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.
His eyebrow raised at the mention of a fourth god. That was new. It was starting to look like it'd take quite a while to get all of the details the locals had neglected to mention, or simply didn't know.
"But some sort of recent event made it evident they don't plan on helping, I assume?"
Not that he was entirely surprised. His experience with godlike entities was that they tended to have their own agendas.
"The locals pray to the Night and Day Gods. Priests of the Night God left a town on the eastern coast, requesting volunteers to test a possible cure for the transformations. It worked for a few days, then backfired." He shifted the wing back more comfortably folded; it was still stiff and painful - the reason he was walking and not flying. "Those who'd volunteered caught part of the backlash, and went berserk; most didn't manage to get away from the camp before losing control. The town took the priests' death as proof that we were nothing more than the Fog God's tools, and spent two months organizing to go across the peninsula in a mob, armed with binding spells and weapons that would strike weaknesses. They weren't aiming to kill, only capture and torment, with no discrimination for children or otherwise. From what one of them said, and some of what they had, the Night God was supporting this, giving them instructions." He shifted, curling one wing around so that the back of it was visible in front of him; the entire membrane was covered in black, mottled fresh splatter-scars, some of them still healing where the caustic chemicals had eaten all the way through. "They shoved everyone they'd taken into a pit, using acids to kill as slowly as possible. Most of us only escaped due to a fire that burned most of the town."
He shifted the wing back, although there was some care in the movement that spoke of aches and stiffness in still-healing muscles. "We haven't heard from anyone associated with the Day God, but at this point, I'd be wary."
For most of the explanation, David's expression was disapproving but level. But when Kain mentioned children being involved, his eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare. There were some depths even he wouldn't sink to, and hearing of children being rounded up reminded him painfully of Oberon's attempted abduction of Alex. There were many things he could forgive. But as a father, mistreatment of children wasn't one of them.
"It sounds like they got what was coming to them, at least."
"The humans, at least." He shifted his weight, folding his arms and tapping a claw against the scales on his forearm. "Parts of that pit couldn't have been made by human hands. I know I wasn't the only one trying to make sure the children of the village didn't burn, or pulling out those that had tried to help - but I don't trust the Night God to not still want to remove what the Fog God has marked."
And that bothered him some, mostly because if the Night God was willing to go that far, he doubted it would stay idle.
"Well, that's at least one bit of reassurance. It means we can probably assume that the Night God doesn't have the power to kill us directly."
Maybe not much reassurance, since it obviously had quite a bit of influence, but life was all about finding the little advantages and making them work. If the Night God couldn't just wave a hand and kill everyone, that meant there were limits to its power. If there were limits to its power, then it likely had weaknesses. It was just a matter of finding them, and exploiting them.
...It's a point he has to concede is right, giving a small nod, even if it's a very "small blessings" sort of bright side to things. "Most of the gods here do seem to use agents for most direct acts."
It was the entire reason the Fog God had brought them here, after all; he had a thoughtful pause, mulling over things he'd heard and found. "There are older stories of champions of the gods serving as proxies, as well. Most of them are little more clear than myths and parables." He may've first heard it from a young priest of the Night God, but it was before the cure attempt, and he'd found other mention of some of them.
"There's often more truth to myths than you might think."
He gave a vaguely knowing, vaguely cocky smile. Having met more figures of myth than he cared to count off the top of his head, he definitely wasn't one to discount legends as pure fiction.
"It seems we've found a weakness already. If they can't, or at the very least are reluctant to, act directly then interfering with their pawns might upset the entire game."
Kain meets that with an odd, almost sardonically amused snort, hand almost going to his left shoulder - just over the older, ragged, almost sharkbite-looking scar that goes down his torso; with what he'd been doing before he came here... "With some whisper-down-the-lane and bias from whoever wrote them down. The fragments I've heard would be bread crumbs, at best; Day and Night's champions could vanish into crowds more easily."
The bread crumb bits could be useful, maybe, and possibly this one would be better able to use them than he was at the moment - Kain was sharp enough to catch that he was clearly playing the information gathering end of the line through the conversation - but it wasn't substantial.
"With the two that want to lay claim to us, we do have the option of ensuring they don't have pawns that will give them a victory." He shifts weight with a faint, prickly smile and a tone of obvious implication; there are some plans already in motion, at least.
"Funny how truth and accuracy aren't always synonymous, isn't it?"
