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.
[ A young man named Theon Greyjoy had always been woefully jealous of Jon Snow. When he wasn't ignoring Jon, he was making cruel japes or giving the poor boy grief, and it was all out of envy. Theon had longed desperately to be accepted as one of the Starks, to fit into their family as something other than a ward and a prisoner. Even Ned Stark's baseborn child had been given that much.
But even Reek knows that voice, knows that face. It's a trick, it's a dream, you're being played. Even the ghosts of the living have come for him, and he doesn't deserve their mercy or forgiveness. He can't help it; a broken laugh erupts from his dry throat. It might be a laugh, at least. In his current state, it might sound more like a sob. ]
Well, of course I can't--[be here, he means to finish, because this is not where he's supposed to be, he's supposed to be on his way to the Wall, but then he cuts himself off. Stares at the man before him.]
My gods. [It's murmured softly, as Jon looks him up and down. The voice had sounded familiar, and so's the man before him, but Theon looks so different from the man that Jon remembers that there's still some doubt. This is--some sort of jape, or something. Probably.] Theon? What are you doing here?
[Shouldn't you be off to war with his brother or something?]
down once more to the dungeons of my black despair
[ That snaps him right out of his laughter. No matter how weak it may sound, he knows he shouldn't laugh. Smiles and laughter are what cost him his teeth to begin with, and all these familiar faces calling him Theon--he can't deal with it. By this point, he's certain this is a trap, a game that may eventually cost him yet another finger if he answers incorrectly.
You mustn't let them call you that, a voice in his head warns. Lord Ramsay hurt you if he knows. Reek, you're Reek, it rhymes with peek. ]
No.
[ Averting his eyes, he shakes his head and wrings his hands nervously into the fabric of his filthy shirt. You must remember your name. ]
I...I fear we have mistaken one another for someone else. My name is Reek.
[ You looked him right in the eye, you spoke to him. He knows, he knows He knows and he shouldn't be here. ]
[Jon shakes his head. He and Theon were never exactly the best of friends, he'd found his father's ward a bit too proud for his own good, but the man before him is just--pitiful, a shadow of who he was. A shadow of a man, in truth.
What the hell happened while he was with the wildlings?]
That wasn't a mistake, was it? You knew me. [That much, he's certain of. Everything else--he's standing on shaky ground here, in an unfamiliar place, trying to talk to someone who's half a ghost of what Jon remembers. There isn't much he can be certain of, anymore, not since washing up here.] When did you get here?
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graveyardsmash2015-05-23 05:28 pm
STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM NOW WE'RE......AT ROCK BOTTOM
But even Reek knows that voice, knows that face. It's a trick, it's a dream, you're being played. Even the ghosts of the living have come for him, and he doesn't deserve their mercy or forgiveness. He can't help it; a broken laugh erupts from his dry throat. It might be a laugh, at least. In his current state, it might sound more like a sob. ]
You can't be here.
[ Get out while you can, Snow. ]
no way to go but even lower.
My gods. [It's murmured softly, as Jon looks him up and down. The voice had sounded familiar, and so's the man before him, but Theon looks so different from the man that Jon remembers that there's still some doubt. This is--some sort of jape, or something. Probably.] Theon? What are you doing here?
[Shouldn't you be off to war with his brother or something?]
down once more to the dungeons of my black despair
You mustn't let them call you that, a voice in his head warns. Lord Ramsay hurt you if he knows. Reek, you're Reek, it rhymes with peek. ]
No.
[ Averting his eyes, he shakes his head and wrings his hands nervously into the fabric of his filthy shirt. You must remember your name. ]
I...I fear we have mistaken one another for someone else. My name is Reek.
[ You looked him right in the eye, you spoke to him. He knows, he knows He knows and he shouldn't be here. ]
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What the hell happened while he was with the wildlings?]
That wasn't a mistake, was it? You knew me. [That much, he's certain of. Everything else--he's standing on shaky ground here, in an unfamiliar place, trying to talk to someone who's half a ghost of what Jon remembers. There isn't much he can be certain of, anymore, not since washing up here.] When did you get here?