="plurk.com"> <font color="#00728b">DISCORD:</font> What's your Discord username? <font color="#00728b">FANDOMS:</font> What are you into? <font color="#00728b">THINGS YOU USUALLY POST:</font> What do you plurk about? <font color="#00728b">ABOUT YOU:</font> Tell us a little about yourself. <font color="#00728b">ASK BEFORE FRIENDING:</font> Y/N

Once you've done that, feel free to look over other people's posts and add them if you'd like!

ALSO: We have a Ryslig Discord server! Hit us up over here, or ping Meowzy (Meowzy#8807) if this link doesn't work.

1. Fill out the form below for each of your characters!
2. Comment around and make plans with folks!
3. ???
4. Profit.

<b>NAME:</b> Your preferred handle. <b>CHARACTERS:</b> Who do you play? <b>TELL US ABOUT YOUR CHARACTERS:</b> A short paragraph for each character will do. <b>WHAT YOUR CHARACTER(S) WILL BE DOING:</b> Self-explanatory. <b>SCENARIOS YOU'RE INTERESTED IN:</b> Try to offer some detail about what you want instead of just asking for "anything." Give your fellow players a clear idea of what you want. <b>ANYTHING ELSE:</b> Triggers and trigger warnings, state of your tagging schedule, funny gifs, etc? Have at it!