Macbeth was certainly nothing like the man in Shakespeare's plays, not to mention remarkably more alive. Separating the fact from the embellishments was always the hard part, but it was all about observation. Observation and information gathering, something David didn't particularly see a need to be subtle about in this situation. They were all, ultimately, on the same side here, after all. Or so he hoped.
"Am I given to assume that a significant number have already taken steps toward that option?"
He raises a hand, going with that one; myths and legends are often fifth and sixth hand, at best, in most places, and here, well. "Some of the main keepers and tellers of such stories are priests - people with their own stake in the matter." Speaking directly to their gods only made it less likely they'd share anything too accurate outside of people with assurances of loyalty.
"A good number of us have. My own household is split on both sides, and I've watched others have verbal fencing matches about which side has better benefits. It's not quite the war they were hoping for." If the area had more human traffic he'd be more careful, but people had scattered away well; the increased skittishness after Rota had that benefit, and it wouldn't be the first time he'd erred on "less secrecy about it with new arrivals = less odds of something blowing up".
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"But some sort of recent event made it evident they don't plan on helping, I assume?"
Not that he was entirely surprised. His experience with godlike entities was that they tended to have their own agendas.
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"The locals pray to the Night and Day Gods. Priests of the Night God left a town on the eastern coast, requesting volunteers to test a possible cure for the transformations. It worked for a few days, then backfired." He shifted the wing back more comfortably folded; it was still stiff and painful - the reason he was walking and not flying. "Those who'd volunteered caught part of the backlash, and went berserk; most didn't manage to get away from the camp before losing control. The town took the priests' death as proof that we were nothing more than the Fog God's tools, and spent two months organizing to go across the peninsula in a mob, armed with binding spells and weapons that would strike weaknesses. They weren't aiming to kill, only capture and torment, with no discrimination for children or otherwise. From what one of them said, and some of what they had, the Night God was supporting this, giving them instructions." He shifted, curling one wing around so that the back of it was visible in front of him; the entire membrane was covered in black, mottled fresh splatter-scars, some of them still healing where the caustic chemicals had eaten all the way through. "They shoved everyone they'd taken into a pit, using acids to kill as slowly as possible. Most of us only escaped due to a fire that burned most of the town."
He shifted the wing back, although there was some care in the movement that spoke of aches and stiffness in still-healing muscles. "We haven't heard from anyone associated with the Day God, but at this point, I'd be wary."
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"It sounds like they got what was coming to them, at least."
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And that bothered him some, mostly because if the Night God was willing to go that far, he doubted it would stay idle.
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Maybe not much reassurance, since it obviously had quite a bit of influence, but life was all about finding the little advantages and making them work. If the Night God couldn't just wave a hand and kill everyone, that meant there were limits to its power. If there were limits to its power, then it likely had weaknesses. It was just a matter of finding them, and exploiting them.
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It was the entire reason the Fog God had brought them here, after all; he had a thoughtful pause, mulling over things he'd heard and found. "There are older stories of champions of the gods serving as proxies, as well. Most of them are little more clear than myths and parables." He may've first heard it from a young priest of the Night God, but it was before the cure attempt, and he'd found other mention of some of them.
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He gave a vaguely knowing, vaguely cocky smile. Having met more figures of myth than he cared to count off the top of his head, he definitely wasn't one to discount legends as pure fiction.
"It seems we've found a weakness already. If they can't, or at the very least are reluctant to, act directly then interfering with their pawns might upset the entire game."
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The bread crumb bits could be useful, maybe, and possibly this one would be better able to use them than he was at the moment - Kain was sharp enough to catch that he was clearly playing the information gathering end of the line through the conversation - but it wasn't substantial.
"With the two that want to lay claim to us, we do have the option of ensuring they don't have pawns that will give them a victory." He shifts weight with a faint, prickly smile and a tone of obvious implication; there are some plans already in motion, at least.
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Macbeth was certainly nothing like the man in Shakespeare's plays, not to mention remarkably more alive. Separating the fact from the embellishments was always the hard part, but it was all about observation. Observation and information gathering, something David didn't particularly see a need to be subtle about in this situation. They were all, ultimately, on the same side here, after all. Or so he hoped.
"Am I given to assume that a significant number have already taken steps toward that option?"
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"A good number of us have. My own household is split on both sides, and I've watched others have verbal fencing matches about which side has better benefits. It's not quite the war they were hoping for." If the area had more human traffic he'd be more careful, but people had scattered away well; the increased skittishness after Rota had that benefit, and it wouldn't be the first time he'd erred on "less secrecy about it with new arrivals = less odds of something blowing up".