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.
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 per bonus coin group (so 6 total) 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 20 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. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.
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. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes."
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.
[Something about the thing's tone gets under Blake's skin enough that he forgets to hate being seen like that. Besides, this guy has no leg to stand on. He's not looking real pretty himself.
Blake prowls closer. His eyes keep getting pulled away from the guy and to his dinner. It's human-shaped, and Blake knows that should mean something important, but his mouth is watering too much to care about any details.
He doesn't know what the thing with wings is seeing, exactly. He hasn't been around mirrors at night for a while. Just a storefront window once, and the streetlight there was so shitty it made him look like he had yellow eyes.
He realizes he's licking his lips.]
Cause if you don't I'll kick your scaly ass and take it all.
You do realize I'm strong enough to fly him in tow, right?
[Still, he never ate all of his kill, and he had nowhere to preserve the flesh and blood while he 'slept' during the day. It felt like giving in, though.
So--
He sank his claws in to pull out another piece of meat and took a bite. It shouldn't be so good. It really, really shouldn't. But that was the nice thing about eating junkies and getting their drugs in his system. It made him care about killing and eating a human so much less.]
[Blake treads closer. The fur- the hair on his arms and the back of his neck is standing up. His hands are curling into claws. If this bastard tries to jump in the air, he'll beat him right back down to ground.
He ignores the part of him that asks if he really thinks he's faster than a thing with wings.
Christ, there's never been a steak in the world that smelled this good. He snarls as he looks from the meat to the guy's red-smeared face as he digs in.]
Just give me some, you...
[There's something familiar about that face. Just as familiar as the way this guy pisses him off.
Blake tries to focus and get a better look at him, his hunger momentarily dropping to second priority.]
[He offered a small shrug, licking the blood off his fingers. There's something familiar about the man and those words, but... Well. Between the sated hunger for flesh and the humming in his head from the second-hand high, he couldn't name it precisely.
It's not anything conscious in Blake that moves. The thing that covers the distance in a half second and claws up handfuls of meat is a starving animal he's never met.
He doesn't remember himself or that he's not alone until he's gnawing on a bone, and full of a warm satiation that finally shuts up the urge that's been itching him ever since his nails started getting sharp.
He settles back on his haunches and lets out a long sigh.]
[There's a bloody smile to accompany the words. He can still feel his blood thrumming, and it's a good time to stop. Or at least take a break. Not overwhelm that feeling.]
Best part's still coming.
[An addict thoroughly enjoying his high and, at this point, happy to share.]
[Blake pulls the last scrap of meat off the bone and lets it clatter to the roof. It's surreal to sit here in the dark after eating a bunch of raw meat (what kind of-- doesn't matter, it was food and he was hungry, one of these warehouses must be a butcher's, his buddy here must have stolen a pork carcass) with a guy who looks like he should be in a second-rate museum.
Say one thing for whatever the hell has been happening to him: the claws come in handy for picking his teeth.
A wave of contentment rises through Blake as he looks over at the monster-guy.]
You're not so bad.
[Ten minutes ago he was ready to rip his arms off, but now he feels a wave of amicability.
A hint of Blake's fangs show in a smile.]
You look kind of like a guy I used to know. He was just as ugly.
[Jayden can't help but laugh a bit. Without worrying in the slightest, he reaches down to use his nails to peel muscle and flesh away from a rib before eating it. As he does, he considers the man's statement and decides it's not really important.]
Jayden.
[It's all he offers.
To him, it's perfectly clear it's an introduction, but he's also very relaxed from the heroin in his victim's blood. It makes everything just feel better.]
[This... isn't someone he's met before. Not here. He knows that. But the recognition of his name helps him place why the man's looked so familiar. Differences this place has caused notwithstanding.]
He shouldn't be concerned, but... Fuck. He's gone through it. And for a law enforcement officer? He knows what it's like. Even if he and Blake disagree on a lot.]
You still eating at the diners and all? That cater to normal customers?
[It's more conversational than anything. Even after all the days of trying to tear out the hair on his hands and desperately trying not to see what was happening, somehow it's hard to worry much right now. Hard even to be that shocked about the old asshole from home being here and having wings. He leans back on his hands.]
Yeah. During the daytime I don't look like this. I've been a hell of a good customer. Why?
[Funny thing. No matter how many pork chops he ate, he never felt full and happy like this.]
[Blake looks placidly up at the moon. Somehow all his fears and worries have eased away and left him floating. Even Jayden being here makes sense to him.
He chuckles, and it half sounds like an animal's snuffling grunt.]
Guess that was a big fuckin' waste of corned beef, then.
[Unconcerned with the dead body between them, Jayden shifted to lie down on the roof and look up at the sky. Everything seemed absolutely fine with fresh meat, blood, and heroin slipped through his veins. He felt absolutely comfortable.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rysligmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
graveyardsmash2015-07-25 12:24 am
no subject
Blake prowls closer. His eyes keep getting pulled away from the guy and to his dinner. It's human-shaped, and Blake knows that should mean something important, but his mouth is watering too much to care about any details.
He doesn't know what the thing with wings is seeing, exactly. He hasn't been around mirrors at night for a while. Just a storefront window once, and the streetlight there was so shitty it made him look like he had yellow eyes.
He realizes he's licking his lips.]
