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.
"Who said that?" Whoever it was, definitely wasn't a little kid, that's for sure. In fact, the guy sounded somewhere around Stocke's age... "I know you're hiding around here, so just give it up already!"
The voice was coming from somewhere around those brambles. Not that a bunch of prickly bracken would deter Rosch. The Gauntlet could be pretty useful outside of combat, and this was definitely one of those times. Lumbering closer, he swept his metallic fingers across the bracken, easily tearing aside the feeble barrier.
Lying just beyond was treeline was a huge lake how the hell had he missed something like that?! and a small campsite situated on the shoreline. So, some hermit was living out here? Someone like that would definitely know their way around! Maybe Rosch could find his way out of this godforsaken place after all!
He approached the campsite, still unable to locate the person speaking to him earlier. "Hey! You live around here? You must know the way out of the forest, right?"
By now, Zel ought to have a pretty sweet setup by the lake at this point; a lawnchair would be nice. It could've enhanced the level of absolute acceptance of how stupid it was to be out there in the first place, at least, instead of him just lingering around his stuff like a weirdo.
With the new weirdo getting far too close to his things for his liking, Zel stepped around one of the bushes into plain view, looking barely interested with a side of none-too-pleased.
"Did you amble off without bothering to grab a map," he asked flatly, his arms folding. "Are you stupid?"
You'd think after seeing his best friend become some sort of creepy shadow thingie that Rosch would be kinda over the whole, "Wow, this place is full of monsters!" but nope, he still has to fight down the urge to yelp in surprise.
Granted, this is his first time encountering one of the many aquatic denizens of Ryslig, so you'll have to forgive the slightly less than friendly greeting here. Especially since Zel decided to start off with that jab at Rosch's intelligence.
The huge soldier visibly bristled. "For your information, I didn't need a map. My friend knows this forest pretty well, actually!" Of course, said friend is nowhere in sight. "But... we got separated and I couldn't find my way back to the path. Has anyone else wandered through here?"
After the immediate petulant glare at that reaction (Yes, fine. He was hideous. Except no one was allowed to react to that or accept it more than him.), Zel rolled his eyes and scoffed.
"That's hardly any of my business. Especially if you're the brilliant one who can manage allocating all the actual work of trekking out here to someone you're not able to keep tabs on; I would gather you'd have some knack for finding them again."
Wow. Just. Wow. This guy is really asking for some serious hurt, isn't he? The metallic fingers of the Gauntlet twitch in response, but Rosch is pretty sure that punching the fishman in the face isn't going to help him find Stocke any faster.
"Hey! I've got no problems keeping tabs on a guy that dresses all in red in a freaking forest," Rosch said, his voice rumbling with frustration. "But we were attacked, and Stocke ended up acting as a decoy." The anger in Rosch's eyes dimmed a bit. "Told me to run in the opposite direction, so I did."
Dammit... He was in no shape to be fighting monsters, but leaving his best friend behind, even at his behest... It just didn't sit well with Rosch. At all.
"Please..." Rosch's tone was slightly more contrite now. "If you've seen him, you've gotta tell me! I'm not leaving the place until I find him!"
Whoa, wait now. Zel blinked a few times, his head shaking with the little startle that namedrop caused. While Rosch was busy trying to be nice, Zel went from looking surprised to downright exasperated.
"Stocke dragged you out here? Why?" In this direction, what else was there but the lake? And-- His eyes narrowed: "You do know he can just pass through trees and things at will now, and he's a pretty useless guide for that, right? He's kind of an idiot, too."
"We're headed to, uh..." Crap, he'd forgotten the name of the town already. "To go get this checked out." Rosch rolled his left shoulder, flexing the Gauntlet awkwardly. Something rattled inside, like a loose bolt rolling around in a tin cup. The huge soldier's brows knit in a brief look of worry. Well, uh... that was something new. "It's been on the fritz ever since I got here, and I'm pretty sure those looney docs are to blame."
And... Zel's comment immediately put him on the offensive again. "Stocke is not useless and he's definitely not stupid!" Rosch drew himself up to his full height of seven-foot-something and practically loomed over the lanky fishman. "He's ten times smarter than me, and a hundred times braver to boot, and I'm not just gonna stand here and listen to some smelly fishman insult my best friend in front of my face!"
Unfortunately, Rosch had no idea the danger he was potentially putting himself in, considering that he wass getting up in the face of a merman mere feet from his preferred element. The one thing he's got going for him is his height and bulk, meaning it would be pretty difficult for Zel to wrap his fingers around the huge soldier's throat if he had a mind to do so...
Zelgadis was not familiar with neon signs, save for what lighting floats around the cities proper (not much, probably), but there's one drawing itself out on Rosch's big forehead: Moron.
