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.
"So... it's kinda like Alistel?" he asked, hoping that was the case. Admittedly, all Alistelians were spoiled to some degree with the advent of thaumatechnology, and Rosch was no exception. It'd be nice not to have to give up certain modern conveniences, even if he was trapped in a strange land. "And this Liewen guy is, er, was, kinda like Fennel? So that means your friends is kinda doing what Sonja does, right?"
Sorry for all the comparisons, Stocke, but that's just how Rosch's brain works. Latch on to what's familiar and try to translate it into concepts he can understand. It might be slow going, but he'll figure it out. Eventually.
He listened as Stocke filled him in on the situation, and only interrupted when absolutely necessary. He didn't want to break the narrative thread so often that it became lost completely, and for the most part, a lot of the questions he did have were probably unimportant in the grand scheme of things. The important thing was figuring out who were allies and who were enemies, and it sounded like the hostiles far outweighed the non-hostiles...
And... they were actually going to have to go through the creepy forest. Swell. He swatted branches out of his face, envying his more nimble friend's smaller stature. The eerie howls were definitely not helping matters at all. Rosch could feel the hair on the nape of his neck standing at attention.
Stick to the path, Stocke warned. As if Rosch would be dumb enough to try his luck in the deep, dark forest with only a tiny dagger for defense. At least he had Stocke around to watch his back—
A noise, not far from their current position. Rosch's ears pricked up as he heard a low growl, and his nose quivered with the scent of animal musk. "Something's out there, Stocke, I can smell it..."
Hopefully, Stocke wouldn't doubt the huge soldier's senses this time. Because Rosch had a very bad feeling about this...
"Yes, though you're still not likely to see steam." Or true thaumachinery. The second half, on the other hand, had Stocke shaking his head - then pausing, reconsidering. Close enough, he supposed, even if they didn't build suits or moving machines. (And it wasn't like he wasn't guilty of appending the thau- prefix to Ryslig's machinery himself, before.) "If anyone has tools that'd work for thaumachinery here, it's her," the shade said finally, as a compromise.
Something's out there...
Stocke's metaphorical hackles rose; that last noise'd been near enough that he wouldn't even have needed Rosch's muttered warning. One of his tendrils reached for the man, the tip brushing lightly through Rosch (cold, the sensation of someone having walked over your grave) as a reassurance that Stocke's friend was still there. Meanwhile, the shade let the rest of his tendrils spread out, testing the static in the air. Nothing close enough to sense as a soul, but that was hardly saying much, with the small distance Stocke could 'see' - better to rely on more human senses.
Such as sound - the padding of something that no longer sounded like feet (or... not human feet) over the forest floor, a quiet rustle of leaves and the soft creaking of bent summer branches. Too dark to see anything, too much undergrowth in the way, but Stocke slid in between it and Rosch with a quiet, 'Keep moving," his blank eyes suddenly colder.
The noises didn't stop, though they paused momentarily whenever the two of them talked, as if someone was holding one foot (paw? hoof? something else?) in the air to listen in. Their owner didn't attack either - but then, not many minutes later, it was joined by another stalker on the other side of the road.
Rosch shuddered when one of the tendrils brushed through his arm, and he just barely managed to stifle a yelp of surprise. That was cold, dammit! But there would be time to scold his friend later. Right now, they had more important things to worry about...
...like the fact that an ambush was pretty much unavoidable at this point, but at least they could try and prepare themselves for it. Rosch nodded once as Stocke signaled to him, his eyes growing less human than they once were. The huge soldier slid the knife out of the top of his boot and scanned their surroundings, pricking his ears up for the slightest noise. Stocke could probably see in the dark far better than his less-than-monstrous friend, but there was no way that Rosch was going to just let Stocke take care of the threat all on his own!
He tried to catch Stocke's eye again, signaling with two quick jerks of his head. Two foes, one on either side. A flanking attack, probably.
Unfortunately, neither of them were prepared for the threat from above. Rosch caught the sound of rustling leaves a split-second before an ear-piercing shriek assaulted his senses. He whirled, and managed to shout "Above you!" before some massive scaly winged creature descended, claws extended for Rosch's throat.