Cause if you don't I'll kick your scaly ass and take it all.
no subject
[Still, he never ate all of his kill, and he had nowhere to preserve the flesh and blood while he 'slept' during the day. It felt like giving in, though.
So--
He sank his claws in to pull out another piece of meat and took a bite. It shouldn't be so good. It really, really shouldn't. But that was the nice thing about eating junkies and getting their drugs in his system. It made him care about killing and eating a human so much less.]
no subject
He ignores the part of him that asks if he really thinks he's faster than a thing with wings.
Christ, there's never been a steak in the world that smelled this good. He snarls as he looks from the meat to the guy's red-smeared face as he digs in.]
Just give me some, you...
[There's something familiar about that face. Just as familiar as the way this guy pisses him off.
Blake tries to focus and get a better look at him, his hunger momentarily dropping to second priority.]
...fuckin' asshole?
no subject
[He offered a small shrug, licking the blood off his fingers. There's something familiar about the man and those words, but... Well. Between the sated hunger for flesh and the humming in his head from the second-hand high, he couldn't name it precisely.
Still--]
So, go on. Eat.
no subject
One word's all it takes.
It's not anything conscious in Blake that moves. The thing that covers the distance in a half second and claws up handfuls of meat is a starving animal he's never met.
He doesn't remember himself or that he's not alone until he's gnawing on a bone, and full of a warm satiation that finally shuts up the urge that's been itching him ever since his nails started getting sharp.
He settles back on his haunches and lets out a long sigh.]
Fuck, that's good.
no subject
[There's a bloody smile to accompany the words. He can still feel his blood thrumming, and it's a good time to stop. Or at least take a break. Not overwhelm that feeling.]
Best part's still coming.
[An addict thoroughly enjoying his high and, at this point, happy to share.]
no subject
Say one thing for whatever the hell has been happening to him: the claws come in handy for picking his teeth.
A wave of contentment rises through Blake as he looks over at the monster-guy.]
You're not so bad.
[Ten minutes ago he was ready to rip his arms off, but now he feels a wave of amicability.
A hint of Blake's fangs show in a smile.]
You look kind of like a guy I used to know. He was just as ugly.
[It suddenly strikes him as very funny.]
Except he didn't have wings.
no subject
Jayden.
[It's all he offers.
To him, it's perfectly clear it's an introduction, but he's also very relaxed from the heroin in his victim's blood. It makes everything just feel better.]
no subject
He doesn't blink and feels a drop of blood drips down his claw. He feels ridiculous even broaching it.
He dares, quietly,] Norman?
no subject
...Blake?
no subject
Christ, Norman.
[He leans toward him, trying to make this match the imagine of the stuck-up, holier-than-thou bastard in fancy glasses he knew.]
What the hell happened to you?
no subject
[The changes, the hunger. And, in his case, the withdrawal.
But Blake--]
There seems to be a selection of things someone can become. Hard to tell the first month or two what it is.
no subject
So it's gonna stay this way.
[There's a pulse of fear at the back of his mind. It's hard to pay much attention to. His body is full and warm and pleasantly sleepy.
He cranes his head to look up at the moon and sums it all up.]
Fuck.
no subject
[More changes, more hunger, more Hell.
He shouldn't be concerned, but... Fuck. He's gone through it. And for a law enforcement officer? He knows what it's like. Even if he and Blake disagree on a lot.]
You still eating at the diners and all? That cater to normal customers?
no subject
[It's more conversational than anything. Even after all the days of trying to tear out the hair on his hands and desperately trying not to see what was happening, somehow it's hard to worry much right now. Hard even to be that shocked about the old asshole from home being here and having wings. He leans back on his hands.]
Yeah. During the daytime I don't look like this. I've been a hell of a good customer. Why?
[Funny thing. No matter how many pork chops he ate, he never felt full and happy like this.]
no subject
[He got to spend his days as stone. But that didn't matter right now. What did matter... Well.]
Nothing quite fills you up, does it?
Not like this meal. Right?
no subject
[He belches.]
Nope. Haven't had anything that good in a long, long time.
no subject
[The hard part is explaining what he'll need to eat.
Because, well, that's not what he should be doing in the first place. But it's what he needs to do to survive.]
no subject
[Blake looks placidly up at the moon. Somehow all his fears and worries have eased away and left him floating. Even Jayden being here makes sense to him.
He chuckles, and it half sounds like an animal's snuffling grunt.]
Guess that was a big fuckin' waste of corned beef, then.
no subject
[Unconcerned with the dead body between them, Jayden shifted to lie down on the roof and look up at the sky. Everything seemed absolutely fine with fresh meat, blood, and heroin slipped through his veins. He felt absolutely comfortable.]
I can't even go out into the sun now.
no subject
Blake looks over and tries poking a wing to see what happens.]
How often did you go out in the sun before, y'pale bastard?
no subject
[Whether it's to the question or the poke at his wing -- which makes it twitch a little -- it can't be said.
He laughs a bit, enjoying the buzz in his head. So utterly peaceful.]
At least it doesn't rain a lot here.
Just fog.
no subject
Fog I can handle.
[He just hates the rain.
He looks his old partner up and down, and remarks,]
You look like something out of a shitty museum.
no subject
[Because fuck being a gargoyle. Though, honestly, the wings are kind of fucking awesome.]
no subject
Well, what do you know.
[He looks out into the fog.]
I never would've figured a goody two shoes like you would be the kind of guy who spends all day stoned.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)