...Granted, a tall one, but none the more outright intimidating. Zel's had noisy goons under his employ before, and more and more he's reminded of beastman Dilgear. Or...or perhaps that dumb lug Valgaav had fawning over him -- what's-his-face. Whatever. Look, the point was that all Rosch was missing was being some shade of green.
Also? Say it, don't spray it. Zel blinked and gave his head a little shake to get the hair Rosch yelled into his line of sight out of the way.
Jeez. Best friend? Some weirdo from where Stocke came from? Great. At least he seemed pretty unbearable, so Zel wasn't going to have to give him much thought once he got him out of his face.
"I didn't invite you over here," he pointed out, staring up sourly at him. "You're free to leave any time you want."
Well, okay. Zel did have a point. Rosch did pretty much barge into whatever passed for a "home" out here for this guy, and and that was generally considered pretty rude where we was from.
What Zel didn't know was that maybe Rosch was a moron, but he was a brilliant strategist, so far as military tactics were concerned, and he knew when he had a clear advantage over an opponent.
Rosch pivoted on his heel, and for one tiny, hopeful second, Zel might have thought that he had successfully managed to rid himself of this very big, very loud problem.
But the huge soldier made a beeline for Zel's camp and immediately settled himself on one of the fallen logs that served as impromptu seating for whatever "guests" might happen to find their way out here. The old wood creaked under the strain, but held firm. Rosch folded his arms across his broad chest, and his expression would have looked more at home on a petulant child who was just told they had to go to bed right this instant.
"I told you, I'm not leaving this place until Stocke comes to find me." A knowing grin curled the corner of his mouth. "If you get lost in the woods, the best thing to do is to sit tight and wait for help to arrive. And since Stocke's such a smart guy, he'll eventually show up here sooner or later!"
Zel, you might want to add "stubborn as a mule" next to "moron" on that little flashing neon sign...
Zel's eyelid twitched. Did he not just say he wasn't invited? That wasn't an invitation.
Sit and wait? Here? Oh, hell no.
"Where was that logic before you bumbled over here?" he snapped, his fins starting to twitch behind his ears. "That tends to dictate you wait in the last spot you were before you were separated."
Don't question his logic, Zel, it's a battle of attrition at this point...
Truth be told, there hadn't been much thinking going on at all when Rosch fled from that snarling beast. But now that he had a chance to sit and sort through the events, he couldn've sworn he heard Stocke mention something about a lake. What he couldn't remember was whether he was supposed to head toward it, or avoid it at all costs.
Oh well! He was here now, and he certainly wasn't going back there, not while there were way scarier monsters than this rangy looking fishman wandering around.
"Look, Stocke must've known what he was doing when he pointed me out this way, so obviously he's going to meet me later on!" The grin grew even wider, revealing canines far too sharp for an ordinary human. "I mean, c'mon! He's gotta know about this place, probably the only lake with a hermit fishman in the entire dang forest, am I right?"
"You'd be surprised," Zel muttered, slouched forward as he slunk forward. While still in motion, he bent and snatched his satchel that was sitting by Rosch's seat, dragging it to the other side of the campsite. If this guy was sticking around, he was not getting into his stuff, and Stocke was going to have a damn good apology for letting this guy off his tether.
If this guy was legit about that friendship thing in the first place; Zel still had his doubts.
"He'd have clued you in on the...conditions in place here, right? I assume that'd be right up there after the usual hellos."
Rosch gave Zel a bit of the side-eye when he slunk over to snatch his satchel. Sheez... Like he's gonna go rifling through some guy's junk. Is the fishman some kinda cutpurse with hording instincts?
Whatever. Just another weird quirk to go along with the weird appearance and sketchy behavior.
Rosch snorted in derision. "Of course he did." Go ahead and insult his intelligence, but stop assuming that Stocke is a total moron. "Buncha gods snatching people from all over, dropping them in here, then turning them into monsters for some war or something. Nobody can escape, not that we know, anyway. Oh, and you've gotta eat people if you wanna survive..."
That last part caused Rosch's confident expression to falter just a bit. He'd been able to excuse all the extra appendages and freaky powers, but in another week or two, he was going to have to confront the fact that Stocke was going to have to kill someone in order to sate his monstrous hunger. Could he really come to accept that new facet of his friend's existence? Stocke, who had sacrificed his own life to save the entire world, now preying on helpless humans? He didn't want to think about that right now...
All that wasn't what was plaguing Zel's thoughts right then and there (somehow, an annoying interloper was good medicine for getting his mind offhis darker thoughts).
"Then obviously there'll be more than one aquatic hermit around here," he said, his nose crinkling at hermit. Hermit? Please.
He just disliked being around and interacting with most people.