It was rather fortunate that his Gauntlet had locked up somewhat in a curled fist, because his first instinct was to punch that screeching hellspawn in the face! His left-hook sure packed a wallop, because he knocked the gargoyle right out of the air and sent it skidding through the leaf litter.
"The hell was that!?" Rosch shouted, bracing himself from another attack, either from that scaly monstrosity, or from the two other unknown creatures flanking them.
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Sorry for all the comparisons, Stocke, but that's just how Rosch's brain works. Latch on to what's familiar and try to translate it into concepts he can understand. It might be slow going, but he'll figure it out. Eventually.
He listened as Stocke filled him in on the situation, and only interrupted when absolutely necessary. He didn't want to break the narrative thread so often that it became lost completely, and for the most part, a lot of the questions he did have were probably unimportant in the grand scheme of things. The important thing was figuring out who were allies and who were enemies, and it sounded like the hostiles far outweighed the non-hostiles...
And... they were actually going to have to go through the creepy forest. Swell. He swatted branches out of his face, envying his more nimble friend's smaller stature. The eerie howls were definitely not helping matters at all. Rosch could feel the hair on the nape of his neck standing at attention.
Stick to the path, Stocke warned. As if Rosch would be dumb enough to try his luck in the deep, dark forest with only a tiny dagger for defense. At least he had Stocke around to watch his back—
A noise, not far from their current position. Rosch's ears pricked up as he heard a low growl, and his nose quivered with the scent of animal musk. "Something's out there, Stocke, I can smell it..."
Hopefully, Stocke wouldn't doubt the huge soldier's senses this time. Because Rosch had a very bad feeling about this...
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Something's out there...
Stocke's metaphorical hackles rose; that last noise'd been near enough that he wouldn't even have needed Rosch's muttered warning. One of his tendrils reached for the man, the tip brushing lightly through Rosch (cold, the sensation of someone having walked over your grave) as a reassurance that Stocke's friend was still there. Meanwhile, the shade let the rest of his tendrils spread out, testing the static in the air. Nothing close enough to sense as a soul, but that was hardly saying much, with the small distance Stocke could 'see' - better to rely on more human senses.
Such as sound - the padding of something that no longer sounded like feet (or... not human feet) over the forest floor, a quiet rustle of leaves and the soft creaking of bent summer branches. Too dark to see anything, too much undergrowth in the way, but Stocke slid in between it and Rosch with a quiet, 'Keep moving," his blank eyes suddenly colder.
The noises didn't stop, though they paused momentarily whenever the two of them talked, as if someone was holding one foot (paw? hoof? something else?) in the air to listen in. Their owner didn't attack either - but then, not many minutes later, it was joined by another stalker on the other side of the road.
/resurrects this thread from the grave
...like the fact that an ambush was pretty much unavoidable at this point, but at least they could try and prepare themselves for it. Rosch nodded once as Stocke signaled to him, his eyes growing less human than they once were. The huge soldier slid the knife out of the top of his boot and scanned their surroundings, pricking his ears up for the slightest noise. Stocke could probably see in the dark far better than his less-than-monstrous friend, but there was no way that Rosch was going to just let Stocke take care of the threat all on his own!
He tried to catch Stocke's eye again, signaling with two quick jerks of his head. Two foes, one on either side. A flanking attack, probably.
Unfortunately, neither of them were prepared for the threat from above. Rosch caught the sound of rustling leaves a split-second before an ear-piercing shriek assaulted his senses. He whirled, and managed to shout "Above you!" before some massive scaly winged creature descended, claws extended for Rosch's throat.
It was rather fortunate that his Gauntlet had locked up somewhat in a curled fist, because his first instinct was to punch that screeching hellspawn in the face! His left-hook sure packed a wallop, because he knocked the gargoyle right out of the air and sent it skidding through the leaf litter.
"The hell was that!?" Rosch shouted, bracing himself from another attack, either from that scaly monstrosity, or from the two other unknown creatures flanking them.