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.
[Rosch had also been wandering in the woods for sometime, and was becoming increasingly more and more cranky at having passed by that same squirrel sitting on a tree stump six times already!]
[So, naturally, when the creepy laughter started up, Rosch decided to investigate. And by investigate, I mean practically uprooting bushes while screaming, "I SAID YOU BETTER COME OUTTA THERE, YOU LITTLE BRATS!"]
[Did I mention that Rosch is tall? Like, really tall? Like, nearly seven feet tall? And sporting a prosthetic left arm that used to look something like this, but now more closely resembles a bulkier version of Ed's automail.]
[Be thankful he no longer has the cutlery, Ed. It's probably going to save you from accidental dismemberment.]
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[Things Ed has had to deal with in the past: crazy giant assholes rampaging right into his personal space.]
[Things Ed motherfucking retired from two freaking years ago: EXACTLY THAT.]
[He'd heard the shouts and hollering, but something about the woods made them sound much farther away than it really was. So when Rosch bursts through a patch of greenery Ed lets out a startled yell and swings his pack of supplies...right at the guy's face. Look, it's self-defense, okay?]
[The pack manages to hit him square in the face, halting his charge. Rosch roars, clutching at his nose with his flesh hand. What the hell was in there? An entire mess kit? And maybe some rocks? That freaking hurt! Luckily, it doesn't feel like his nose is broken... but it's definitely bloodied, so it's a small victory in Ed's favor.]
Augh! Whadidja do dat for you little—? [Blinking, his vision manages to return to focus, and he notices the kid (well, not a child, as Rosch expected, but still obviously younger, so... still a kid in his eyes) looks just as startled as Rosch was.]
[He wipes the blood away with his thumb before continuing.] You shouldn't be out here. Don't you know this place is dangerous? Stop screwing around with people and go home already! This isn't a game!
[Edward backs up nearly as soon as he's swung, still looking a bit like a deer in the headlights as Rosch regains his wits. As soon as he says 'little', though, he's already bristling indignantly.] Who the hell are you calling a tiny shrimp?!
Of course I know it's dangerous! I can handle myself perfectly fine! [Nevermind that he's completely lost and has no idea where he's going.] And I'm not screwing around with anyone!
I didn't— [Another trickle of blood leaks down his nose. He sniffs, wiping it away.] I never said any of that, kid. What's you're damage, anyway?
[A low growl rumbles in his chest. He's still sore about getting socked in the face, you know? But at least he's not gonna pick a fight with a kid. Not the kind involving fists, anyway...]
[Sure, Ed. Just keep telling yourself that.] Then who the heck are those kids giggling— [He freezes as the creepy laughter starts in again, the hairs on the nape of his neck standing at attention.] ...You heard that too, right?
[That comment earns Ed a snort of derision. Rosch fists his hands on his hips, though the Gauntlet doesn't settle quite as it should, given its bulk.] Kid, everyone is 'little' compared to me, so don't think I'm singling you out or something.
[And he completely misses the point, but that's Rosch for you. Of course, anyone younger than Stocke is also considered a 'kid', too, so... Ed loses out either way.]
[Well, at least Ed's reaction proves that he's not going crazy...] Me neither. Probably for the best that we don't stand around and make ourselves easy targets for... whatever the heck is lurking out there. [He spares Ed a cursory glance.] You any good in a fight?
[But for once Ed actually leaves off the yelling about being short, considering the forest is ramping up the creepy factor. That's not going to lead to anything good, even if Ed doesn't buy into the spoopy supernatural bullshit that is probably actually happening in this forest.]
[He snorts and smirks in response to the question, hitching his pack back onto a shoulder.] Gotten into a few scuffles before. I can handle myself.
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graveyardsmash2015-05-23 05:28 pm
II Hello there, fellow bearer of weird steampunk prosthetic!
[So, naturally, when the creepy laughter started up, Rosch decided to investigate. And by investigate, I mean practically uprooting bushes while screaming, "I SAID YOU BETTER COME OUTTA THERE, YOU LITTLE BRATS!"]
[Did I mention that Rosch is tall? Like, really tall? Like, nearly seven feet tall? And sporting a prosthetic left arm that used to look something like this, but now more closely resembles a bulkier version of Ed's automail.]
[Be thankful he no longer has the cutlery, Ed. It's probably going to save you from accidental dismemberment.]
Former bearer, but excellent choices all around!
[Things Ed motherfucking retired from two freaking years ago: EXACTLY THAT.]
[He'd heard the shouts and hollering, but something about the woods made them sound much farther away than it really was. So when Rosch bursts through a patch of greenery Ed lets out a startled yell and swings his pack of supplies...right at the guy's face. Look, it's self-defense, okay?]
I thought that might be the case, but still...
Augh! Whadidja do dat for you little—? [Blinking, his vision manages to return to focus, and he notices the kid (well, not a child, as Rosch expected, but still obviously younger, so... still a kid in his eyes) looks just as startled as Rosch was.]
[He wipes the blood away with his thumb before continuing.] You shouldn't be out here. Don't you know this place is dangerous? Stop screwing around with people and go home already! This isn't a game!
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Of course I know it's dangerous! I can handle myself perfectly fine! [Nevermind that he's completely lost and has no idea where he's going.] And I'm not screwing around with anyone!
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[A low growl rumbles in his chest. He's still sore about getting socked in the face, you know? But at least he's not gonna pick a fight with a kid.
Not the kind involving fists, anyway...][Sure, Ed. Just keep telling yourself that.] Then who the heck are those kids giggling— [He freezes as the creepy laughter starts in again, the hairs on the nape of his neck standing at attention.] ...You heard that too, right?
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[He isn't a kid, damnit! He hasn't been a kid since he was dragged out of his basement eight years ago, by his estimation.]
[Ed jumps and looks around as well, tightening his grip on his pack as he does.] ...yeah, I did. I can't tell where it's coming from.
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[And he completely misses the point, but that's Rosch for you. Of course, anyone younger than Stocke is also considered a 'kid', too, so... Ed loses out either way.]
[Well, at least Ed's reaction proves that he's not going crazy...] Me neither. Probably for the best that we don't stand around and make ourselves easy targets for... whatever the heck is lurking out there. [He spares Ed a cursory glance.] You any good in a fight?
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[But for once Ed actually leaves off the yelling about being short, considering the forest is ramping up the creepy factor. That's not going to lead to anything good, even if Ed doesn't buy into the spoopy supernatural bullshit that is probably actually happening in this forest.]
[He snorts and smirks in response to the question, hitching his pack back onto a shoulder.] Gotten into a few scuffles before. I can handle myself.