Rosch blinked at that new bit of logic. "Really?" He glanced around. The lake was pretty big, big enough where he couldn't actually see the opposite shore. But as far as he could tell, there didn't seem to be anyone in the immediate vicinity. "Looks like it's just you and me here, right now. Unless all your scaly friends are out swimming or something."
The lake looks placid, almost beautiful. It's good to appreciate the little things, especially during those moments when you've just narrowly escaped the jaws of death. "You gotta nice little set-up here, I'll give you that."
Hmph. He didn't need that kind of observation. It was about function, not form. But-- yes. Zel's not one to live in organized chaos, so perhaps the big doofus wasn't completely lacking in a brain.
"It's been my luck that I've been here for a while," he said, still intent on being unhappy about this. "So it's necessary."
That, and the big doofus generally likes to be, you know, nice to people.When they're not insulting him or his friends...
Rosch scratched at his cheek, offering a look of sympathy. "How long, exactly?" Stocke had been here for about half a year, so the changes must have come on pretty quickly if he had transformed so drastically. Rosch wondered just how long it would be before he would be sporting claws of his own...
He dropped his satchel at the entrance flap of the tent, sighing and straightening up, hands on his hips, back turned to the intruder. "Even if I had started adjusting a calendar to fit time here, it wouldn't have done me any good with all the messes that followed." He scowled out a the tree line ringing the lake nearby. "Months. Maybe a year. By this place's stars, I don't know where the year would translate back at home."
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graveyardsmash2015-05-23 05:28 pm
wow, rude, i was waiting with jamba juice this whole time
The voice was coming from somewhere around those brambles. Not that a bunch of prickly bracken would deter Rosch. The Gauntlet could be pretty useful outside of combat, and this was definitely one of those times. Lumbering closer, he swept his metallic fingers across the bracken, easily tearing aside the feeble barrier.
Lying just beyond was treeline was a huge lake
how the hell had he missed something like that?!and a small campsite situated on the shoreline. So, some hermit was living out here? Someone like that would definitely know their way around! Maybe Rosch could find his way out of this godforsaken place after all!He approached the campsite, still unable to locate the person speaking to him earlier. "Hey! You live around here? You must know the way out of the forest, right?"
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With the new weirdo getting far too close to his things for his liking, Zel stepped around one of the bushes into plain view, looking barely interested with a side of none-too-pleased.
"Did you amble off without bothering to grab a map," he asked flatly, his arms folding. "Are you stupid?"
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Granted, this is his first time encountering one of the many aquatic denizens of Ryslig, so you'll have to forgive the slightly less than friendly greeting here. Especially since Zel decided to start off with that jab at Rosch's intelligence.
The huge soldier visibly bristled. "For your information, I didn't need a map. My friend knows this forest pretty well, actually!" Of course, said friend is nowhere in sight. "But... we got separated and I couldn't find my way back to the path. Has anyone else wandered through here?"
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"That's hardly any of my business. Especially if you're the brilliant one who can manage allocating all the actual work of trekking out here to someone you're not able to keep tabs on; I would gather you'd have some knack for finding them again."
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"Hey! I've got no problems keeping tabs on a guy that dresses all in red in a freaking forest," Rosch said, his voice rumbling with frustration. "But we were attacked, and Stocke ended up acting as a decoy." The anger in Rosch's eyes dimmed a bit. "Told me to run in the opposite direction, so I did."
Dammit... He was in no shape to be fighting monsters, but leaving his best friend behind, even at his behest... It just didn't sit well with Rosch. At all.
"Please..." Rosch's tone was slightly more contrite now. "If you've seen him, you've gotta tell me! I'm not leaving the place until I find him!"
not here
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zel
you don't have to call yourself names like that ok
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PLEASE TO BE KEEPING YOUR PET FISH UNDER CONTROL, OKAY?
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i dunno stuck in a tree somewhere?? those little shade problems you know how they are
sorry guys
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you can all leave
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you are so much cooler than that
don't make rosch out to be a liar now
come here and prove the smelly fishman wrong okay?
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"Stocke dragged you out here? Why?" In this direction, what else was there but the lake? And-- His eyes narrowed: "You do know he can just pass through trees and things at will now, and he's a pretty useless guide for that, right? He's kind of an idiot, too."
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And... Zel's comment immediately put him on the offensive again. "Stocke is not useless and he's definitely not stupid!" Rosch drew himself up to his full height of seven-foot-something and practically loomed over the lanky fishman. "He's ten times smarter than me, and a hundred times braver to boot, and I'm not just gonna stand here and listen to some smelly fishman insult my best friend in front of my face!"
Unfortunately, Rosch had no idea the danger he was potentially putting himself in, considering that he wass getting up in the face of a merman mere feet from his preferred element. The one thing he's got going for him is his height and bulk, meaning it would be pretty difficult for Zel to wrap his fingers around the huge soldier's throat if he had a mind to do so...
