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.
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."
A year? Rosch made a noise in his throat that was half growl, half whine. A whole freakin' year? And no one had found a way to leave yet? At this rate, Rosch was going to miss out on the birth of his first child...
"That's... a pretty long time to be stuck in a place like this," he said, swallowing hard. "Stocke said it's been about half a year for him. And I was waiting for him, all that time..."
Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, Rosch put his face in his hands. "Dammit... I can't let Sonja wait that long! She's been waiting for Stocke, too, and now I'm..." His words trailed off in a frustrated growl.
Zel peered at him out of the corner of an eye, still turned somewhat defiantly away. He wasn't interested in making himself look any more bothered or put-upon than he already was, having to interrupt his day for this. Those frustrations were, at a base level, relateable, but Zel wasn't about to go further out of his way to be sympathetic.
So he'd tell himself.
"Stocke's been the one I know working hardest on getting out of this mess," Zel offered, pretty much negating that distant, cold-hearted self-image he'd just been trying to get cozy in. "If that sort of thing means anything to you."
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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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"That's... a pretty long time to be stuck in a place like this," he said, swallowing hard. "Stocke said it's been about half a year for him. And I was waiting for him, all that time..."
Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, Rosch put his face in his hands. "Dammit... I can't let Sonja wait that long! She's been waiting for Stocke, too, and now I'm..." His words trailed off in a frustrated growl.
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So he'd tell himself.
"Stocke's been the one I know working hardest on getting out of this mess," Zel offered, pretty much negating that distant, cold-hearted self-image he'd just been trying to get cozy in. "If that sort of thing means anything to you."