Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
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!
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
The reserve date has been announced (it was changed to the 30th to allow a maximum number of people compared to a Friday).
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 10 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already 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.
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.
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: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
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.
[Hawke eyes the pamphlets--and the food, and whatever else the Warden has found herself loaded with--with the same kind of vague interest given by someone well aware that most of the pamphlets that have been shoved on the woman are, essentially, useless. Her tail sways back and forth idly behind her, wings folded up, and there are noticeable scales like a bad rash peeking out from under her collar and her sleeves.
An eyebrow goes up.] Does this favor, by any chance, involve dumping those pamphlets in the sea? Because I can think of better alternatives.
[ Ah. Oh dear. Hawke, you seem to have something stuck to your neck. And back. And... hindquarters. Several 'somethings', to be absolutely honest. It's not rude to stare, right? Because that's absolutely happening. Mostly at the tail - Cousland's eyes follow the pendulum-like swaying back and forth quite noticeably. ]
I was leaning towards making a cozy campfire with them, but if you have other ideas I'm all ears.
I was thinking "more fuel for the fireplace", but that works well enough.
[Oh, she's staring. It's a bit sad that Hawke's used to being stared at by now, and thus when Cousland's eyes fix on the tail, she coughs and assumes a stern look, betrayed by the twinkle of mischief in her eyes.]
Shockingly enough, I don't have eyes down there. Maybe if you look up a bit?
Campfire, fireplace, general combustion. It's all the same.
[ That's a very nice tail, if that's any consolation! Cousland nonetheless chuckles and gestures vaguely in the direction of all the wing-y bits and whatnot with one hand. ]
But being able to confidently say "nobody can sneak up on me, I have eyes in my arse" would be such an icebreaker!
[No, she can't keep it up, she laughs as well, the stern look shattering in favor of a grin. In answer to Cousland's vague gesture, Hawke flaps her wings once, looking very proud of them. They're fully functional! It's great.]
In that case, I'll have to ask for some eyes for my arse then. I'll finally be immune to backstabbing! [Which, honestly, is a feeling that she knows all too well. But that's a depressing thought so we'll just move right along.] Here, let me see those pamphlets before we consign them to the fire. Maybe there's a useful bit I can explain more about in all that bullshit.
[Seriously, that's more bullshit than even she can spin, and slightly less than Varric. She's honestly impressed.]
[ She'll take your word for it. Having extra appendages must make for some difficulty fitting through small doorways. How would you even sleep with those things, sitting up the whole time? Facedown might be plausible, but that's hardly comfortable for a regular person without the added weight - cousland stop thinking so hard ]
Or you could go out and invest in a sturdy shield. Much simpler, less dodgy magic... probably cheaper in the long run, come to think of it.
[ Ah right, pamphlets. Cousland shrugs, pulls the bits of paper out of her loot pile, and hands them over. To be honest she hasn't really bothered to flip through them just yet. ]
That too. [She's a mage. If she's gonna use a shield, it'll be as a paperweight.
She takes hold of the pamphlets, scanning over them with a critical eye.] Bullshit, [she tosses one over her wings] bullshit, [aaand that one's gone too] useful! [Unfolding this one and scanning it over as well, before handing it back. It's got some of the basics right: turning into a monster, the fog, and probably the least gentle way to break to someone that they'll end up eating human flesh at one point.
Hooray?] So You Don't Want to Be a Monster but You're Turning Into One Anyway. It's not as reliable as just asking someone who's actually been through it, but it works just fine. The basics are all there--nothing yet about the little war between gods going on.
[ A paperweight! Ludicrous. Bite your tongue Hawke; what a pitiful waste of good steel that would be! ]
One out of three. That's almost mediocre. [ Cousland takes a second to retrieve the two pamphlets tossed away, folds them up neatly, and stuffs them somewhere near the bottom of her loot pile. No sense in wasting good fuel. ] They have some work to do on their tourism if misinformation is a regular thing.
[ She nearly dips into a story about Denerim's particularly questionable tourism department before that last bit sinks in. Gods? Plural? ] The Maker and the Dalish pantheon having a little spat, are they? And here I thought all deities were buddy buddy with each other.
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An eyebrow goes up.] Does this favor, by any chance, involve dumping those pamphlets in the sea? Because I can think of better alternatives.
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Hawke, you seem to have something stuck to your neck. And back. And... hindquarters. Several 'somethings', to be absolutely honest. It's not rude to stare, right? Because that's absolutely happening. Mostly at the tail - Cousland's eyes follow the pendulum-like swaying back and forth quite noticeably. ]
I was leaning towards making a cozy campfire with them, but if you have other ideas I'm all ears.
The food's not for burning though. Off limits.
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[Oh, she's staring. It's a bit sad that Hawke's used to being stared at by now, and thus when Cousland's eyes fix on the tail, she coughs and assumes a stern look, betrayed by the twinkle of mischief in her eyes.]
Shockingly enough, I don't have eyes down there. Maybe if you look up a bit?
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[ That's a very nice tail, if that's any consolation! Cousland nonetheless chuckles and gestures vaguely in the direction of all the wing-y bits and whatnot with one hand. ]
But being able to confidently say "nobody can sneak up on me, I have eyes in my arse" would be such an icebreaker!
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In that case, I'll have to ask for some eyes for my arse then. I'll finally be immune to backstabbing! [Which, honestly, is a feeling that she knows all too well. But that's a depressing thought so we'll just move right along.] Here, let me see those pamphlets before we consign them to the fire. Maybe there's a useful bit I can explain more about in all that bullshit.
[Seriously, that's more bullshit than even she can spin, and slightly less than Varric. She's honestly impressed.]
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cousland stop thinking so hard]Or you could go out and invest in a sturdy shield. Much simpler, less dodgy magic... probably cheaper in the long run, come to think of it.
[ Ah right, pamphlets. Cousland shrugs, pulls the bits of paper out of her loot pile, and hands them over. To be honest she hasn't really bothered to flip through them just yet. ]
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She takes hold of the pamphlets, scanning over them with a critical eye.] Bullshit, [she tosses one over her wings] bullshit, [aaand that one's gone too] useful! [Unfolding this one and scanning it over as well, before handing it back. It's got some of the basics right: turning into a monster, the fog, and probably the least gentle way to break to someone that they'll end up eating human flesh at one point.
Hooray?] So You Don't Want to Be a Monster but You're Turning Into One Anyway. It's not as reliable as just asking someone who's actually been through it, but it works just fine. The basics are all there--nothing yet about the little war between gods going on.
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One out of three. That's almost mediocre. [ Cousland takes a second to retrieve the two pamphlets tossed away, folds them up neatly, and stuffs them somewhere near the bottom of her loot pile. No sense in wasting good fuel. ] They have some work to do on their tourism if misinformation is a regular thing.
[ She nearly dips into a story about Denerim's particularly questionable tourism department before that last bit sinks in. Gods? Plural? ] The Maker and the Dalish pantheon having a little spat, are they? And here I thought all deities were buddy buddy with each other.