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...Granted, a tall one, but none the more outright intimidating. Zel's had noisy goons under his employ before, and more and more he's reminded of beastman Dilgear. Or...or perhaps that dumb lug Valgaav had fawning over him -- what's-his-face. Whatever. Look, the point was that all Rosch was missing was being some shade of green.
Also? Say it, don't spray it. Zel blinked and gave his head a little shake to get the hair Rosch yelled into his line of sight out of the way.
Jeez. Best friend? Some weirdo from where Stocke came from? Great. At least he seemed pretty unbearable, so Zel wasn't going to have to give him much thought once he got him out of his face.
"I didn't invite you over here," he pointed out, staring up sourly at him. "You're free to leave any time you want."
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What Zel didn't know was that maybe Rosch was a moron, but he was a brilliant strategist, so far as military tactics were concerned, and he knew when he had a clear advantage over an opponent.
Rosch pivoted on his heel, and for one tiny, hopeful second, Zel might have thought that he had successfully managed to rid himself of this very big, very loud problem.
But the huge soldier made a beeline for Zel's camp and immediately settled himself on one of the fallen logs that served as impromptu seating for whatever "guests" might happen to find their way out here. The old wood creaked under the strain, but held firm. Rosch folded his arms across his broad chest, and his expression would have looked more at home on a petulant child who was just told they had to go to bed right this instant.
"I told you, I'm not leaving this place until Stocke comes to find me." A knowing grin curled the corner of his mouth. "If you get lost in the woods, the best thing to do is to sit tight and wait for help to arrive. And since Stocke's such a smart guy, he'll eventually show up here sooner or later!"
Zel, you might want to add "stubborn as a mule" next to "moron" on that little flashing neon sign...
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Sit and wait? Here? Oh, hell no.
"Where was that logic before you bumbled over here?" he snapped, his fins starting to twitch behind his ears. "That tends to dictate you wait in the last spot you were before you were separated."
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Truth be told, there hadn't been much thinking going on at all when Rosch fled from that snarling beast. But now that he had a chance to sit and sort through the events, he couldn've sworn he heard Stocke mention something about a lake. What he couldn't remember was whether he was supposed to head toward it, or avoid it at all costs.
Oh well! He was here now, and he certainly wasn't going back there, not while there were way scarier monsters than this rangy looking fishman wandering around.
"Look, Stocke must've known what he was doing when he pointed me out this way, so obviously he's going to meet me later on!" The grin grew even wider, revealing canines far too sharp for an ordinary human. "I mean, c'mon! He's gotta know about this place, probably the only lake with a hermit fishman in the entire dang forest, am I right?"
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If this guy was legit about that friendship thing in the first place; Zel still had his doubts.
"He'd have clued you in on the...conditions in place here, right? I assume that'd be right up there after the usual hellos."
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Whatever. Just another weird quirk to go along with the weird appearance and sketchy behavior.
Rosch snorted in derision. "Of course he did." Go ahead and insult his intelligence, but stop assuming that Stocke is a total moron. "Buncha gods snatching people from all over, dropping them in here, then turning them into monsters for some war or something. Nobody can escape, not that we know, anyway. Oh, and you've gotta eat people if you wanna survive..."
That last part caused Rosch's confident expression to falter just a bit. He'd been able to excuse all the extra appendages and freaky powers, but in another week or two, he was going to have to confront the fact that Stocke was going to have to kill someone in order to sate his monstrous hunger. Could he really come to accept that new facet of his friend's existence? Stocke, who had sacrificed his own life to save the entire world, now preying on helpless humans? He didn't want to think about that right now...
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"Then obviously there'll be more than one aquatic hermit around here," he said, his nose crinkling at hermit. Hermit? Please.
He just disliked being around and interacting with most people.
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The lake looks placid, almost beautiful. It's good to appreciate the little things, especially during those moments when you've just narrowly escaped the jaws of death. "You gotta nice little set-up here, I'll give you that."
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"It's been my luck that I've been here for a while," he said, still intent on being unhappy about this. "So it's necessary."
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When they're not insulting him or his friends...Rosch scratched at his cheek, offering a look of sympathy. "How long, exactly?" Stocke had been here for about half a year, so the changes must have come on pretty quickly if he had transformed so drastically. Rosch wondered just how long it would be before he would be sporting claws of his own...
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He dropped his satchel at the entrance flap of the tent, sighing and straightening up, hands on his hips, back turned to the intruder. "Even if I had started adjusting a calendar to fit time here, it wouldn't have done me any good with all the messes that followed." He scowled out a the tree line ringing the lake nearby. "Months. Maybe a year. By this place's stars, I don't know where the year would translate back at home."
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